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I was taking a few photos of 19th century maps today to help a colleague. Ordnance survey maps of Cork from 1869. They need conservation work and delicate handling, but we needed some images for various reasons to do with the conservation. I've blipped a detail from a map depicting a building which was very near where I was taking the photos today. Our Lady's Hospital or as it was known for generations in Cork, The Mad House. It was a forbidding place of red Victorian brick. A gargantuan space to take the weak, the social outcasts, the unloved, the incurably embittered and the dispirited.
I visited it once when it was still open almost forty years ago. Had a notion of working as a psychiatric nurse. The staff were doing their best but it was awful. I never did head in that career direction afterwards. Even as little ago as the 1940s Ireland led the world in locking people up in these places, 20,000 in the 40s and 50s, more than the Soviet Union. I knew one man in one of these, sent in by his family , stayed there the rest of his life, over 40 years. He was just a little different and didn't want to run a farm he'd inherited. The family got the farm.
I took a picture of Our Lady's as is it today too. There is another almost identical building to its left which has been converted a while back into very expensive apartments. I don't know how you'd live there and not feel haunted.