Okay, full disclosure. Morgan Freeman was not there when I toured the prison. I wish Morgan Freeman had been there, as I adore the man, but alas our only companions were two couples who arrived on motorcycles. Morgan Freeman did, however, film a movie there and I consider that close enough to meeting him. (I also think one pound lost is close enough to twenty pounds for me to earn a reward.)
I've loved the movie The Shawshank Redemption (and Stephen King's Rita Hayworth and the Shawkshank Redemption, upon which it is based) for many years and I knew it had been filmed in part at the Mansfield Reformatory. There are many scenes with the imposing structure in the background, such as the bus arriving with the new inmates and Andy having a conversation with Red against one of the walls. What completely shocked me when we started the tour was that a fair amount of the movie was also filmed inside the prison. Granted, this was nearly twenty years ago, but how they managed to shoot in a place so run down and decayed and have it look fresh is incredible. For those not familiar with the movie, get it from Netflix ASAP. It's awesome!
For those who have seen the movie, you will of course remember good old Warden Norton. This room, in real life the bedroom of the assistant warden, was used as Warden Norton's office. You'll notice the lane leading up to the building, visible from the window, just as it was in the movie before... (Nope, no spoilers here. Nope, nope.)
Andy had a desk and work space just outside the warden's office and those scenes were filmed just outside the room above. (Foghorn wasn't thrilled with the tour, more because she feared ghosts than anything.)
There were several scenes of Red appearing before the parole board and those were shot in this room.
This cavernous space was the prison cafeteria in the film.
Most surprising to me was that the room at the boarding house used by Brooks (and later by Red) was actually shot here. I had assumed all these scenes were shot on sound stage sets.
Andy first has contact with the evil Bogs while standing in this shower. Do I detect orbs in this photo? If I were a ghost I'd pick some place more pleasant to haunt. Hate to think what went on in those showers.
It's obvious that my photographic skills are limited, to say the least. I found a really great blog post online at Queen City Discovery and she has beautiful photos of the place, as well as a few shots showing the actual reformatory versus the scene in the movie. Highly recommend it and you can find it here.
What ghostly adventure will I take you on next week? Hmmmm...I'll give you a couple hints: Johanna, Walling, and "The Anniversary Waltz." If you have a guess, leave it in the comments.
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Thursday, October 18, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
FAVORITE HAUNTED PLACES - MANSFIELD REFORMATORY
As an experienced paranormal investigator (tongue firmly planted in cheek), I can't resist seeking out supposedly haunted locations, especially when vacationing. On our way back from Niagara Falls this year, we just had to stop in Mansfield, Ohio and check out the Ohio State Reformatory, also known as the Mansfield Reformatory. It has been the subject of numerous ghost themed shows, such as SyFy's Ghost Hunters, as well as a popular destination for paranormal adventurers across the country.
One look at the building and you just figure it's a place that has to be haunted. Actually, the grand style of architecture was intentional. When the prison was begun in 1886, the guys in charge thought that the building itself would inspire the inmates to change their evil ways and experience a rebirth during their incarceration. It operated as a working prison until 1990 and over 150,000 men were housed there over its lifetime. The place is huge, over 250,000 square feet, and looks like a joint the Addams family would find very homey.
The Inmates and I arrived with our ghost meter (which has never turned red, indicating "danger" or a ghostly presence, except when it's near an electrical outlet or appliance). I had also purchased a couple apps I read about, strangely enough, in Forbes Magazine. The Professor had one called Ghost Radar, which I don't think he ever used. The one on my iPhone was Ghost Hunter M2 and features a sensor sweep, EMF gauge, and, my favorite, EVP analyzer. The latter shows a screen of letters scrolling and occasionally certain ones turn green or yellow or red and finally, presumably at the urging of a ghostly force, a word will emerge. (As I was taking the screen shot of the EVP analyzer, a ghostly presence gave me the word "charge", which I think means I'm supposed to buy a new purse. Just sayin' it's best not to piss off the supernatural.) I'll give my little disclaimer that I'm a skeptical paranormal enthusiast. I do believe there's stuff out there that I can't explain. I don't believe everything I see and hear on the ghost chasing shows. Similarly I don't necessarily believe my little $1.99 app is really my telephone to the spiritual word. Then again, some strange things have happened with that app...
