This shot captured so much...it seems like something eerie is looming in the near future. Fantastic. I would love to photograph bulidings such as this.
i was flabber gasted my lead man was vomiting and the boss did not care he was gettin on in ag e his name was palker d o b 1910 i am 51 years old now and still canott forget that my crew of three was responsibl for the nine alarmer in broad daylight
we as adults had the permishion from the state politions to converge on all floors one to five with acetalene torches to cut stainless steel our boss is since deceaced we got the fire started by accident at 4 p m roughley give or take
it is an historical statement of what stone masons can do i am so sorry my crew of three guys were responsible for the fire in 1999 we did not mean to and we had permission from the state to be there however i fell bad that i was responsible for the 9nine alarmer late fall 1999
These people did at least get somewhat of a decent burial. There are many graveyards at these old psychiatric hospitals and many people are buried in unmarked graves.
I drove around it a few months back for the first time, and it was the scariest thing that i have ever seen. I totally felt like I was being watched by someone in the towers. I kept looking through the windows expecting to see a ghost or something. Such a scary place.
Having turned into some kind of female hobbit as I hit the midlife mark I would be horrified at the thought of being forced to look into a mirror whilst being told what needed tending to, I like denial and it likes me.
cONTINUING FROM MY PREVIOUS COMMENT. i WORKED AS A TRANSCRIPTIONIST TYPING UP CASE HISTORIES. i WORKED IN A ROOM WITH 20 OTHER GIRLS AND WE ALL TRANSCRIBED PATIENTS' HISTORIES USING A DICTAPHONE. THERE WERE NO COPYING MACHINES IN THOSE DAYS (1957-58) SO EVERYTHING HAD TO BE TYPED. I REMEMBER WHEN THEY FIRST TRIED OUT A COPYING MACHINE (WHICH DIDN'T WORK OUT). THEY HAD A HUGE TUB FILLED WITH WATER AND CHEMICALS AND I WOULD DIP A TYPED DOCUMENT INTO THE LIQUID FOR ABOUT 5 MINUTES, THEN TAKE OUT. IT WAS TOO DARK AND THAT IDEA WAS ABANDONED. ALSO WITH NO COMPUTERS, NO WHITE OUT OR CORRECTION TAPE, ANY TYPING MISTAKES HAD TO BE FIRST SCRATCHED WITH A RAZOR BLADE AND THEN ERASED . i WORKED IN THE MAIN BUILDING, THE ADMIN BLDDG. AND OFTEN HAD TO WALK THRU THE TUNNELS TO GET TO ANOTHER BUILDING. HAD TO USE A SKELETON KEY EVERY TIME A DOOR WAS OPENED AND CLOSED. WHEN WALKING THRU THE TUNNELS, AT EACH END THERE WAS AN HONOR PATIENT WHO JUST SAT THERE. WHEN I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TUNNEL , THE PATIENT WOULD TURN THE LIGHTS OFF. I WAS 19 SO IT WAS SCARY. ALSO GROUPS OF PATIENTS WOULD WALK PAST OUR ROOM WITH A MATRON GUIDING THEM. ONE TIME ONE OF THE PATIENTS RAN INTO OUR ROOM, PICKED UP A CHAIR AND WAS ABOUT TO HIT OUR BOSS WHO SAT IN FRONT OF THE ROOM. THEY HAD HONOR PATIENTS ALL OVER. ONE WOULD STAND IN THE DOORWAY TO OUR ROOM AND JUST STARE AT ME. I WAS WARNED BY THE OTHER GIRLS NOT TO APPROACH HIM. I HAD THE PRIVILEGE TO GO TO THE FILE ROOM AND READ THEIR HISTORIES (BECAUSE I COULDN'T UNDERSTANDTHE DOCTORS, WHO SPOKE VERY POOR ENGLISH. ONE TIME I HAD A HARD TIME TRYING TO UNDERSATND A WORD A DOCTOR WAS SAYING (ON THE TRANSCRIBING MACHINE. INSTEAD OF SAYING "PATIENT WAS PUT IN A SAFETY SHEET" HE WAS MISPRONOUNCING "SAFETY", HE WOULD SAY "SOF ITEE" SHEET. MY MOM WORKED AT EDGEWOOD AT THE SAME TIME WHERE THEY HOUSED MENTALLY ILL PATIENTS WHO ALSO SUFFERED FROM TB.