When I worked here in 1992, the presses would need oil on a daily basis, break, and we would often play cards while the pipe fitters and oilers would do their job to get the line back up again. This site brings back memories.
When I worked here in 1992, the stamping parts would ride on this track to get to the other buildings to fit on racks or do other work. I remember the miles of track clanking all day with Ford, GM, and Chrysler parts on them.
I used to work at the plant in 1992 in high school. This looks like it was in the 'High Bay' as they called it then. Sad to see the 1.6 million square feet buiilding torn down.
Believe it or not, I used to work at this factory in 1992. It was called EWI South Bend Stamping (Later Tecumseh Metal Products). I was a press operator. The roof leaked, the press dripped oil on your head but the pay was good and the Union UAW Local 5 took care of you. I google'd the stamping plant to see if it was still there.
No, this was once the largest TB hospital in the USA for a while... I haven't posted much information about this location to keep the place on the down-low.
I worked in the Long Beach Adult homes in the early 80's where patients were dumped in the exodus that occured (I think) after certain psychotropic drugs were introduced to keep these folk calm. I love them all and was well-loved. I heard their tales of diabetic comas and saw lobotomy scars. That was at the Brighton Home in Long Beach on Lincoln Blvd. and the Boardwalk - it is about to come down, but there may be a few of those folk still there - I've not visited for a while. At that time I only knew of Pilgrim as the place my friends had come from, now I live out here iright near there and still work with younger folk who've come through there or are housed there. I MUST SAY that I think the fascination with this place DOES have to do with what was done to people with mental illness, but sadly, the fascination is also with to those to whom it was done. This is all about stigma that must be broken. Just know that many of us on Zoloft and Paxil would have been placed here and institutionalized as well back in the day. There was shame then in having mental illness in the family and there is still today. Thank God, today most of us in mental health focus on RECOVERY rather than CONTAINMENT and control. There is life and recovery for those with mental illness diagnosis - when once it was thought incurable and sensational.
I will be on the remaining wards December 4th 06, giving a holiday party. We visit the locked wards and then give a big bash (deejay, etc) for those permitted to come to the party.
I worked in the Long Beach Adult homes in the early 80's where patients were dumped in the exodus that occured (I think) after certain psychotropic drugs were introduced to keep these folk calm. I love them all and was well-loved. I heard their tales of diabetic comas and saw lobotomy scars. That was at the Brighton Home in Long Beach on Lincoln Blvd. and the Boardwalk - it is about to come down, but there may be a few of those folk still there - I've not visited for a while. At that time I only knew of Pilgrim as the place my friends had come from, now I live out here iright near there and still work with younger folk who've come through there or are housed there. I MUST SAY that I think the fascination with this place DOES have to do with what was done to people with mental illness, but sadly, the fascination is also with to those to whom it was done. This is all about stigma that must be broken. Just know that many of us on Zoloft and Paxil would have been placed here and institutionalized as well back in the day. There was shame then in having mental illness in the family and there is still today. Thank God, today most of us in mental health focus on RECOVERY rather than CONTAINMENT and control. There is life and recovery for those with mental illness diagnosis - when once it was thought incurable and sensational.
I will be on the remaining wards December 4th 06, giving a holiday party. We visit the locked wards and then give a big bash (deejay, etc) for those permitted to come to the party.