This is an airy hallway shot and the peeling paint really adds to that initial feeling. I still fail to see the face people have mentioned earlier, though... :P
It looks creepy now, but back then it must've looked quite nice back in the day, I imagine. It's a shame the children didn't receive the same level of care that the paintings did when they were being composed...
Can't remember the model but I recovered a typewriter from the college I was at 1996-8. It would have otherwise gone in a skip.
It was a daisywheel unit that worked OK apart from the left hand margin kept jumping around & I didn't have any instructions to help me. It was handy for typing labels that are a pain to do on computers unless you're lucky,
I went when I was clearing out my room as I needed the space.
Another thing the closed British hospitals have a lot of are dial phones, I don't know if Motts has found any.
I remember when I was young I went with my Mum to Manchester Airport to pick my Dad & spotted some TVs like the ones mentioned by Joseph. Very small B&W screens with a fuzzy picture.
Hey Donna! Keep checking back because occassionally we get people on here who are "authorities" on Pennhurst. I get tired of defending the place. If you have time check out the Pit of Oblivion picture and some of the bizaar comments that have been left. You'll need an aspirin if you get through them all.
Anybody wonder what happened to all our Clients? I would like to know. Not every aide that worked there was an abuser. We did care for our clients. We would bring in things from home to make their lives a little brighter. Before we got more funding I remember bringing in soap so we didn't have to wash them with the pink state soap - anyone else remember? Don't condem unless you have lived the life.