The tour through the reformatory is self-guided and begins in the living quarters and offices of the prison staff. The place is full of peeling paint and crumbling plaster, but if you're able to ignore the purpose of the building and imagine it restored to full beauty, the architecture is really something to see. From there we went into the heart of the prison, the cell blocks, and that's when things got spooky.
First of all, the place is old and crumbling, so the metal alone has an eery appearance, kind of like underwater images of the decaying Titanic. Then there's the vibes, real or imagined, from all the negative energy emitted by all the negative humans who inhabited the place at various times. I strolled around with my EMF gauge, which generally stayed around the 3 to 4 level. I wandered into a small corner just as you enter the actual row of cells and the meter spiked to between 25 and 30. I'd saunter away, it would go down. I'd saunter back, it would spike. No, I wasn't standing next to a dangling electrical cord.
As I moved into some of the actual cells, I changed over to the EVP analyzer. I've done this at home and I might get three or four words in a ten minute period. Here, I got a new word every minute or so. I should have made notes, but they were coming so fast and furious I'd have never kept up. I do specifically remember that the first word was "leave," which freaked me slightly, although it could also have been the prisoner expressing his own desire. At another point I got the word "devil" and the name "Davis." Later I got "stake" and "cemetery" in close succession and wondered if I was standing where someone had been shanked. Other words that popped up included "help," "peace," and "Alice."
More interesting than the readings on my ghost meter and the feelings I got in the back of my neck were the orbs in the photos, obviously not noticed until we returned home and pulled them up on the computer. I will admit the place was terribly dirty, so dust particles were not an impossibility. However, we found this photo of The Professor particularly interesting, with the orb floating right in front of his face and the other above his head:
We also liked this one of "the alley" showing numerous orbs. My sister converted it to a black and white negative, which shows the little circles more clearly. Incidentally, my sister took a picture about ten minutes earlier of the same area and it showed absolutely nothing.
More information about the Mansfield Reformatory can be found on their website here. Additional photos can be found through my Flickr account here. And did I mention that the movie The Shawshank Redemption was filmed there? More on that later...
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One look at the building and you just figure it's a place that has to be haunted. Actually, the grand style of architecture was intentional. When the prison was begun in 1886, the guys in charge thought that the building itself would inspire the inmates to change their evil ways and experience a rebirth during their incarceration. It operated as a working prison until 1990 and over 150,000 men were housed there over its lifetime. The place is huge, over 250,000 square feet, and looks like a joint the Addams family would find very homey.
The Inmates and I arrived with our ghost meter (which has never turned red, indicating "danger" or a ghostly presence, except when it's near an electrical outlet or appliance). I had also purchased a couple apps I read about, strangely enough, in Forbes Magazine. The Professor had one called Ghost Radar, which I don't think he ever used. The one on my iPhone was Ghost Hunter M2 and features a sensor sweep, EMF gauge, and, my favorite, EVP analyzer. The latter shows a screen of letters scrolling and occasionally certain ones turn green or yellow or red and finally, presumably at the urging of a ghostly force, a word will emerge. (As I was taking the screen shot of the EVP analyzer, a ghostly presence gave me the word "charge", which I think means I'm supposed to buy a new purse. Just sayin' it's best not to piss off the supernatural.) I'll give my little disclaimer that I'm a skeptical paranormal enthusiast. I do believe there's stuff out there that I can't explain. I don't believe everything I see and hear on the ghost chasing shows. Similarly I don't necessarily believe my little $1.99 app is really my telephone to the spiritual word. Then again, some strange things have happened with that app...
The tour through the reformatory is self-guided and begins in the living quarters and offices of the prison staff. The place is full of peeling paint and crumbling plaster, but if you're able to ignore the purpose of the building and imagine it restored to full beauty, the architecture is really something to see. From there we went into the heart of the prison, the cell blocks, and that's when things got spooky.
The ghosts were really hyper in this spot. |
As I moved into some of the actual cells, I changed over to the EVP analyzer. I've done this at home and I might get three or four words in a ten minute period. Here, I got a new word every minute or so. I should have made notes, but they were coming so fast and furious I'd have never kept up. I do specifically remember that the first word was "leave," which freaked me slightly, although it could also have been the prisoner expressing his own desire. At another point I got the word "devil" and the name "Davis." Later I got "stake" and "cemetery" in close succession and wondered if I was standing where someone had been shanked. Other words that popped up included "help," "peace," and "Alice."
