glendale tuberculosis ward

[hardsethead]

the past few nights have been chock full of adventure...a few nights ago we snuck through fences and ran along treelines to avoid the sights of a police trailer posted between the adult and children wards of the sanatorium. we made it without notice and took crazy pictures inside of the adult ward[about the size of four high schools put together]. we had to wear respirators as to not breathe in all of the asbestos that was falling off everywhere. a few days later after the vexed youth show in baltimore, we ventured out again to the child's ward....as we were climbing the hill across the street, a squad car drove through the grown-in parking lot and shined his spotlight side to side while we stood still...eventually we made it in once more without getting caught. the children's ward had a school on the bottom floor still full of books and two "movie" theatres with the rusted projectors still intact. This building had obviously been abandoned much longer [both were built in the 1800s but the main adult building wasn't abandoned for asbestos until 1982 when it was kept up as a general hospital and rumored as an insane asylum as well] because the ceiling tiles and metal and wall coverings were all killed to shit and powder lying on the floor, and no footprints. all of the graffitti seemed to be in the main building and not the children's dorms, which were quiet and intact--the mattresses had rotted and fallen in, but one set of drawers still had a child's vanity mirror left unbroken and a ratty doll of a koala on the bed. there are still more buildings and we have yet to find the morgue we know still remains...we think it's on the bottom floor of the adult building, but when we were there last it was flooded too much for chris[he was wearing sneakers, not boots] and it was so cold and dark none of us were sure we really wanted to go in just yet. That's probably where it is and I'll update on that later...there's so many pictures it might take me a while to filter through them and decide which ones to use, but I'll get back to you.

...it's kind of ironic there was so much asbestos in the walls of a hospital for those with tuberculosis.