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Back in the old days (a few years ago) we didn't have ozone sterilizers or big budgets; we were stuck with chemical disinfectants and steam sterilizers to clean mattresses. When there was no money coming in on a regular basis and/or when you were at double the patient capacity for which you had equipment, rather than throwing everything away, as people do today, anything that could be was recycled. A mattress sterilizer was a dearly beloved commodity in hospitals, especially military hospitals, and they worked on the old-fashioned idea of using saturated steam heat to blast out the little nasty critters. Here is a reference for a saturated steam sterilizer that can be used for mattresses, clothes, etc.
http://www.prenex.com/en/autoclave.html

this is now the last building left standing

Kewl, El Steveo - thanks!

Lynne- Sorry, that wasn't meant to mean that ALL people working there were cruel, just a select few. However, the "few" were all most people ever hear about.

It IS sad - it is something that cannot be adequately described to someone who has never experienced it or lived intimately with someone who is going through it. It is one of the saddest diseases there is because we are right on the threshold of finding ways of reducing or, hopefully, eliminating it, and we know we are almost there, but not quite. The toll it has taken is unspeakable and immeasurable, so to me the horrible irony is how the disease not only alienates us from others, but how many others take such great pains to disassociate themselves from people who are going through it.

on the seal, 3 grapevines: Windsor, Wethersfield and Hartford

No prob, silkster! :0)

**Hugs and Kisses** Michelle

Oh yeah, I believe it goes "Dammit Janet....I wanna screw!!"

Still shows at midnight at the theatre 2 blocks from me! Good ole Atlanta!!

Fair comment Lynne, I have lived with someone who was supposed to be a gaurdian to me and they spent their working life in an asylum (as a patient at Whittingham Hospital UK Preston Lancashire) So living and breathing with a person who suffers from mental illness can make it seem sad.

It slices! It dices! It even removes fingers!

it looks like a big, scary, metallic dragon... anyone else see it? the two light spots on the nearest tall part are the eyes...

As a person who lives with mental illness in the 21st century, I can relate to the patient looking out the hole. It depicts a metaphor for the seclusion and lonliness that is felt when society treats you different. Ignorance provokes fear. Open the door and give me a hug.

Thanks for the posting these pictures lynne, i have been hoping someone would find some evenually. the first couple show how this building has lost some of it's details over the years, things we probably would never have known were there.