Stacks of patient record cards; names in the graveyard. All ‘Not Improved’.
In case you were wondering what a day in the life of a patient was like in the later years…
Beautiful doors separated the boiler room and the sugar mill. Can you imagine the gracefully curving steps in a power plant today?
On the top floor of the former casket building is the finishing line for the coating section; on this section the final spray of plastic would hit the wood before a small furnace would seal the plastic permanently to the surface, making it more resilient, I assume.
Each patient had a card of record that reported major events. Births, changes in diagnosis, and for some, death.
Looking from the main shop into the boiler shop, one of three attached buildings that specialized in certain repairs. One thing that architectural photographers have to work with is an elongated “magic hour” with ideal shadowing and coloring–this photo is a result of that lighting.
The organ and bits of glass that have lost their way. Try not to see the upside-down wooden cross dangling from the stained-glass-crown on the church’s front side. Of course, it’s to keep the loose panes from falling out onto the road in wind, but at the same time…
Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.
A vintage X-Ray machine in the oldest section of the hospital.