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Jul. 29th, 2008 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogI'm going to write about the past weekend when I have a little downtime. Until then, here are a couple of neat links.
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moiracoon sent me this one about Kirkbride buildings. If you have an image in your mind of a stereotypical, eerie, imposting, even gothic, mental health ward; an asylum straight from the writings of H.P. Lovecraft, you have an image of a Kirkbride building. I've always wanted to see one of these. Maybe a road trip sometime this summer or fall.
And that reminded of something I came upon in a friend of a friend's journal. When the Willard Psychiatric Center closed down in 1995, after it's hundred and twenty-six year run, hundreds of suitcases, trunks, bags, boxes, and other containers that were taken from it's patients were left in the attic of one lonely and emptied building. Here are the stories of just a few of those repositories, and the stories of the lives that their owners lead before finding themselves committed to this home for fractured souls and broken treatments for thirty, forty, fifty years, or even longer.
The information about Willard comes from a book published just this year. I can only guess at how hard a read this will be (just the excerpts nearly move me to tears), but I want a copy.
moiracoon sent me this one about Kirkbride buildings. If you have an image in your mind of a stereotypical, eerie, imposting, even gothic, mental health ward; an asylum straight from the writings of H.P. Lovecraft, you have an image of a Kirkbride building. I've always wanted to see one of these. Maybe a road trip sometime this summer or fall.And that reminded of something I came upon in a friend of a friend's journal. When the Willard Psychiatric Center closed down in 1995, after it's hundred and twenty-six year run, hundreds of suitcases, trunks, bags, boxes, and other containers that were taken from it's patients were left in the attic of one lonely and emptied building. Here are the stories of just a few of those repositories, and the stories of the lives that their owners lead before finding themselves committed to this home for fractured souls and broken treatments for thirty, forty, fifty years, or even longer.
The information about Willard comes from a book published just this year. I can only guess at how hard a read this will be (just the excerpts nearly move me to tears), but I want a copy.
