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I'm wondering about those doors on the upper level leading out to...nothing. "Watch that first step, its a doozie!"
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Are there records that you can research on who is buried here? If so where can you find them? Thanks
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I work from home.....would give almost anything to have an office like this. You're right, eldokid, a bit of Murphy's Oil Soap and the room would be ready for me to start work.

Motts, did you open the doors on the desk to see what treasures were hidden away?
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Such detail went into the construction of this home - wood work, ceiling molding, door frames. Beautiful. I can imagine this was such a warm, 'homey' place before being abandoned. They just don't build homes with this attention to detail anymore.
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Wow...love the floor and all the wood paneling. If this was in the states, some flipper would rip every bit of this out....sad.
Excellent shot.
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I still love your galleries man, used to comment years ago, but can I ask, why does it take so long to upload galleries? Shot Nov. 2008, posted Nov 2019? Just curious, love your work.
I was involved in the first phase development of the McNeal Mansion in 1998! My company Corbi Enterprise opened the River Cafe but due to litigation by our partner the total rehab never occurred ! I still have a letter from Mr McNeals granddaughter ! Terrific architectural wonder!
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and on it goes.
Anyway: Love having found this site, great kudos to our host and master artist, explorer Mott. Thank You!!
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So that is my hometown. I went in there a few years ago to explore, after years away, before collapse. Took a lot of photos to document, but shamed to say they are themselves lost, abandoned on an old cellphone I would guess. It was certainly "unsafe", but totally do-able from the creekbed. (Above commenter, that is Triphammer Falls Ithaca, not Rochester).
To the commenter referencing Frankenstein, that was completely the vibe. The stonework and old woodwork, the verticality, you felt as if you were in the ruins of Dr. Frankenstein's dungeon laboratory.
It was obvious (to my mind anyway) that a (very) ambitious project of renovation could have produced one of the coolest places on earth. I envisioned a multi-tiered cafe/restaurant space. Could've been structurally accomplished with enough money, perserverence, and cooperation from the university. Oh well. A shame.
To other commenter: there are two steep gorges that run through the campus, with multiple bridges spanning them. Students did indeed jump to their deaths onto the shallow creekbeds below, from a few different bridges. The town and university have debated over the years on erecting suicide barriers on the bridges, I believe that has been done on this bridge. The resultant ruining of spectacular views has been the main point of contention. Students at Cornell were in general under a lot of academic pressure. Personally I think our perennially gray skies and long winters played a role as well.
There have also been many tragic swimming and cliff- jumping accidents and deaths over the years, frequently city-kid students not used to the terrain and hydro-dynamics, but also local kids too.
For the paranormally inclined: my father knew a Native American shaman, who with his son would "cleanse" the gorges, walking bottom to top clearing spirits. My own good friend, a very prolific gorge explorer, once claimed to have met a "devil-god" living down there in one of those gorges (on LSD at the time, but hey..). On top of the modern-time deaths we know about, there were also massacres of Natives in early white settlement times, including an entire village of men women and children that was situated at the base of a different gorge (now a state park). So spirits quite possible. The gorges are indeed treacherous, especially in winter ice conditions, with steep crumbly shale on all sides. Beautiful trails exist, sections crumble, the trails are "Closed punishable by law," swimming is outlawed,
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In pic it says 1992 on box
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On box 1992 ?
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I got both of these books for Christmas! Best. Gift. EVER!
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I grew up on Lowell Ave in the early 80's right across the street from the hospital grounds. My friends and I couldn't have had a better or more ominous playground. There wasn't much of that place that we didn't explore. More often than not illegally lol. My Nana was a pharmacist there and let me just say I could tell you some stories. I also helped her gather and sort all kinds photos from the early days of the hospital. Everything from step by step photos of lobotomies (intense) to pics of a patients contents of his stomach. He liked to swallow keys, springs, glass, pens, coins. Pretty wild. She was instrumental in gathering photos and documents for the museum about C.I.P.H. I remember sitting in the old shock treatment chair they used on the patients. I used to hang out and smoke cigarettes at the old playground for the children that were sent there. Friggin' creepy. Yet I learned valuable lessons in compassion, kindness, and humility as a 7 year old by helping the patients with their bingo cards.
I wouldn't change it for the world. I love you Nana!! May the souls that spent time there rest in peace.
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I think the print is a reproduction of a Giotto's painting.
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The paper on the floor must be a magazine; Escape is a parfum by Calvin Klein, so it looks like an AD