This building was at one time the building were a lot of the employees working at the hospital had rooms I know becouse I had a room on the 3rd floor I worked as a cook in the main section of the haspital and at that time we had a lot of Irish employees from the old country and we got a room for $15.00 a month I worked there till 1961 when I got drafted in the service.

The grounds are now a parking lot. How sad. The original setting was beautiful and my grandmother, Lillian Reinholdt, who was the head administrator for the nurses loved it. She lived in this housing area while working there, and then for roughly 20 years following its closure.

This building is not in use any longer but it is called the Hale Building its on the Worcester State hospital grounds.

A friend forwarded the Email to me with all these fabulous listings of my old home town. I've been living on the Cape for 17 years but spent over 60 years as a professional photographer in Worcester photographing thousands of people and places over those years. I have a few pictures that I took after the Worcester Tornado and will be glad to forward some to you. Give me a couple of days to find the time to do it. Sid Plotkin

Student nurses from all over the state used to affiliate at Worcester state for their psych stuff for a few months. Had great fun dating them. One I'll never forget. Myself and my best buddy took a couple of students out to his parents farm in Sturbidge. In the course of the evening, I was mixing the drinks and my date told me to load up her girlfriend's drink. Awhile later my buddy was mixing the drinks and his date told him to do likewise. Very soon we had two pretty drunk dates and decided to have some fun. One thing my buddy's mother used to do is dry out the garbage in the oven so it could more easily burned later. There was that nite an enormous cookie sheet in the oven containing used eggshells, coffee grounds and other asorted garbage. We told the girls we were hungry and asked if they would cook up the food my buddy's mother had left in the oven. They stumbled into the kitchen and as we listened in the background, we heard them discuss what they thought when they opened the oven and saw our "gourmet" meal. " Jesus!! look at what these guys are going to eat." They cooked up our meal and after we had it set in front of us we pretended to eat the stuff but really just dumping it under the table. By this time they were so drunk they could hardly stand up and we decided we had better get them back to the hospital. By the time we pulled up in front of the nurses home they were both passed out in the car. We got them awake barely and half carried them up the stairs to the enormous oak front door. Fearing the wrath of the housemother we propped both girls againt the door, rang the bell and quickily retreated to the shadows. A very large matronly looking lady opened the door and shrieked as the two girls collapsed in heaps at her feet. Often wondered how those girls made out those forty odd years ago.

Red brick building was at Memorial Hospital on Belmont street. Gray stone building was part of Worcester State Hospital aka: Worcester Lunatic Asylum and the Bloomingdale Asylum, overlooking Lake Quinsigamond.