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Ummmmmmmm ..... Yeeeeeeah !!!!

It looks to me as if it was afixed to the wall with sticks of Wrigleys gum.

Silent Hill: Homecoming, anyone?

This place is the real House of Usher... now where's MTV Cribs when you need 'em?

Looks frigging identical to the one at the local Elementary school here, except the one in the picture is in much better shape.

Great pictures. It is very interesting for me to see what the rooms look like. My older brother lived at Gaebler for a few years right before it closed. I was about 6 or 7 when he lived there and he has lived in many places since. As far as I remember we were never allowed to go to his room or anything...there must have been a common room where we got to see him. I also remember playing on a swing set that was near by.

The scrappers are retarded, some of the old machines that they destroy for the copper wire are actually worth 400 times their weight in copper. I've found one such sad machine in an old house that I explored once, but now I'm just rambling...

i been all through the grounds and inside.. if ever you get a chance please enjoy and take in all the offering it has to offer

I've been a lurker here for some time (and you won't see much of me) but I just had to say that this is the first time that a "ghostly" (for lack of better term) object in one of these photographs has actually startled me.

By the way, what made u think that ? (FRED)

Hm, perhaps the cold blast refers to the fresh air line before it's heated by the stove, and not necessarily a cold blast furnace system...

Woah, never been to England, never even been off my continent,, but this room... it gives me a feeling of deja vu. Maybe its because it looks eerily like the waiting room of a psych hospital in Texas... one which I had the displeasure of being sentenced to....

Probably just a coincidence, though...

I have actually been to this facility--when it was still in operation. That was in 1967. I always thought it was a shame to shut down such a magnificent steel mill.

Never again will those faithful indicator lights glow their appointed colors. Melancholy...

You pick up on the tiniest details, Motts... that's what makes you so amazing. It's the little things that just round out the whole experience. You ROCK. I mean, looking over the overwhelming enormity of this abandoned site, the utter grandiosity of the mill... you in your genius managed to capture some tiny little labels on a few valve handles. And it's perfect.

*bows to The Master*