I worked at Plymouth County Hospital in the late 70's, early 80's... first as a candy striper, then as a nurse's aid while I was in school. Looking at these pictures give me chills and the weirdest feeling. Working there helped me become who I am today... so many patients suffered there in these ten bed wards with no privacy or dignity. The place still haunts me, although I have not gone back to view it in ruins...

Seeing pictures of the Iron Lung brings back memories I will never forget. At the age of Five, I was stricken with polio. I was confined to an Iron Lung for months. It was horrifying for a child alone. Only seeing parents on weekends. But I thank God I survived and have been able to live a good life, with the aid of braces and crutches and now wheelchairs. Thank God for healthy children, America.

Ah, pilgrim state....I live only a few town's away from it. Went to go sneak in one night...Pitch black, had the car parked up away from the road where the wannbe cop's made they're rounds...I went to open the door and get out, then suddenly I caught these glowing orb's out the side of my view. A bloody raccon! Dang thing came right up to the car and refused to be scared off. Needless to say I decided to leave....Spooky places I can handle....Bloody raccon's with no fear, eh...That is another story. : -(

how could anyone leave a loved one in a place like this

this is horrible