Oh how I love those Hunter pedistal fans. I'd say late 40s into the 50s. They were made shortly after Hunter moved their headquarters from Fulton, NY to Memphis, TN. Very nice and powerful fans.
this could just be me being really empathic.. but i get the feeling that this machine was used to liquidize the abused children..much like a large evidence eradicating human blender..
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xtiml - wtf?
im not about to start on picking that spiel to shreds because frankly i dont have enough time or energy to do the job properly.. suffice it to say that sure, "they" ate their own faeces and suffered violent episodes for the one sole reason that "they" were trying to fuck with you.
Im sure that those capable of supplying humane mental health care are heaving one hell of a sigh of relief at the retirement of yourself and others of similar ilk and professional standard.
Ok, I must just be a really insensitive person, because I don't get any senses of anyone's tragedies or mistreatment from a photograph of an empty room - I can see a very beautiful photograph of a room which probably looks very different from when it was inhabited. It's going to look cruddy because it's abandoned - you can't really see what it was like when people were actually there unless you were there at the time.
I think there are a lot of people who like the dramatic, and create these little torture/mistreatment scenarios in their heads, which they have no evidence of from a photo of a room, and that's a disturbing thing in itself!
I'm surprised that no one has noticed how large of an area the fence occupies...does it really make sense to have a tree (which someone stated earlier was probably just a wee little sappling) enclosed in so much space? Pretty odd to me.
re to Lynne:
As i said before you are right. I'm not a ghost hunter and i don't see haunted things on every corner. I'm here cause i love photography and i have a deep respect about the people who lived in those places. I'm italian, but my wife is from NJ and her father died of cancer on 2000 after pain and sufferings and she has been always by his side till the end, she took care of him at home alone, i know what it means. This is just to bring some light on my thoughts. Other than this, i love to enjoy these wonderful pics. :-)
"Fantasy" is one thing. Making assumptions about what happened in these places and then stating them publicly can be a disservice to the people who lived there and to the people who worked there. There is enough that is emotionally charged about having a psychiatric disability without turning it against the people who lived there and their staff. That is a form of abuse in itself, by caricaturizing the people involved and making assumptions without really learning about them.
There's a lot of pain and sadness involved in cancer wards (and a LOT more death), but you don't get the same comments from people with the lookie-loos and few people are chasing around looking for orbs on deserted cancer wards because it's a little more clear that it's bizarre and tasteless and intrusive. If people would turn it around and think about what it would be like to have been on a cancer ward and then years later find out that people are running around where you received treatment, looking for ghosts and making assumptions about "the cruel people who did that God-awful archaic torturous chemotherapy on those poor pitiful wretches" it might make it look a little different. People think it's OK to intrude on the privacy of people who had psychiatric problems but are generally a little more reticent to stare at someone who had an arm amputated or who lost a child in childbirth. It's not quite a double standard, but it's danged close.
There are several ways to look at a picture. Art or reality. Looking at that picture with an art eye i have different feelings than looking just as a reportage on a newspaper. That's the difference. Lynne you are right, but it's beautiful to let ourself go on the wings of fantasy given by a picture. Otherwise it'd better to take a look to a medical enciclopedia, with no emotions or feelings. Of course we also have to know what's fantasy and what's reality :-)
This is not the first time i see an abandoned piano in these places. I wonder why they didn't sell it or better why they didn't give it to someone of the employees, it would have been better than leaving it there to rot... :-(
I think even if that room was colored like a rainbow, with poster and stuff it'd be still sad, it's not the place, but who was in there that makes it sad. Walls, rooms etc. are soaked with the sadness left there by the residents.