I remember nap. The wood shop teacher was Mr beruby when I was there. We had a song for him "busy as a bee Mr. Beruby" And Jeff Golds____ got the skin pealed off his arm in the printing press.

I also remember the abandon shacks Scott Landry ran through the walls and took a couple down. We used to eat the black berrys that grew in the ditch were we used to play kick ball to the left of the fenced in area.

Does anyone remember the grave yard and all the broken china that was way out back down the trail by the water tower on the hill.

Just a mattress on the floor. I remember these rooms.

Heres a story

http://www.madpride.or...eblerHellandBack.htm

This place is very sad. Ive lived there for several years of my life. back in around late 80s