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Absolutely beautiful shot!

The ward doors were huge thick wood doors w/ a small window, always LOCKED

I never saw such colorful walls back in the 59-61 era. They were all two-tone light & dark green with brown tile floors except the tunnel I think was just concrete floors. (been a few decades)

Looks like the main entrance, A building..where is the B building? was it already torn down? The Grayhound bus used to come through and stop right in front of the main A building.

can you imagine what Christmas time would've been like here?

Well, no Snowdrops.

nice building

like my heart

7/10
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not enough soap dispensers

former staff,
How can we remember you if you don't let us know who you are?
What Ward did you work and when?

Jewel,
True enough and I have related some stories and a lot of others are unsaid.
As for me, I still hurt, but I have moved on with my life.
That's not to say that the pictures do not revive the memories 'cause they do, it just takes effort, a lot of effort, to suppress those memories which I do not care to relive.
Does that mean I forgot them?
No, I will never forget them, I just choose not to relive them.
All of us kids who were there was hurt, others more so then others.
The kids who lived on Ward E was more abused then those on other Wards because of the staff that worked on Ward E.
Willie was working on Ward D when I was there, so was Jack and Jack was a hard ass who got his kicks out of restraining kids and smashing their faces into the floor after the staff already had the kid under control.
It did make a difference as to what Ward a child was placed on.

Gaebler School Girl,
Sounds like you was on Ward E, a lot of bad stuff happened on that Ward.

Gaebler School Girl,
I am NOT trying to make that place sound like a vacation.
Because you never got to go outside or go into town does not mean it didn't happen.
You have to remember that when I was there Mr. Heathwood ran the place, and unlike other people Mr. Heathwood allowed such trips.
You rant and rave about this place as though only you was hurt.
Everyone of us was hurt, but I related other things instead of the bad things, living one nightmare is enough, re-living it is even worse.
I still hurt seeing these pictures, but I moved on with my life.
And if you read the comments you will find that another person remembers the trips I talked about.

Love this.

*Knock, knock, knock*...."Excuse me! Um...Did you happen to die of an infectious disease......NO, you say? Great! I'm coming in..."