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This is a thermometer that was proabbly connected to a set of thermocouples. The switch would let the operator read either the throttle temperature (where the steam enters the turbine) ot the 5th stage temperature (at the 5th set of blades in the turbine) where they may have extracted steam for feedwater heating.

thank you, Motts for these galleries of yours. It is true, each photo speaks in different way to different people because we all are unique. I love these galleries and all the comments, as the people who comment seem like a family members and I have not even been in this site all that long and I can feel the comradship (spelling?) in these comments. Thanks for let me be part!

I would love to have that mantal for my fireplace!!!

that chair looks like it has seen better days.

I like this pic, kind of has a soft rose hue to it, very pretty

wow that is beautiful architecture!!!! I am speechless, you really do not see such beauty in many facilities these days.

Sorry, I just had to share that. I have not harmed myself since that day. I am supposed be under mental health care, only since no income, only my daughter's benefit SSA from her dad's death, is only income, so I had to cease from mental health, could not pay the fee.

Mott, thanks for the photo therapy! This helps me relax when I am jittery and anxious, seeing these photos is medicine in itself! When I was first brought to the state hospital by police, I was frisked and some device was ran over my body. Then I had to have an exam and then led to what would be my room for next month and half. I remember laying across the small bed, crying bitter tears. I was 44 and never been away from home for any lengh of time and having to leave my 15 year old daughter behind was more than I could bear. I finally adapted to my confinment in the best way I knew how, by writing poems and testimonials. I would lose myself in my writings. Of course they only let me use a felt marker, no pens or pencils were allowed. then I lied to my shrink that I was all better so I could go home to my child. When I got home, noone was around, as my child was staying with a relative. I went into my bathroom, grabbed the metal bath grab bar and with its ragged edge, I cut my left arm up and down until the blood started flowing into the tub drain. then I came to my senses and agonized at what I had done. I made mincemeat out of my arm and have scars to this day. I was really messed up from all those drugs that my shrink had administered to me. I was in a daze half the time I was inside the hospital, only sometimes I could enoy activities. I wished I had not lied to get out and I would not have cut myself so bad.. I still experince severe anxiety to the point I have be taken to ER by my daughter so I would not harm myself. It is a rough road to be sure and one day I will get better. I have that hope and this site of Motts helps in profound ways. Just keep up this site!

When I was hospitalized, we were eating lunch, males and females were allowed to eat together. the windows in the cafeteria had mesh bars over them, and this one dude became violent while in the activiy patio, and the staff locked him outside in the small caged enclosure, and he cried and tried break the windows to enter the cafeteria, only the mesh was what kept him from breaking the windows. I felt rather sorry for this man, here we were enjoying our lunch and he was locked within that cage. Kind of shocked me.

this more like it, i can smell the dead bodie's YAMMIE

some once told me that a mental hospital was a jail for the mentally ill. I guess because they have to be so confined and locked in a secure environment.

so many buildings and no dead bodie's strange its a great place to kill and hide bodie's

Looks like you could step right off the edge of the roof onto the tree tops and walk around!

Oh, of course without soap, i would have to douse myself with as much anti-persperiant to make me smell good!!

In the female bath, we did have privacy, however, the doors to the toilet stalls did not have any handles, and the shower stalls only had plastic shower curtains. I always was unfortunate to get the shower with the cold water and no soap in the despenser. Why? because the others always beat me to the good showers. At least with my cold water shower, I was more "bright-eyed-bushy-tailed, then the others!! <laughter>