The place is awesome. We used to run around that place in the late 80`s when I was in high school,in the middle of the night. Had alot of fun and many parties. Some of the tunnels we used were for escaping from the cops, we would just pop up over in the neighborhood and never be seen. Glenndale Heights holds a lot of memories along with the hospital, And it looks a lot different I guess because I don`t think I`ve ever seen the inside of it in daylight.....
mindwrker, i hear ya about the picking out of the mother's casket. My mother died six months after cancer diagnosis, and humor was the ONLY thing that kept her and I sane. Even now, when she comes to see me in my dreams, she makes me laugh.
a coworker and myself were actually talking about glenndale today, and we were told that back then they really werent too sure as to how tuberculosis affected people, so they tried things like excercise and the like. but that apparently made them worse, killing most of them. that place is pretty creepy....
Yes, I was responding to my feelings, but also saying that maybe Max was being insensitive to hide his own feelings and people shouldn't be so hard on him because he doesn't respond the way we might expect him to.
I used to believe--as a child--that monsters lived under my bed, and in my closet. Now I am glad I didn't have a watery hole in my floor, as well. I would have been a psychologist's nightmare as an adult.
Geez, if we must scrawl so-called "art" on the walls, couldn't we get the spelling right? Just makes me wonder if graffiti and poor spelling go hand in hand with illiteracy?
i think you are not responding to the comment max made but your feelings about the slabs and their use for children bodies. a pic like this is bound to spark incomfortable feelings, that is why it is so fantastic.
there is also a huge industrial dryer there and clothing presses so I think it might have been used as a Laundret at some point too but it is definately a powerplant as well