Went downtown and observed the ghosties and gobelins, princesses and princes. It was a selict few and familes that paraded the streets of Hamp, and was delightful. I took a ride to the hill to see if I could get a feeling for old main. I stood on the grass field where it once exsisted and felt nothing, the spirits are gone and no longer exist. They are at rest and it time for a renewal. As I feel some regret, I feel that a time has past and a new , vibrant new use for a land that saw so much misery. So sad,to bad, I lost a lot, but I'm happy that the burial ground has become renewal ground. The spirits would approve. Bless you my friend, you gave me a forum that I wouldn't have had otherwise. Love you my friend, you are the best in all ways. Johnny Mac.
johnny mac.....i no what u mean with that last comment about dreaming all the time about one place only.....when i went to belchertown state school all me and my cusin would dream about what that place for like 2 whole weeks...and something kept calling all of us that went there that night to go again we talked about that place for like a month and till today we still want to go.......have any of ya ever went there ?
I know I'm commenting a little late on this, but I only found this site recently. All the photos had a similar feel to them so I just thought I'd comment on the last one. The style of these photos are very different compared to what Motts usually does, and to be completely honest I dont like them as much. However, they do suggest a sort of untold story that leaves me intrigued. And even in going in a completely different direction, the same artistic expertise is evident in these photos.
It's all gone. The main bldg. and it's axcillary partners have been demolished and turned into a strange litlle grassy knoll. There is no sign that it ever existed and now it a cemetary without a monuement. It saddens me and all the other staff workers who used to worked there,but the grieving has not ceased. Ersatz, ersastz and thats what left. The spirit no longer exists and memorories are no more. I mourn in my old age, but I accept what invevitably has come to be. I hope the little kids are arne't haunted by what has gone before them in there little cofortable apt's, but it would be a nice idea to educate what had happened in the hallowed ground that they now live in. Again, Motts, I salute you for saving such an enviorment that will never happen again, I love you my friend wherewhatever you are doing. My best, my very best to you for your service.