1,656 Comments for Northam Manor Psychiatric Hospital

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It's not an Underwood typewriter on the right, unless it's a more recent model, because a Google image search for "Underwood typewriter" doesn't return any that resemble the one in the picture. Unlike the Remington, the name is not clearly visible.

As for the five keys at the top, I asked my mother what they could be, as she used to use typewriters back in the day, and she said they were probably a decimal mark, then the numbers 1, 10, 100, and 1,000.
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BKW — I don't think Motts "sets up" shots, or at least I've never seen him say that he does. I think he just photographs things and scenes as he finds them. The doors might have already been like that when Motts was there.
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Occasionally, a light bulb will last a surprising amount of time when not being turned off/on all the time. It's pretty creepy when there is just the random light still on.
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......and "Grooming No. 3" is just such a cool name for a barbershop.
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They renovate this building and yet demolish so many other buildings that are far more attractive.
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Oh my, that bright red just before entering shock therapy treatment. How awful.
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I like this angle. Makes me think that those going to the E C T Area may have felt a bit unbalanced as well.
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I would throw away my shoes after walking in this building.
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I learned how to type on an Underwood. But I forget what those 4 top keys were for.
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With such a conclusion, I wonder how the elderly patients were treated in this hospital.
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Lol. In my real life, I mention soap dispensers, and no one gets it., glad to see they are going strong here.
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Mold isn't very hard to kill on hard surfaces. They key is to find and stop the source of moisture it lives off of.
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The item to the left of the compartment doors looks to be a ceramic porcelain coated hook for hanging stuff.
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Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away...

When I came home last night at three,
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall,
I couldn't see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don't you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door...

Last night I saw upon the stair,
A little man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away...
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two sided tape, used to hold up signage