Translation, anyone?

Happy Valentine's Day, Motts - I know it was a great gift for me, and likely also for the numerous lurkers who have seen but not posted. ;)

Ew. I have a serious problem with heights, so being anywhere near that - even photographically! - is .. scary, for me.

Oooh. Totally a chateau. We're going skiing after this, right? :D

Perhaps a temporary restraint room for a single violent patient?

Ew. Pegboard is far more accurate from this distance. Yuck yuck yuck. It'd be enough to make you more crazy!

Totally sepia.

Guess the room thought it would give you the tone so you didn't have to do it yourself. :D

Similar stairwells to my junior high school. Only it had identical stairwells at a right angle that connected together on a small .. Uh .. Pregnancy has addled my brain and I forget the word I was looking for.
But you get the point. :D

Those seats look SO uncomfortable ..

XD The tile reminds me of either an old sanitarium or a gym in an older school. And I totally agree with the "ugly" part, Kristiara - that stuff is HORRIBLE!

Always thought wind tunnels were creepy. They just look like they're ready to suck you in ...

Two horses in the back: "Yeah, just kickin' it, hanging out, bein' horses, yeah.."
Horse in front: "YES GIVE MORE CAFFEINE KTHXBYE."
Obviously the horse in the foreground has gotten into something. XD

Not only uncomfortable, but likely unsafe. :P

I think that's hilarious!
"Matt Bones puts the FUN into Funerals"
That cracks me up. XD

Andy - You provided some beautiful pictures, but one of the exterior ones you linked to shows a first-story room that has windows segmented in the same way this one is. Also, judging from the interior pictures of the operating room that were provided, the layout of the lower half of the wall and the radiators is similar, but they do not exactly match the earlier pictures of the operating room (and I assume that since the original radiators are still in place, there were no huge changes made in this room). Finally, take into account the fact that the trees outside the window, while admittedly not clearly visible, seem to be quite tall from this perspective ... And I'm willing to bet that Motts was actually in the first-story room shown just below the operating room.

Check out the exterior shot that Andy provided to see how the windows compare.

http://www.bilder-hoch...s/41rl-y-jpg-nb.html

It would have been incredibly difficult - if not far too expensive - to put in new crank-open windows where the old single-panel windows had been; never mind the amount you would pay to have them constructed and installed in the first place. Since there are crank windows, my guess is that this was some sort of day room - or, perhaps, a waiting room for any present family (you never know!) for patients in the operating room on the floor above.

I must wonder, now: Motts, were you on the first or second story for this picture? That would certainly erase all doubt.

Yellow makes people happier.

One of the pioneer psychologists that studied the effects of color on the mind was Dr. Wendell Garner, who conducted experiments well back during WWII and spent some time on the staff of Yale, I believe.

He was my grandfather-in-law and passed away earlier this month (September). He will be missed.

We had those EXACT SAME clocks in one of my middle schools and in my junior high school in Illinois. That is funny.

Beautiful doors, absolutely gorgeous. A pity they were taken, since it was probably done by a private collector (or a total jerk) and I doubt they'll be seen again.

Horrible that such beautiful architecture is left to crumble. People have such little respect for the past when there is supposedly more money to be made in the future...

I wish I had been old enough to appreciate the city's original brick hospital, St. Mary's, before the brick structure was torn down to put in a basketball court. I now live across the street from where that old building stood, and I have little to no information about it. I believe it was opened in 1861, served through the Civil War, and was state-of-the-art until additions were built behind and around it in the 50s and 60s. In the 70s, a new hospital - Blessing - was constructed just a few blocks west, also on the main road, and by the 80s they were the leading hospital in the area with a large bed count and many talented doctors and nurses there. In the early to mid 90s, Blessing bought out the then-emptied St. Mary's building, tore down one of the two original brick structures (the other, assumedly a small laundry or power facility with an awesome smokestack, is still standing and I can see it out of my bedroom window), and emptied out the St. Mary's building. The 50s building is now used mostly for outpatient treatment, a few offices, the hospital employee's apparel shop, and on the top floor there is the psychiatric ward (lovingly called 6th floor) so that they could keep their psychiatric patients in a separate building from their other paying patients in the Blessing building. I believe that most of the floors are now abandoned, and my husband has not-so-fond memories of going up alone to clean a couple of the floors. He said it was creepy being alone up there, and the colors and architecture was most obviously from the 50s or so.

If that fridge (or ice-box) truly is from the 60s - 70s, I'm impressed. My mom's fridge is a mostly-functioning one from the 70s with the freezer on top. It's an awful reddish-orange (almost rust) color, is maybe 5'9" tall (about my height), and while the icemaker doesn't work as well as it used to and the water dispenser in the fridge no longer works at all, it's still functioning. I doubt, however, that it would be sold as an antique. Past the obviously horrible color, my mother's fridge looks NOTHING like this one - granted, this would have been medical-grade, unlike Mom's.

My husband had to have a TB test both when he started working at a nursing home, and then when he started working at the local hospital. Luckily he never had a positive reaction to the stuff!

This person, it seems, was lucky too - I bet they sighed in relief.

I, too, am amused by the constant assumption that belts are always bad things and the mark of a bad hospital. Obviously Lynne has not seen this conversation. :P

A gorgeous find and undoubtedly worth something to someone, once it was cleaned up, polished, and had a bit of work done to remove the rust. I'm jealous.

And when that building is razed or renovated, you can be sure that you know exactly what will be overlooked...

KARA SUNSHINE! Should you by ANY chance see this again, I too am from Quincy, IL! Please, if you get the chance, email me at kayleighstratton [at] gmail [dot] com.

A testament to the staying powers of Styrofoam, and how inherently evil it is. Worse to think that they would have incinerated these cups to dispose of them, as opposed to throwing them away - as if their presence here isn't bad enough! To think, all the things we've learned since then ...