Showing posts with label West Virginia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label West Virginia. Show all posts

Sunday, August 19, 2018

TALA - Writing Challenge, Day 7

First of all, if you haven't been to the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum (the old Weston State Hospital for locals), you really should catch one of the tours.  If you don't know what I'm talking about?  Allow me to enlighten you a bit.

From the TALA website:

"This West Virginia facility served as a sanctuary for the mentally ill beginning in the mid-1800's. This 160 year old asylum holds fascinating stories of Civil War raids, a gold robbery, the "curative" effects of architecture, and the efforts of determined individuals to help better the lives of the mentally ill. Tour this nationally recognized historic landmark and see how it left a lasting impression on local and national history."

The first time I toured the old asylum was back in 2008 or 2009.  My grandpa, uncle, now ex-boyfriend, and I were travelling back to Philippi from the Jackson's Mill Jubilee and decided to stop.  I don't remember which tour we took that particular day (now you can do different sized tours for different parts of the building/grounds), but I do remember being in absolute awe of the hugeness of the building and sad about the things that took place there and also about the condition the building had deteriorated to after being abandoned for around 15 years.  I returned three more times in the next few years after that, once with a youth group, once with my cousin, and another time for a ghost hunt at night with my family.  Since then, I hadn't been back until Darryl and I went on July 18th of this year.


Construction on the building began in 1858 through 1881.  It was originally built to house 250 people, but at its peak capacity, it held over 2,000 (2,400 according to Wikipedia).   It closed in 1994 and until it closed was one of two remaining mental institutions during deinstitutionalization.

Pretty much, you could be dropped off and checked in for just about any reason, and once you were there, you couldn't check yourself out.  If a family member wanted rid of you, they could drop you off, and you were stuck unless they came back to get you.  That happened more often than it should have (and yes, it did happen - not only do the staff running the tours today fully recognize it, but I actually know someone whose husband at the time dropped her off there.  I'm not clear on whether it was he or someone else from her family who went back to get her, but it happened.  And she is most definitely not mentally ill.)

Reasons accumulated from old patient records for why people were admitted.  One of them is actually "menstrual deranged"....so basically, if you were PMSing and your significant other or family couldn't understand your behavior....you could be admitted and not let out until/if they returned for you...



But there were tons of people there who really did need to be there.  Many of them actually enjoyed their time there.  Those people were well taken care of and accepted when they lived there.  They didn't know that anywhere else.  Many of them had families who did not want or accept them.  The hospital was their home.  When deinstitutionalization happened, all of these people were released - back to families who didn't want them, didn't know how to take care of them, or both.  Many of them ended up homeless, even if they did start out by being sent back to their families.

When it closed down, it seriously hurt Weston.  The hospital was the area's largest employer, and the town has still never fully recovered from the loss.



It's very likely that Sue Parker was actually my first tour guide when I went with my family in 2008.  I mentioned to our guide last month that my first tour guide had been a nurse there when the hospital was shut down in 1994, and he was pretty sure that Sue was who I was talking about.  She was lovely, and it was especially interesting hearing her take on things since she had actually worked there for an extended period of time before it closed.

Thomas Kirkbride designed the main building, known as the Kirkbride Building.  He believed that the mentally ill shouldn't feel as though they were imprisoned.  He thought they should have plenty of sunlight, plenty of fresh air, and room to have social interaction.  There are larger areas in each ward that were once set up as activity areas for the patients.  Lots of windows are spread out across the building.  The activity areas are surrounded by them, and there are windows in each room.  There are bars in the windows, but they are designed in such a way that if you're standing directly in front of the window, you can't see the bars because they line up exactly with the edges of the window panes.  Each bedroom door had a vent over top that could be opened, so that whether the doors were opened or closed, when the windows were opened, fresh air could flow freely through the rooms, across the halls, and out through the other side of the building, allowing a breeze to continuously blow.  None of the bedroom doors are directly across the hall from each other.  Instead, they're staggered, so that when they were open during the day, sunlight could stream through and naturally brighten up the halls.  The walls were painted light, happy colors.  The first ward you tour in the hospital has been restored so that the walls are the same color they once were - a pretty yellow.  The ceilings and trim are all white.  I was so shocked by the change from the last time I'd been there that I was too busy staring at everything to take a picture, but I found one someone else has taken here if you want to check it out.  This would have been the first ward you tour, which was the non-violent men's area of the hospital.)

The building was designed so that the less affected patients were on the first floor.  They were allowed time out on the grounds.  The building has an absolutely massive front lawn that runs the length of the building, which is a quarter of a mile long.  The town of Weston held many events there even when the hospital was functioning, and they continue to today.  These patients were also sometimes functional enough in society that they could hold jobs in town.  So those who did were allowed to go work at their job and then come back to the hospital when they were done.


Bedrooms for the staff who didn't live there full time were on the fourth floor of the building.

The ballroom, as viewed from above.  Lot of events were held by the town in this area - school dances, movie nights, etc...

View of one side of the ballroom from the stage.

