Last year I had surgery on my spine. I was not able to bend for ages. The bed in hospital had rails, which I found very helpful. I could pull myslef up or down the bed, use them to roll over, and to sit up to feed. The crib is not too far removed from my hospital bed, and it may have been equally useful for disabled patients to have something to get hold of.
I went to summer camp here for years (late '70s, early '80s). I learned how to play dodgeball in this room. It's so sad to see such a beautiful property in such disarray.
all the vandalization is sickening. why the fuck would you feel the urge to destroy this place? what satisfaction do you get from that? Do you think anyone is impressed by your oh-so-clever and "artistic" tags? bunch of losers. get a life.
i have to say that the senseless vandalism to these buildings really sucks ass. it's one thing to break in to explore, but for f'ing morons to deliberately wreck what's left of the place is the main reason there is so much security now. maybe those kids should get a f-ing life.
yes, i remember these. the staircase acted as an exterior fire escape, and if i remember, there were real issues with people sometimes locking the doors to those exits. i'm sure i still have those skeleton keys. i just need to figure out where they are!
I was there before this wall went up and remember when bldg 22 was converted from geriatrics to younger criminally insane patients. It got much harder after that to tell the employees from the patients, as many would walk the halls between buildings.
i grew up in KP too, and most of my family put themselves through college by working food service. I worked in bldgs 7 and 21 for 5 years. It's amazing what this place has become.
This was the view from my floor in bldg 7 for the 5 years I worked there between 1980 and 1985. Some of the stuff I've read here is pretty amazing. Some of it is exaggerated bullshit. But isn't that how legends are born?