As if they were planning to move the furniture out of the hospital, it all sits in the main hallway in the ground floor.
Many of the higher floors were more or less demolished–usually more. These would have been condos had ‘The Arcade’ project come to fruition. Now there are simply wide open floors punctuated only by pillars and meaningless hallways.
These long curved corridors connected the wards. Locked doors on both of their ends were a security and comfort feature. Sounds and people would be sealed in their respective wards, as the hallways would act like beautiful airlocks; they were so long that it was unlikely that doors would be open on both sides at the same time. Portra 160.
One of the many small treasures hiding in the mill…
Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.
A leftover swatch remembers the last fabric sewn here.
Did you leave in a hurry?
The women’s ward had a player piano in it, likely a donation.
Jars like these were used to measure the volume of fluid pumped out of TB patients’ lungs.