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those are military LDT 465 truck engines and trannys.

Sure would like to get my hands on some of those engines. For those not in the know, they're Multifuels out of military trucks. Now, where to I sign up to get some?

They are Hercules and/or Continental LDS-465 multifuel engines, removed from 2-1/2 ton military trucks like the M35A2. I also see one of the 5-speed Spicer OD trans. These were either left over from the M35E3 upgrade project, or some other military contract op.

I take it you are unaware of what exactly is in Dr. Sketch's playroom or you wouldn't ask . . . . =8-o

Did anyone else see the battery on the landing of the stairs?? now what would that be for??

Speaking of morgues. I worked at Walter E. Fernald School in Waverly Ma. and was told to go to certain bldg. to pick something up. I found myself in this small brick bldg. that on the shelf held dozens of brains pickled in alcohol on shelves. I had no idea what it was all about , but later on in life I found that they were used for experimental purposes to try to find out why the, god bless there souls, why they never had a decent burial and were given the respect that they all deserved. I'll never forget the little bldg. with the pickled brains. Every one a human being that once had a life but was reduced to a brain in a bottle. I kid you not folks, this was a fact, and in later years there was a short article in the Boston Globe that verified this fact. Just another brick in the wall.

I have looked at ALOT of the pics that people see images in, and have never seen anything; BUT in this pic, I can see an image that looks like a childs face looking at the camera.... SWEET!!!

Motts, I remembered the howling winds in the winter used to sing a strange song, like voices that wer'e trying to tell you something. I never found it unpleasant, but a force that was trying to communicate a message. Again, Motts, you have given me a venue for feelings that have been dorment for a long time. It could actually a cartharsis to understand what it was about and what it will be about.

these places are so cool... do you ever get scared? toxins, lead paint, police, getting hurt in a bad place..
really this is a real question.. do you ever run into ghosts?? or weird stuff???

some how I have lost how to contact you..

missouriman35@hotmail.com

so.. if there is a cost to keeping this place up.. or becomeing a member.. what ever... I will send ya a check.. so is this cutting you short on funds? I want to see it up. I don't know what you make in $$ I don't really care. this site is the best of any of them.. so what is the $$ for a membership? or how can us poor folk help out.. just to awsome of a site to die from.. expense.. man this place is awsome,, if I am costing you in band width.. I will pay. I have 30 or 40 people that I have turned onto this place.. they all love it.

In dreams I float through these lybrynthian tunnels, these empty corridors, wards and I find that the lost souls travel with me as I contantly wander this place. I am a part of the lost souls and they are a part of me. Haunted, indeed.

My mother worked at Pilgrim for nine years as a ward nurse and she always said it was the best job she ever had. She loved her patients and they loved her. She and I visited the grounds the summer of 2003, one year before she died from breast cancer. My mom and a few of her co-workers all were diagnosed with breast cancer and after seeing the building remains I have questioned whether there is a connection between the asbestos and the incidences of cancer. My mom worked at Pilgrim from 1955 until she was 6 months pregnant with me. I grew up hearing wonderful, compassionate stories about her patients. I believe my mother loved them and cared for them as best she could. It was a great experience visiting Pilgrim and going to the museum there with her before she died. I stole a brick from the grounds for her and placed it in her casket when she was buried. Unusual? Maybe. Meaningful? Most definitely. A loving daughter's final gesture...

Got it! :-)

Spidergirl you always assume the absolute worst.