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Another interesting tidbit... Back in the old days women would have babies in the OR regardless. The woman would labor in another room and then have to be moved to the OR, which was also the delivery room. Nowadays everything takes place in one room, the LDR. (labor, delivery, recovery room).

This is an OR table, not a chair. it definately would have had a mattress or foam pad of some kind on it. It was probably taken or thrown away. Stirrups can still be found on OR tables, since the surgeon would position the patient in what is known as the lithotomy position to perform pelvic or urologic procedures. I worked in an OR where such procedures were performed.

I just love how the bricks look like fingers holding on for dear life to the walls.

like to have it in my 59 caddy!!!!

Mooring line...kind of funny. That hulk isn't going anywhere, ever again.

Lots of people put their hard work into this space, erecting it, and even more, different people treated the sick here. I wonder how many patients were comforted by this open expanse, the air, and the sunlight. This isn't a sad hospital. This...this is a happy place.

Someone, years and years ago, poured time, effort, and perhaps even hope for the future into those wall tiles. It makes you think. Where are they now? Would they be happy with the history of this place? What were they thinking as they placed them up? Hope for the future? Dread of the disease? Were they wealthy? Poor? Starving? Dying?

Sobering. Very sobering.

(Pun unintended! XD)

Yes, it's a stairwell leading into the basement.

This tower was obviously not designed to be defended by sword wielding solders. What were they thinking!!

The red brick checkerboard looks like it was added after the fact. Cool looking, but out of place.

Thanks, that one always gets me!

yes wanderer my friend, i bet it will still be standing for your
october journey, or perhaps you will be around for it's scheduled teardown? we should meet up for a drink!

the ''collapse" so far is fairly small, i would not go so far as to call it contained

I personally just do not believe in prophecy, religious, political,
social, occultistic. whatever...And I am Guilty of engaging in exactly that when it comes
to the ongoing demise/status of this Landmark. But who can say?
I don't think anyone knows what is going to happen, unless they are
going to make it happen, and they are probably smart enough
not to give their opinion, like i do, recklessly, and to my detriment.

I honestly believe they are simply waiting for a lightning strike,
of the legitimate variety. Or the other kind.?
COMMENTING ON ALL OF THIS, is now costing me .
it has impacted me negatively, in ways that i am coming to grips
with now professionally, to post on Opacity, But I think anyone who might have their ass in a twist about anything I may bloviate about
here, already knows exactly Who Pat Ratchet is in the first place, and
whoever might have their ass in a bunch about whatever i pop off about, probably already knows what i would tell them to their face
anyway, and in many cases, already have. In a Gentlemanly way,
Of Course. Until i get ramparted up against people who are not
gentlemanly, in spirit or style. Then it is just irresistable to
post onto Mott's badass, nakedly honest forum, and say what we all know is true anyway.So I really don't care. Anyone who tries to
marginalize my enterpriise and sometimes take credit for what is not their own research, is already being disregarded, because I no longer
need what they could have provided;and didn't, others, on the fence. I appreciate
their raw data, and envision some eventual collaboration.
It may not necessarily be who or what people might think I refer to
in these terms
But make no mistake that my project is the abso-fucking-lute
thoroughly definitive account of the topic at hand, in ways that you cannot imagine, and frankly in ways i myself could not have imagined.
I got a little bit of a way with words, and this story writes itself, baby,
so you add up the age, and do the math. But that is even before the holy grail of the topic, just opened up , like a rain of gold from the heavens themselves, a treasure delivered. Get as academic as you want,
you can't get this stuff there

the smart move for some of you would be to get on board, maybe in a way that would elevate your own position{s}, rather
than try to compete, and miss the train.
Many authorities , frankly, more esteemed than youreslves, already have, enthusiastically. It would be mutually
beneficial, for you.....or, whatever,,,it happens without you. Which I would prefer
not to prefer. If that makes sense. I'd prefer to serve the topic,
and complete the historical record. A bit of this post goes out
to who knows exactly what i'm talking about. To anyone else it probably sounds arcane, self important, and fairly stupid. Which in many ways it really is...whatever...it has worked before, why change now?
I appreciate your indulgence Motts, more than i can sarcastically
acknowledge, but it has been too effective for me to resist.
My admittedly smartass delivery should not be misinterpreted.
I just seem to identify with Opacity as place where ...

You have gotten away with something. And take risks to do so.
Far more than posting about it. But to get away with anything,
means nothing , in light of what has been taken from all of us,
which is our physical and social heritage. You have managed
to come through that with a body of work that manages to create
a new heritage, that is beyond commemoration. Your photos
are compelling on all of these levels, from documentary to
acaemic. But there real appeal and continual attraction, is their
own contained artistic sense of contemplation, unencumbered by
the considerable hardship and endeavour required
to make them real in the first place

I would posit that i still would not change my half decade of ranting,
besides maybe cleaning up my language, thank you wanderer for reminding me ...we may never beat these swine, but we don't have
to join them but often, only the right word, is the right word?

the real hero here is Motts, I am overdue in my continual thanks/apology, for what you do, and for letting me get away with
Freakin murder on your site [see, I'm getting better, trying not to swear..]

I've tried to follow alot of your links, from what i can gather here and there, you have an asshole like pat ratchet on just about all of your
signifigant photographed properties!

Please do not stop what you do, to me it is a Fr##$%^&ing;
artistic revolution.

OK!

It's whoever, not whomever. Whoever is she subject of showed up, so it takes the nominative case.

I'm working on a genealogy project on my husband's grandmother , Myrtle Elena Harding who was a TB patient at Glenn Dale when she was 15-16 in 1936-37. I'd like to post some pictures that we have. Just for the record: she was a very sick girl at the time, but managed to make lots of friends among the patients and the staff. She has autograph books that are signed by friends and many staff members. My impression of her stay at Glenn Dale was that the staff try to make the patients very comfortable and they did everything they could to make the children feel "normal". There were sports teams, movies, plays, and groups came to entertain them if they weren't too scared to catch TB. Anyway, I'd love to share the photos.

Motts, i like how you made it look like the chair or whatever that thing may be is moving down the hall.