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Eww, Irn Bru. They must have been *really* high.

oh that looks like way to much fun :D

omg they do!! i <3 that movie!

My friend and I found this room while exploring the facilities last spring before they demolished the stamping plant. Yep, they are the big six-bangers out of 2.5 ton military trucks, and they are most definately a surplus purchase. Many of the filter housings have maintenance stickers on them from various Army transportation depots and motor pools. Great site, by the way...I miss exploring the old buildings, and it is nice that someone captured them on film before the wrecking ball came

there's a cross painted on the woodwork, how ironic...

I had a lovely view of this clock tower from my condo windows when I lived on Lake Quinsigamond. Then I moved to the other end of the lake (which is 7 miles long) and can still see Worcester State high on the hill from my neighborhood. Always been fascinated by this place ever since I was a kid. There is a 'new' building next to the old complex that was built in the 1940s that is in use now. There is talk that they are going to build a brand new state of the art complex at this site. I am hoping these gorgious but unusual looking buildings get saved. This was one of the first mental institutions in the country so the place has great history of mental health. Mr Motts, awesome photos!

My granddmother, Gladys Nell Prebble, died at Glen Dale in 1938 from TB. She left 9 under aged children in Charles County, Maryland with a father, who could not cope and signed the children over to Washington, DC. The oldest was my mother, Mary, age 16. She was very lucky and her boyfriend, Joe asked her to marry him. I am Judith and was born 2 years later. Mary was a wonderful mother and from the stories she told me, her mother, Gladys Nell was a loving mother. The oldest son, age 15 ran away and joined the service after hoboing around the country. The five younger children were placed in an orphanage in Washington, DC. The very youngest, a girl and a boy, were adopted and thought to be lost to my mother forever. After my mother married, over the years she allowed her 2 brothers and 2 sisters to come and live with her. This was a life with outside plumbing and lots of country cooking. They were never sorry. Can you believe the two adoptive members of the family found us and there are many happy events with all 9 children. The father, who left them, was an alcholic and became a hobo. He was forgiven and a part of the children's life as an older man. My grandmother, Gladys Nell, was a registered nurse educated in Ware, Mass. She was working as a nurse in Washington, DC, when she met my grandfather, who had been wounded. He was in the Coast Guard and in WW 1. I will never forget my family story. Glen Dale was a sad place and my mother told me how her mother had to leave the children and had the hope she would be healed. Also, I want to say, my grandmother caught TB, by going to work as a nurse during the depression. My grandfather could not find work. If you want to e-mail me....write to Pezjude@cs.com and put Glen Dale Gladys Nell on subject line. History is my main reason for writing this. Judith

'they call me mellow yellow' :D

the room looks very rather sque-wiff was it really like that or was it your melifluous camarera??

i like it how, if you scroll up and down the photograph, its like an 'optical illusion'

that place is nuts i live in the next town over. ive been there a few times.... were you able to get into the tunnels? they ae pretty intense at night

Sweet!

J4ecks, if the place didn't try to kill you (twice!) i would say we need to go bowling again!

nice elevator i like it

the crumpled wreck