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I went to school there between 1969 -1972. I have great memories of the place... Good school and great education. scarey at times to live there. foreboding and all. Will always remember Ma Specht, our house mother. Saddens me to see the ruins...

Ah yes the wonderful education our children get at Kings Park High School (for those who dont know, KPHS is across the street from KPPC)

This is a lecture hall. The blank space at the front is where the blackboard would go. I spent many an hour in rooms just like these, of course in those halls not every square inch was occupied by a desk. They've obviously shoved every seat they could find in here, either that or they had the habit of catapulting students to their desks.

Mott's apple sauce LOL

Absolutely stunning doors. Be it a death freezer or not that is very nice.

Thanks Kate!

People fail to realize that the dead, whether from disease, old age or whatever, become tools that the living learn from.

We would have never learned the treatments for polio, TB, cancer, diabetes and mental illness (there are more but I won't list them all) if it weren't for the fact that people died.

The dead speak. They just have to be around the right people to hear them.
I don't mean ghosts either.
Ask any ME, and they will tell you all about what they have learned from those who are no longer living.

If i had to live in one of these rooms (cages) my mind and mood would decay very fast.

I thought the place was bought and going to be developed as conos? the golf course is still open but they operste with no electricity anywhere. It's been that way for several years now

I'm so glad that society is somewhat more accepting now....this seems so dated....We all have our insanities....but we're not placed in a world like Danvers.

You were that for your Hubby and I betcha Peter will have a little sibling 'fore long.

The colour in this shot is spectacular! You make such good use of existing light, Motts.

Not to be a clever clogs but I learned this translation a bit differently. We learned this to translate as Let idle talk be silenced. Let laughter be banished. Here is the place where death delights to succour life.

Also worth mentioning "Taceant colloquia.
Effugiat risus." is actually a shortening of the original line which reads Praesent aegroto taceant colloquia, effugiat risus, namque omnia dominatur morbus. Which translates into:In the presence of the sick, all conversation should cease, laughter should disappear, because disease reigns over all.

A variation of this phrase is to be found in anatomy suites and autopsy theatres. I myself have seen may different forms of this.

Serrena, yep, I stiil gots the uniform at my mom's somewhere. Hubby wants me to wear it for him sometime....

More importantly, what on earth did they eat to produce enough crap to paint with? My vote is for one too many lamb kebabs.

I imagine long ago this used to be a pretty peaceful area. It's nice actually. But still you know that whole creepy effect.