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Get the gimp

Now this looks more representative of a 230:1 Staff to inmate ratio. Except these are not triple height bunk beds.

Back in the day, Freespirit76, you could have spent the rest of your life enjoying the view. . .

Is it the wierd perspective, or are the railings about 16" at the head of the bed, and 24" at the foot?

Yes, going downtown after Ronald Regean emptied out the asylums was interesting back in the 80's. I heard a show on PBS that sounded like the tide was jsut starting to turn back towards creating an asylum system in California.

Crunchy Crunchy Paint Chips, laying on the floor
Crunchy Crunchy Paint Chips, I should eat no more
Crunchy Crunchy Brain Flips, garple narfkin opps!

Anyway, moving on . . .

No? I guess everyone else was groovin' too much on the pretty paint chips. Tasty lookin', ain't they? Tasty Tasty!

So, no one else is annoyed that whoever last assembled the deb did not seat the rail pins completely into the leg-thing-what-the-rail-pins-seat-into? Is that why no one wanted to post on this image?
Or, is the frame now warped, and the pins will re-seat themselves once the bed is back in place, what with the weight of the mattress, sheets and bedding, and perhaps the patient as well?
I mean, I assume they are planning on putting a mattress on there, because that looks like it would pinch something fierce if you only put a sheet over the mech and springs and tried to sleep that way.
Unless, that's your thing. In which case, no judging, have it your way.
Or not.

A lost history. My father, Emrik Kallman, was the chief accountant at Active through WWII until his retirement in the 90s. Amazingly, Active allowed a phased retirement -- 4 days a week to 2.5 days, to full retirement over many months. Dad is still alive, 97 years old, not balancing ledgers any more. I would sometimes come down to the Freud office with him on Saturday. Made Mom nuts that he did work on Saturday. Dad's father, an immigrant from Sweden, was a tool and die guy, and his brother a high-end machinist. Henry Drettman was a force of nature, and his impulsive purchases of state-of-the-art equipment gave Dad ulcers, according to my mother. But Active was his life, and it got me and my 2 sisters through college.

Its like the walls are closing in!!

Wonderfully sad for some reason

Bad guess indeed. Morgue was a few more pictures down the line. oops! XD lol

My guess would be a possible morgue, although that is only a guess…
I haven't a clue as to what it is but it sure is fascinating to look at. Always a pleasure to view your photos Motts.