There is a book called "I Raise My Eyes To Say Yes", by Ruth Sienkiewicz, which was written by a woman with cerebral palsy who lived at the Infirmary at Belchertown State School. It's worth reading, especially if you ever wonder about what life was like for those people leaving all those wheelchairs behind. I know Michael D'Antonio's book, "The State Boys Rebellion", has been mentioned elsewhere on this site. It's well worth reading and is available cheaply from the huga and diverse cut-outs/remainders catalog from Edward R. Hamilton Books.
where is this place, the only place iv been to is pennhurst and we really wanna go back but this place looks really scarey too. have you noticed any activity?
I'm 18, and I do vote in even the little "crappy" elections. I've never been to Pennhurst but everyone knows that when you live in a small town like this and you have an abandoned building..there are going to be ghost stories and horror stories about the place. I wasnt pointing any fingers at the staff, nor saying that this place was terrible. I was saying that those are the stories I have always heard. If you scroll up to my comment the last thing i wrote was that I wanted to know what really happened. I dont think this place was bad at all, I want to hear outside of these kids' stories and talk to patients and people who used to work there. I think that this place is beautiful and mysterious and I've tried many times to get in but with the guards everywhere, and the new gates put up..I haven't found a way around it. On the other hand..I think I would much rather not disturb this place and just enjoy Motts awesome pictures :)
This doesn't crack me up. I was a very young tot when the polio epidemic was raging in this country -- this is what is called an iron lung which enabled polio patients to breathe. My mother told me about how frantic my parents were when the girl across the street came down with polio -- I had been playing with her. Luckily I didn't contract polio, but a lot of poor children did, and they had to be confined to this monstrosity, sometimes fo rthe rest of their lives. Nothing to laugh about.