The Porch

(.....raking in the cookies.....:-) ). OK, now, the round windows just MAKE this :-), especially with their own compass-point stones.....Very nice.

You get cookies when you pry them out of my cold dead hands I tell you!!!! MINE!



Someone should restore these buildings and reuse them as a hospital or rehab type deal.

i'll give you both cookies
if you stop saying cookie =)

this is worse than the soap dispenser
epidemic ha

Can I have a cookie just cuz?

in my minds eye I can see a row of old rocking chairs out here

If were talking cookies I want mine to be warm chocolate chip ones just right out of the oven ok.......there like the best. With the holidays around the corner snickerdoodles too are always welcomed as well.......Nice photo again Motts!!

I think the talk about cookies and the oldest joke about the soap dispenser are becoming inane and redundant. I mean it kind of used to be funny...at one point...now it's ruining reading the comments for these pics. Just my opinion

....oh GEEZ!!! here we go again. Once again, comments CAN be hidden, and, as mentioned, most ARE about the pictures. Including mine. I'd like to tell ya that I'll make an attempt at being very "dry, serious, and "to the point" , not allowing anything that might actually make someone crack a smile (wouldn't want THAT to happen), but in reality, probably not gonna happen.....sorry (said while crossing fingers behind back...;-)). (Hmm. always did like the term "unclench" ;-))

Its so sad that people have let these buildings fall into such a mess.

This place looks like something out of Silent Hill

I'm sure I'll be told I'm reading too much into this, but looking at the soap dispensers and cookies from a sociological perspective, they make up part of the culture of the group. Those "tired old jokes" have helped to create this cyber community and a part of its common history. A new person can feel like a "real" member when they happen upon the origin of the jokes and understand them. In your family, don't you have stories that you tell over and over?

I was going thru some papers of my Dad's and discovered two letters that were written by two of my Dad's co-workers who were at Manteno State Hospital. Both letters were dated Nov 3, 1946 but postmarked a day apart. One of the letters stated that they had been bused to Manteno from the County Hospital. The letters made me wonder about what kind of hospital Manteno was so I started googling and found this site. Gave me some good information along with some fantastic pictures. My dad died at the age of 95 in 2007. He was a well known lithagrapher in Chicago for years before he retired. He was also a wonderful photagrapher and I now own all 27 of his cameras and lenses. I found this site very interesting and it answered many of the questions I had.
Thanks very much and hope you are having or had a safe trip.

Don't know why the green in these shots looks so delicious!
I'd love to have a porch like that.
love those windows-what do they call them?:
Compass point.
There is a bldg. behind me with such a
window;long slender stones.

I have to run my cookies are done.

..he he..."cookies"......there's one for ya, all of you "cookie-haters"......;-)

nvusofmotts have a cookie enjoy, some people will never understand, ignore them they might go away ,hopefully. bring on the soap dispenser comments ,we still do enjoy them. great work Mr. Motts !!

cookies.....soap.....scary places....it's ALL good!!

how beautiful

This is such a great photo. very lively but yet
dead?(I don't think thats the word i'm looking for)

I recently found a diary written by my husband's grandfather from Nov 1938 to Nov 1939. He was a patient at Manteno from Feb 28, 1938 until Nov 17, 1939. He was being treated for malaria and syphilitic-meningo - encephalitis. Once cured of malaria he received over 65 shots to cure the syphillis. In order to be released back into the population he had to test negative 4 times. He was there during the Typhoid Fever epidemic and was ready to be released when he tested positive as a "carrier" of typhoid. For six months no new patients were admitted and very few patients ready for release were allowed off the grounds. After two more months in the Typhoid ward he tested negative for the 4th time but was still required by law to sign legal documents called "Carrier Agreement" before he could go home. He was asked to have an experimental surgery where live malarie cells would be injected into his brian to possibly cure the syphillis. He decided against the surgery and came back home to Nashville, TN and his wife and six children three grown and three still home. I love the pictures but his diary doesn't describe this hospital as a hell on earth. The doctors and nurses were caring people doing the best they could for these patients. Mental illness research was just beginning and he does mention the cold & hot baths as a treatment of unruly patients, and that it seemed to work in most cases.