This hospital opened in 1930 in the middle of the depression, and just last year, closed its doors.
The entrance doorway is spectacular: the brick, stone, wood, glass and brass.
The lamp lights are sturdy and majestic flanking either side of the doors.
There were many religious artifacts housed within the hospital:
And areas with ceilings worthy of being in a museum:
Sacred art was on the walls:
When my dad was a patient there, I’d take him on walks to enjoy the beauty outside his room.
Though he couldn’t go outside, we’d sit and enjoy the beautiful views and the sunshine through the 18 panel entrance doors.
I was in a local business this week that had a petite vase of marigolds on the reception counter and they made me think of my dad. Dad planted marigolds for me at the end of each row in his garden. It’s wonderful, and lovely, that a flower can transport my thoughts back to my childhood and a beautiful memory of my dad. I am so thankful for his time here. I am thankful that I will see him again.
Looking up. Looking forward. Moving onward.
Have a wonder filled weekend, friends! There is beauty all around us and good memories to cheer us.
