I worked for a time in the female unit at danvers state- what a beautiful building- i have been living in another state for many years and did not know that it is gone- for what , some ugly apartments- it is such a shame that what once served the community and those patients has gone to erecting apartments- i remember those ladies on that unit not all but a few and what they needed and still probably needed was danvers state and the help that was given to them by the staff and by the community-
Wow. I'm shell shocked from reading all these comments. Very interesting. Motts photographs illicit a lot of emotions from different people depending on their life experiences and perceptions of these institutions. And that's one thing that makes Opacity a great website. We are allowed to freely comment on these magnificent images. I've learned a lot from Lynne.
Ignoring the graffiti, the workmanship on the banister & railings is impressive. The act of destroying & defacing something just because you can perplexes me to no end.
I was 8 years and 4 months old and I remember spending the Summers up in Canada with my mom, brother, and step-IDIOT (I mean father) and having all day to explore, fish off of our private dock of the cabin we'd rented or swim.
That was one heck of a Summer for me, even though shortly after that, my step-father beat my mom and us and got taken out of the house by the PoPo. :( I was so glad he was gone though. It was still a great year because now we didn't have to live in fear anymore and I didn't have to hear my mom crying all the time.
In my short stay at a hospital, there were no clocks or calendars anywhere. We weren't allowed watches either and the things brought in by family members had to be thoroughly examined. I wasn't allowed a date book (due to spiral binding.) It was as if they erased the days and time. It did work. I walked out of there having no idea what month it was.
Just found your site after watching Session 9. Beautifully haunting pictures. I remember as a young teen going there with the youth group from church. I also remember being totally freaked out by it. Going through the wards and having the nurses lock the doors behind you. I thought that these were people forgotten. That was a long time ago but a memory that haunts me.