That's what makes this a mystery wrapped in an enigma.
We see the power houses, we see the kitchens, but we see no laundries.
Most laundries used steam from the power house.
Mott has a mission, to be completed by only the bravest and most nibble, to dig deep into the bowels and search out the laundries.
My Grandmother and Great Aunt both worked here for years and I can tell you that both were loving and caring women. They worked mostly with the men or boys as they used to call them....there were alot of caring individuals that cared for the people at Pennhurst, but from their stories they caring were outweighed by the terrifying people that abused the people who lived there. This was not an easy place to work because my Grandmother would leave work and come home and she would comment that the boys in her ward were almost shell-shocked when she returned. God knows what happened to them when she was at home. She worked many hours without pay because she hated leaving them. Thank God this and other placed like this are no longer in use.
The armored guard is there as is the veteran's hospital, but they don't shoot on sight. I grew up in the same town that Pennhurst is in and many ex-residents lived in my town all fully functioning adults that spent thier entire childhood locked up in this horrible place. It is a truly terrifying place to drive up to then and now even more so with all of the overgrown circles and different driveways into and out of the original buildings. Very scary...I would never venture up there without uttering some sort of cleansing prayer.
100 years old! Makes me wonder if this ever tugged anything glamorous in her day - the Titanic or Queen Mary for instance? To think she's probably been sitting there for a good proportion of that time too...
These tugs are a sad sight - I've seen pictures of really big ships abandoned or awaiting scrapping, which are sombre in themselves, but somehow little tugboats are 'cute' in a way that no liner or frieghter can ever be.
I'd love to see shots of an airplane graveyard. Though I can't imagine that in the post 9/11 paranoia, they're especially easy to gain access to, and I suppose if you were caught sneaking around one you'd be looking at a lot more than a telling-off from a security guard.
I wonder how old it is? It reminds me of a book I read as a child on the discovery of the Titanic, which had boilers just like this one (as did most turn-of-the-century ocean liners).
There's something very ecclesiastical about this one - a huge stained glass window, a scale much bigger and more dramatic than that of everyday domestic architecture. Battersea Power Station has been called 'a temple of power' and a cathedral to the God of electricity, and the comparison is a valid one. IN the early days electricity must have fascinated and awed people in equal measure, and the sound in this room, of massive generators and turbines, must have been biblical in itself.