No one in the entire building was closed into their rooms.  They were kept within their specific wards, but they were allowed to roam within them.  This also applied to the violent women and men's wards.  I would not have wanted to be a nurse assigned to the violent wards in those days.  We were told on our tour that the nurses were never allowed to enter one of these wards alone - they had to have another nurse with them, who would walk back-to-back with them so they could see any direction if someone was coming after them.





These violent patient wards were where it seems the most appalling things happened.  Treatments were still being explored at the time, and it was usually patients like these on which what we would now consider pretty sketchy treatments were performed.  Medical treatments/surgeries aside, they had seclusion and physical restraint.  If you go on a tour, you'll likely hear a story passed down from a nurse who worked there who actually broke HIPPA because of something horrific she witnessed regarding a patient who had been in physical restraints for so much longer than should have been acceptable...she reported the treatment in an attempt to help the patient.




Thorazine played a large role in how the nurses were able to keep control of so many patients at once.  It was discovered that it could be used to sedate those patients that were usually a handful - they just didn't have the time to dedicate to them with so many patients in comparison to the nurses on staff, so a lot of times, they would dose the worst patients with thorazine in the morning to calm them down while they were trying to tend to everyone...

There was a building that housed the criminally insane, separate from the main building.  There is a building to the left as you enter the front lawn; this is the tuberculosis building.  They had their own medical center behind the Kirkbride building because the regular hospital in Weston was afraid of their patients, so they had to build their own to care for them when they became physically ill.  That was also where they did things such as lobotomies and electroshock therapy, among other treatments that were being explored at the time.


Photos of inside the medical building, 2018.  This building has a horrible mold infestation, and is in pretty bad shape, so all you have access to is the first floor hallway...

 2018 Photos: On the left, the criminally insane building.  On the right, you can see the medical center on the right of the sidewalk and the rear of the Civil War section of the Kirkbride Building on the left of the sidewalk.


They built two geriatric building to house their elderly, and they had their own farm to grow/raise most of their own food.  And they had a cemetery on the grounds that is still there today, but the graves have long since lost their markers, so no one truly knows who is there or where they are within the field.



Joe Jordan, the man who bought the hospital in 2007, after it had sat vacant for 14 years, does not make profit on this building.  I saw a comment in their website's guest book that alluded to such and said some nasty stuff about the people who run the tours and such because of it.  Everything made off of the tours and merchandise sales goes back into restoring the building.

I can clearly see that this is true, based upon my first visits after it was opened to the public, compared to when Darryl and I went for a tour this year.  They're working on it ward by ward, and it's a slow process because the place is so huge and was in such sad disrepair when they acquired it.  But they are working on restoring the structure itself and on furnishing it in such a way to showcase what it was like at a time during which it worked the way it should have (obviously not during the overcrowding).  Mr. Jordan's daughter, who I have met, travels to auctions, estate sales, etc. and buys furniture to furnish the staff apartments, offices, dining areas, etc. (so far).  It was truly amazing to walk through and see the changes that have been done.  When I first went, paint was peeling off the walls, things were broken and had fallen into just general disrepair from being left alone for so long.  There was no furniture like there are in these pictures.  It truly was sad...interesting, but very sad.

One of the original dining rooms, before the large dining area was built behind the Kirkbride building





Now when you tour, there are parts of the asylum that have been fixed up that are truly like taking a step back into the past.  The history behind this place is immense and something that no one should forget.  You can't erase what happened.  It was a place that tried to do right by these people...though mental illness was still very much being learned about and in some ways very misunderstood.  But for all the bad stories you'll learn, you'll learn about just as many people and situations that were positive.

My pictures shown throughout this post really don't do it all justice.  I got some decent ones, but overall I was trying to pay more attention to the stories our guide was relaying than to getting all the pictures I could have been getting.  If you're interested in learning more about a huge part of local medical history...go for a tour.  The proceeds from your ticket go back into restoring the building, and all things considered, the ticket prices don't seem that bad.  We did the 4 floor + 1st floor of the medical center tour, and it was about $30 each.  There are many different tours available though, that explore different areas of the grounds.  You can take a look here.f

I'll leave you with a few more photos.  I hope you found this interesting and that maybe you'll be prompted to go for a visit yourself - I feel like I learn something new every time I've gone.

A pharmacy

Another cabinet within the pharmacy...

A doctor's office

A doctor's office


I can't remember which were for nurses and which were for doctors and their families, but these are some of the staff living quarters.

Staff living quarters

Staff living quarters

Entering one of the staff apartments

Staff apartment on the fourth floor

Staff apartment on the fourth floor

Staff apartment on the fourth floor

Restored window in staff quarters on the fourth floor.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

A Fun Weekend with Friends and Outdoors

Seneca Rocks

So, this weekend, I hung out with one of my oldest friends for the entirety of Friday night-Sunday evening.  It was great to get out and do some stuff.

Friday night saw us just chilling out, watching Greek (my new favorite old show that I just watched all of on Netflix and am now going through withdrawal over), and talking.



