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My aunt worked in that very building. I showed her this set and she went bonkers, you made her very happy motts, she said seeing the pictures brought back a lot of memories.

oh good god Motts, now THAT was certainly unexpected! I can't stop laughing!

Oh dear...I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard!

I feel the same about almost all your comments, I guess we're just not meant to be.

Take care now!

Safe shots are cool, going through Spencer S.D. when they had a devastaing Tornado,the town was demolised,the only thing left from the tornados path was the banks safe.

who says they were doing coke/

this picture is just stupid and borrin to me

most likely people use the area for safer housing at night they probably dont stay long , stll i agree its very sad.

I live near a historic place Donner-Reed Party Trail, one of the wooden cabins they stayed in, in 1886 some kids out parting burned down the cabin.People who do this there wicked.

I can only imagine the utter sadness and fear as prisoners were brought here.

Love the photos Motts. Well done!!!

Do you think that maybe these people had no where to turn? No family or friends? Not all places have homeless shelters, and once you get into a rut, it is VERY hard to get out of. I have a few friends that when I met them they were homeless, it takes a lot to get out of that rut, and if you have no one helping you, showing you the way, you are more likely never to get out of it.

holy cow thats worst than my room. And my room is pretty hard to beat 4 the dirtiest room

I for one have done coke. I have done it quite a few times, at parties and what not. Kinda like some people are social drinkers, I was a social coker. I never bought it, it was always supplied, and never did I ever feel that I NEEDED it to keep going. I have done it, walked away for a few days, months, years... and gone back and done it again. It is a fun drug, but you have to know your limit. If you dont know your limit, then that is when you become addicted...at least thats how I see it. But I guess it is different for many people.

But what I'm wondering is how the topic of discussion here is become addicted to drugs. Why not just recognize the irony of the drug photo and get back to seeing this place for the beauty within it?

Thank you Motts, for capturing these places on flim, because of it, these places will remain.

I moved to Brentwood in the late 1950's. I lived across Wickes Road from Pilgrim. I knew several friends who lived there, and I went to their homes at times ( they must be pictured here ). One of my friends had a pony, and we used to take it around the grounds in a carriage. As children, we used to play on the grounds, chase the pigs, etc. I remeber one of the outer houses on the farm near the pig farm, that we thought was very haunted.