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Wow, these projectors were probably not used much past the mid 1950's. The round cans above and below the projector head (open door white interior) were to help contain nitrate film fires. The 2 white wires running up the back indicate the lamps were changed from 'Carbon Arc' to xenon bulbs (also mid 50's).

Note the section of rope and the sliding door above the projector window. Nitrate film burned so fast and hot they setup the booth to close itself off from he rest of the building automatically if the film caught fire.

And after clicking through all the other photos, Great job on these photos. They are ever so cool and a little creepy.

Aside from looking like something rampaged through here and gnawed on the partitions, I try to envision beauty...long, long ago.

I have to say, that's pretty goddamn cool.

I remember these room when they were filled with patients. I think their beauty lies in their usefullness. A house is only a home when it is lived in.

Ah, anna. I remember what it was like to be young. No worries, the parents were old at forty. And the whole problem therein? These arrogant children have never had a major death experience. When that does happen to them, and it will, they will finally understand. Until then, we can continue to rail at them, but it will not do any good. Until.....

Looks like my 8th grade science class room... >>

There is a drive-in theater near me that still uses this type of projector... or they did a few years ago when I was last there.

I can just imagine parents saying "Now play nice, you don't want to go to that school, now do you?

although i have attended many a death, i have never once been to the morgue in the hospital that i work in. All i can say about these teeny bobbing *asshats* that think its *cool* to have such blantant disregard should try taking care of someone thats in the end stage of life, get to know them, listen to their cries of pain, then hold their hand when its their time to leave this world, hold the family members in your arms and let their tears wet your shoulders, go home and cry yourself, come back the next day and do it again. Then come on here and tell me all about it.

thanks ,, Anna

"When the rose is faded, memory may still dwell on her beauty shadowed, and the sweet smell gone."

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Hopefully, danvers will be preserved.

Lynne, you kill me girl, but I love ya anyway!

Yeah, I used to have one of those toys on the right, too. Press buttons, smack it around, and it makes a lot of noise.
Kind of ironic how the car on the left seems to have "driven" into a ditch.

"Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Rage Against the dying of the light."