*sigh* this competion is not very challenging, but I am indeed honored to be in such stellar company with Lynne and ~Me...(glad you woke up and are thinking outside your box). =)
"Then earth's great architecture swells
Among her mountains and her fells
Under the moon to amplitude
Massive and primitive and rude:Then do the clouds like silver flags
Stream out above the tattered crags,
And black and silver all the coast
Marshalls its hunched and rocky host,
And headlands striding sombrely
Buttress the land against the sea,
The darkened land, the brightening wave
And moonlight slants through Merlin's cave."
"What time the meanest brick and stone take on a beauty not their own, and past the flaw of builded wood, shines the intention whole and good, and all the little homes of man rise to a dimmer, nobler span; when colour's absence gives escape to the deeper spirit of the shape"
There are many stories of ghosts. The noises on hears is actually the windows rattling in the wind. We us to walk our patients in these halls. On sunny days these buildings were the most attrative architectual wonders. The symmetry, the masonary.
actually this room was not for patients. We used this room for mops, cleaning supplies and stuff like that. In the early days, patients actually were the ones who did the cleaning.
I spent many hours in that library. It holds many memories. I would love it, if you wold publish a book with there pictures. My children don't believe that such a place really existed. I remember the fun we had as students living on the grounds, the sadness as one of our patients died and the comraderie one feels when they say " I'm a Pilgrim grad". thanks for this site.