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yes, it was wasnt it! it was indeed a good time to have a friend

i saw that! i remember it too! thats where we met too, dont you remember stephanie? it was about 1978, i was 12 and you were 10 if i remember correctly,

lovely. i want to walk out on that porch...

there was a movie filmed here on location, called Session 9, i remember watching the movie and thinking "i know that room, and that ward, and i have been kept in that room before! it was a long long time ago but i remember it!" it breaks my heart to see it in this shape!

its ok lynne, we still love you, and besides you can love weed, but weed will never love you back, once again trust me,

P.S. can i be in the opacity family that youse guys seem to have here?

Hey mark: EAT ME, YOU ASSHAT! sorry, but i enjooy the people here,
P.S. AM I PART OF THE TIGHT-KNIT FAMILY HERE LYNNE?

There was a book written by a woman who lived in a village on the outskirts of northampton, close to the buckinghamshire border. I forget her name but she wrote an interesting account of secrets kept by her family, particularly her great grandmother. She drowned her twins at birth for fear of problems and disability as well as the fact that she was not entirely well after the birth. I'm gonna rack my brains for the author! There was a documentary on nearly a year ago about mothers who had had their children forcibly removed from their care at birth, for various reasons. My nan has also told me stories concerning babies and children that were removed from their parents at birth or infancy. You seemed to have misunderstood my earlier statement, I was in no sense implying that snatching and drowning happened on a regular basis but it DID happen in extreme cases. The stigma attached to having a baby with a deformity or disability used to be so great that families did put their children in the care of mental facilities. Sometimes it was for the best. I know of a lady who kept her down syndrome son against the advice of doctors. She wrapped that child in cotton wool and he was never able to do anything on his own. He was a quiet withdrawn boy, polite but non-conversational. When his mother died his father placed him in an institution (for want of a better word). He thrived there, learning new social skills and gaining some much needed independence. A few months ago my nan saw him walking alone late at night. Worried she rang the people who cared for him and they assurred her that he had enough common sense to come home when he was ready and that he would be fine. The next day she spoke to him on the phone and he chatted for over an hour about his new "family" and all the new things he had learned.
Apologies for any offence caused by the earlier comment, looking back it does sound ignorant but that was not my intention.

Radical Ed - were you really at byberry or were you joking? (im horrible at telling sarcasm from seriousness)

hey Lynne: "abby normal"

a local photographer,also the co founder of Hudson Valley Paranormal investigations was awarded 1st prize in
a contest for best Ghost picture, by the
Sci Fi channel as a promotion for it's program "Ghost Hunters''. The photo is a nightime exterior shot of Bennet/Halcyon
Hall purporting to show a ghostly image of a woman in one of the courtyard windows, actually the "children's wing"
of the building.It is in the life section of today's Poughkeepsie Journal. It looks like a shrouded figure, kinda religious.
it would probably scare the shit outta me in person, but in the foto it seems like
alot of these "sightings'', what i call the
"Jesus-on-a-Taco'' images. But who knows?

alls i gotta say is Motts has more brains than kevin could ever hope to have, not to mention social skills!

my advice to you kevin: quit being such a jerkoff!

sorry, im not usually mean but if you're rude to someone that i admire, you'll get your head bitten off

Kemper - maybe its left over chinese food from the night before lol jpjp

i was in one of those for nearly a year, my best friend stephanie from the hospital came to talk to me everyday tho, i was 15 and i remember the first night i was in it, the staff actually let stephanie sleep on a cot next to me because i was so scared, the only reason they let her do it was because i was threatining to start screaming, i was already crying which was not good for me since i was frail and couldnt breath very well at all on my own

it looks a bit like a sock ontop of a shop vac, if you ask me,

Dang! I was looking for a little excitement, romance, and glamour in my old age. :-(