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There must be a tremedous load on this floor. Was this ground level or one of the upper floors?

Precisely what this venue should be about, a forum of opposing opines. Ya'll should be listening to mama Lynne, would be wise.

Hrmmph...Its a carousel folks. Nothing is amiss here. If anything you could make an argument that the horse is pursuing the lion! Since they are both carousel animals and the horse is behind the tiger. Way too much is read into what are simple pictures. In this case a common carousel combination...elephants, horses, tigers, and perhaps...in the background a Kangaroo.

that is the most beauitful thing that i have seen in all the sights that i have been into. thk u so much for sharing all of ur work.

it's a shame that this is going to waste.

this is a great room.

are you sure you didn't get a hospital photo mixed in the set? Just kidding.

MacMurphy, where are you??

Thankyou Lynne, you be kool.

this was the best one of all. thk u

this is a good way to remember this.

Bravo! [applauds and thanks Mr. Mac for his work with others]

i once lived in rocherter when i was young. i have good memories there. i was a country girl bfore that, it was a wild thing for me. moved to leroy and then here in sc, and love it here. but love the history all over. i was surprise to see this one . thk u.

This old place essentially led a pretty pedestrian life. The staff came in like any other person to do there job to the best of there ability and the paients woke in the morning and did there job to best of there abilty. We were all brothers and sisters, we for the most part knew what our role was. We were the caregivers, friends, and confidants of those we worked with daily. As difficult at times that we had to use force, we always knew that we there for compassion and understanding. I talk to former employees of the place on the hill once in a while and for the most part we were one with our charges. If they needed us we were there to help them to overcome the crisis that they were experiencing. We were there to hold there hand, to talk, and work overtime if we felt that was needed to help to bring a crisis to at least a reasonable end. It was every day, it just wasn't once a month. Every morning we came in it was a new crisis and a new person. This place wasn't creepy, freaky, and oh frightening, it was a place where we had a job to do and do it to best of our ability. I'm proud for one that I worked at the old hospital on the hill and hope that all the people who worked there can feel good about what they were about. Sorry, dissertation.

Ray Crocker where are you? It was exactly what it says, occupational therapy. I remember Ray well, he treated our patients with kindness and compassion, don't have to read much more into it. Yes, it was ceramics and fun little things that meant a lot to our people.