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I actually have some of these (not from this place) that my father had somehow gotten years ago. Gangsters from th 1930's mostly but pretty interesting stuff nonetheless.

I was the last baby baptized there in December, 1941.

I worked a TSH for a few years, definitely creepy at night lol. But I knew a woman who worked there for 40 years. She has stories that would make your head spin. Mental health while imperfect, has made leaps and bounds since its infancy. There are tubs in the basement level that were filled w ice and water to "calm" patients down. These were used especially on the weekends due to there bring NO doctors from friday night until monday am! Also, those tunnels were used to transfer patient from building to building during inclement weather. My friend (female) used to walk alone w 40-50 patients in those tunnels.... she told me when I asked her how scary that was. "Hey, we had 2 staff members per ward, its what we did" Nope, I can't even imagine!

academic theater I think.

...those holes are for a crowbar to fit into.
- the bar was used to leverage the flywheel into a position that set the pistons and valve-work into a starting configuration when the engine was either, cold or shut down for some reason requiring it to be so.

One of the most depressing galleries I've seen yet on this site. Reminds me to be thankful for the life I have. Good job, Motts. Keep the photos coming!

Madison, I think all jails are required by law to have a hospital wing.

Being confined to one of these cells could drive one to madness.

What joy could one possibly have locked up in jail during Christmas?

Makes me think about all the prisoners lined up just to make a quick phone call to family or friends....or a lawyer.

Passive-aggressive...an inmate very well could have written this. Being cooped up in a cell can do damage to the psyche. Music and sleep are a welcome reprieve.

I would lose my appetite and a lot of weight in a mess hall like this.

So very dreary and dismal.

At least there's hand railings on this stairwell.

It brings home the fact that there is no privacy in prison.