ohh and i went in the power plant today and its not scary except for the face that when your on like the 3rd floor, the stairs start to creek and you feel like your gonna fall
right by the gate at the beginning of the road to this power plant, theres a door in the ground to all the underground tunnels that connect all the buildings in the Letchworth. I just found it today and i feel like a pimp :D
I've nick-named this building, "The Silo." It sort of looks like an oversized silo on a farm, especially when viewed from a distance! : ) The view must be very impressive while looking up from the bottom-great shots!
Great pictures of WSH! It brings back fond memories of my childhood when Dad and I would walk the grounds. Behind the State Hospital, in the woods, are a few walking trails. On the top of the hill, there's a huge flat rock that we named, "Picnic Rock." Sometimes we would bring a snack, and make a "picnic" on that rock! Dad and I would also walk up to the water tower and tell scary stories. Also, below the hill, there's 2 small waterfalls on one of the trails, surrounded by pine trees, it's very picturesque. I'm glad I grew up seeing that Clock Tower every day. These old gothic asylums are the closest things to "castles" that we have in our country. It's a shame that so many of them have not been perserved. They should have been rehabed into functional buildings so as to keep their majestic beauty.
Thank you for showing the inside of the rotonda building-the day room. I've seen those round structures growing up, and I always wondered what they were for. The other black and white pictures of patient life is very interesting as well. Thanks.
Interesting piano! I wonder if there was ever a Music Therapist employed there in its heyday. My parents went on a tour there once, before they fully closed the building. They said that one room was painted all black! How morbid! I wonder what it was used for-insolation room, perhaps? How sad! It's nice when the walls are painted in more plesant colors, such as cheerful pastels. One time a patient escaped and landed at our house. (We lived down the street from WSH) She looked disoriented and her clothes looked dated, like that from the 50's-60's. The make-up on her face was extreme. My dad drove her back to the hospital. As a child, I was both shocked and saddened. On a more upbeat note, the Clock Tower looks beautiful when the sun is setting. I'm glad it was a fixture, sitting on that hill, for most of my life.