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Yeah - concur - precious latch indeed....+ to number them slots all: better safe than sorry with confusion...

I attended this school from 1965 to 1968. Each summer my mother would send me there. I learned many things there. The priests there taught young boys swimming, basketball, baseball, camping, horse riding, fishing, mass, and praying. Inappropriate interaction between the priests and the boys was happening then. My mother elected to stop sending me there.

I attended the school in the 60's I learned how to swim there, horse back ride, camp, play basketball, baseball, pray, and many other things. Brother Tom was there then. Things began to be stance at that time. I feel fortunate not to have been one of the victims. Although advances and inappropriate things were happening then to me. I told my mother about this and she stopped sending me there. I must of spent the summers there from 1965 thru 1968.

Are you the person who took a photo of a person (ghost?) standing in a doorway wearing a jersey (can't remember the #on the jersey), shorts (I think) and cowboy boots? I think you said you don't remember any of your partners wearing a jersey and boots, also you said when you looked up they were gone. I remember it was taken at one of the state hospitals. Anyways, I was always curious about the photo, anyone else?

Fermenting tanks, or something similar. the doorway is just for maintenance access. the arrangement is just a way of saving space. I saw something similar at the old Pabst brewery in Milwaukee Wisconsin, the tanks were in high narrow building where they actually has to remove brickwork to remove them from the outside of the building. Sounds weird that something like that should not be on the ground floor, being so large.

Which makes me wonder what they did with it...burn it...bury it...toss it in the nearest landfill?

That's one cool pool. It now looks like it supports green life now on Google maps.

From what I see on Google maps, it looks like most of the employee quarters is gone. I was matching up your shots with the map.

The first fax machine was created by Alexander Bain, an inventor from Scotland. He received a patent for his invention in 1843, before the telephone was invented. Though this was more than 100 years before it became a part of every day life.

Yeah, Cyber, I´d love to make something beautiful out of all those doors too. Wonder why they ARE there. An idea that failed?

YES, - autoguy - look at the hinges, they were double doors, and maybe even with leaded stained + colored GLASS?

No, Darlene - no doorknobs in Sweden! We always use a door handle. Sometimes they are very pretty too. Decorated ornate + wrought brass or iron in old house...
But methinks - nothing beats A Crystal Doorknob = fact.

The park makes me so sad. I remember Old King Cole statute at the entrance. There was a safari boat ride, an underground mine for the 7 dwarfs. My grandmother loved coming to The Enchanted Forest. We came often. The kindergarten classes took field trips to this park. I came with my daughter's class in 1982. We came back with her children and found the park closed. Such wonderful memories.

Well I Just Commentting On One The Songs from late 1970 & Very Eirley 1971 On My Royice A.M. Transzister Pockit Radio On Unit 1-B. out At Yorkwoods Center. Sp. Eadd. Boarding School Just 8:00,Am Brakefust Call while was still Living out there & Going School Out there too It was By The Doors. Called Riders On The Storm. I also Had About 1/2, Of The "Autistic 11.Year Boys & One staff House Father Mr Coopper. From In Windsor Ont. Canada. even singing The Sea Sick Like Song & A Few Of Autistic 11 Year Old Boy Ever Got Sick Barth!! Brakefust Up. But I Reall The Yorkwoods Center. Spiked All Of Food with Drugs & Radio Active Posison. + Hootch Again Poor Little Autistic Boys. & As The Cook Out There Ms. Solzcey. The Old Made Cook Out I Have Simple Deadley Curse Words for Her. *"Avoda,Kerdabra"!! & Like I Say Never Mess With "KEVIN" The Yorkwoods Center Boy"*

I've never met you, but, May God bless your soul 'Aunt Marjorie'. (I, too, had an Aunt Marjorie.