Stuart's Park



Saturday morning, she went to work for a few hours while I slept in a little and then got up and did some proofreading.  I had finished what amounted to almost an entire self-help book by the time she returned and started working on another one that was due that afternoon.  She had noticed that there were some street sales going on on Third Street, namely the local book store, so we headed a couple blocks over for lunch at a little cafe that I had never been to (their chicken quesadillas were amazing) and then book shopping.  This was when I had my little book splurge.




I bought a book on how to grow medicinal herbs and plants (don't let your mind run away with you here) and their healing and medicinal properties.  I've always liked the idea of using essential oils for medicinal purposes, and in all the hype that sometimes surrounds that, it's forgotten that the actual plants that those oils come from can have an even bigger effect.  It's something I've been wanting to learn more about for a while now, something that really started niggling at me last summer when we thought Orion had a tendon problem again (which thankfully just ended up being a really bad abscess that hadn't made it's appearance to the naked eye yet).  When we thought his legs were having troubles again and couldn't immediately get a hold of a vet (one was out of town and one just wasn't answering), my old BO suggested making a tea with comfrey leaves and soaking and wrapping his legs with it.  She happened to have some growing in her garden, and it made me think about starting a little herb garden myself for things like that (not to mention for cooking).




I bought the book Vampire Academy, which just came out as a movie.  I haven't seen it, and I don't really know what kind of reviews it had.  I do usually like vampire books though, and this one seemed to have a different kind of spin than others I have read.  I usually like books better than movies anyway, so I figured why not?  It was on sale.




Then I bought Dances With Dragons, the fifth book in George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire series a.k.a. Game of Thrones for those who aren't fanatics about it like I and a lot of other people are.  I finished the fourth book, A Feast for Crows, about six months ago or something like that.  I've been itching to read the fifth one because with the way the fourth and fifth books are written, a lot of my favorite characters didn't make appearances in the fourth book, but they will be in the fifth one.  I've been contemplating buying it on my Kindle so that I instantly have it at my fingertips, but since I have all of the ones before it in paperback, I made myself wait.  I had other books and other things to keep me occupied in the meantime.

Then, we later went to Walmart, where I bought Deliver Us From Evil, which I discussed in my last post.


I've been told I could be part vampire. I'm glow-in-the-dark white, and I burn in sunlight.
After our book spree, we went back to her house, where I finished editing my second gig of the day while she accomplished some stuff off her to do list in the backyard and around the house.  After that was when we went to Walmart to buy groceries for making dinner that night and lunch or dinner the next day.  We spent two hours in that store, and only maybe thirty minutes of that was grocery shopping.  The rest was spent looking at books and movies and music.  We are nerds.



I made my famous (among friends at least) chicken alfredo for dinner, and we had a nice bottle of West Virginia white wine with it.  Then we built a campfire in the fire pit in her back yard and sat around it talking and laughing at stupid stuff and drinking Smirnoffs before finally going back inside to watch Game of Thrones after the fire burned down.




Sunday we woke up super late, since we had stayed up super late watching GoT.  We both dragged our feet and procrastinated getting ready for the day.  I flopped around like a damn fish trying to get off of my makeshift bed on the floor, since I was one arm short of being able to make myself roll over/sit up/do anything at all helpful for myself, before finally somehow getting up (this wouldn't have been anywhere near as dumb or difficult if I hadn't slid down to lie on my back in my sleep - I've been having to sleep sitting up on a ton of pillows to be comfortable and also be able to easily get out of bed in the morning).

After getting ready, we went to her family reunion at Stuart's Park with her sister's family.  I felt slightly awkward at first - but she wanted me to go because she doesn't usually go to this reunion and she felt awkward.  I said yes because a)it was more friend time that I wouldn't be getting much of once I go back to Philippi to work and b)it was at Stuart's Park, which meant the opportunity to hang out at the river.  And we did hang out at the river, which is where all of these lovely pictures came from.  Usually I would be the first one in the water, but with the whole broken bone thing, I didn't think that was a good idea because while usually somewhat graceful in rock hopping across the river, I'm also usually the first one to slip and fall in the water, as has been proven multiple times over the years.  Not exactly conducive to healing a bone, so I had to be content with rock hopping on the shore and finding a good spot to sit at the water's edge and just soak my feet in the river.  Not as fun as the alternative, but it was still a pretty good day.


Best friend's brother-in-law and nephew.

After we left the reunion much later than anticipated, we went back to her house where she made tacos and rice, and we watched more GoT before I had to go home.

All in all, it was a great weekend and has inspired me to do many more outdoor things.  I'm starting a bucket list of things I want to do before summer's end, which includes but is not limited to: hiking the trails behind my new barn, going to Spruce Knob, and hiking to the top of Seneca Rocks.  Also, the second my bone is healed enough for me to drive, I'm getting my license so I can more easily do these things, as well as go everywhere else. lol  My car just needs a little more work, and it will be ready to take me wherever I want to go. :)


But seriously, is this kid not the cutest?

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