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I hope this doesn't mean there's a flooded laundry room in my future... |
More interesting than the readings on my ghost meter and the feelings I got in the back of my neck were the orbs in the photos, obviously not noticed until we returned home and pulled them up on the computer. I will admit the place was terribly dirty, so dust particles were not an impossibility. However, we found this photo of The Professor particularly interesting, with the orb floating right in front of his face and the other above his head:
We also liked this one of "the alley" showing numerous orbs. My sister converted it to a black and white negative, which shows the little circles more clearly. Incidentally, my sister took a picture about ten minutes earlier of the same area and it showed absolutely nothing.
More information about the Mansfield Reformatory can be found on their website here. Additional photos can be found through my Flickr account here. And did I mention that the movie The Shawshank Redemption was filmed there? More on that later...
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* The Crytozoologist
* Things to Do in Cincinnati - Spring Grove Cemetery
Sunday, October 14, 2012
WHEN HOUSE MARRIED WILSON
It's not news to anyone who knows me or reads this blog that I'm obsessed with House, M.D. starring Hugh Laurie, the man I'm going to marry next time the great British actor. Months ago I got my husband into the show and we've been slowly making our way through the seasons, an episode or two a day. (We're almost done with the second to last season and whenever he pisses me off about anything I threaten to tell him what happens in the last episode.) As soon as I started watching the series I saw eery similarities between the House/Wilson relationship and that of my own marital one.
As House's best friend, Wilson is the one who looks after his interests, tries to protect him from his own destructive habits, catches him when he falls. In return, House makes fun of him, pulls pranks, and generally abuses him on a daily basis. And each time, Wilson comes back for more. "Would never happen in real life!", critics might scream. Well...
After The Vulcan had his heart surgery, he bristled against my nursing style and compared me to Kathy Bates in Misery -- and then found his bathroom and bedroom plastered with photos of the knife-wielding caretaker.
He had the nerve to insult me in some fashion and then discovered a picture of himself hanging on the refrigerator with a plastic knife piercing the crotch and a line from my favorite Chicago song written across the bottom ("he had it comin', he had it comin', he only had himself to blame").
He hovers over the kitchen counter when making PB&J sandwiches, like a dog protecting a bone, because if he lets his attention slip for half a second I smash my hand down on the bread.
When The Vulcan got his vasectomy during the holiday season, I serenaded him with "All I Want for Christmas Are My Testicles" to the tune of "All I Want for Christmas Are My Two Front Teeth."
Despite his frequent warnings that I'm not to touch his computers, with all their stock market tickers and graphs flying around the screens, he frequently comes back from the bathroom to find me in his office chair chirping, "I'm gonna buy a stock."
And then there's that cane he bought me for Mother's Day. What an idiot he was to acquiesce to that request...
Wilson would never stay with House and all his personality quirks, you say? Well, my husband's been here for 17 years and shows no signs of leaving. I know he's just joking when he says he can't, the alimony would cost him too much. He's as happy today as he was 17 years ago. Might be time for the man to talk to a psychiatrist about that.
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As House's best friend, Wilson is the one who looks after his interests, tries to protect him from his own destructive habits, catches him when he falls. In return, House makes fun of him, pulls pranks, and generally abuses him on a daily basis. And each time, Wilson comes back for more. "Would never happen in real life!", critics might scream. Well...
After The Vulcan had his heart surgery, he bristled against my nursing style and compared me to Kathy Bates in Misery -- and then found his bathroom and bedroom plastered with photos of the knife-wielding caretaker.
He had the nerve to insult me in some fashion and then discovered a picture of himself hanging on the refrigerator with a plastic knife piercing the crotch and a line from my favorite Chicago song written across the bottom ("he had it comin', he had it comin', he only had himself to blame").
He hovers over the kitchen counter when making PB&J sandwiches, like a dog protecting a bone, because if he lets his attention slip for half a second I smash my hand down on the bread.
When The Vulcan got his vasectomy during the holiday season, I serenaded him with "All I Want for Christmas Are My Testicles" to the tune of "All I Want for Christmas Are My Two Front Teeth."
Despite his frequent warnings that I'm not to touch his computers, with all their stock market tickers and graphs flying around the screens, he frequently comes back from the bathroom to find me in his office chair chirping, "I'm gonna buy a stock."
And then there's that cane he bought me for Mother's Day. What an idiot he was to acquiesce to that request...
Wilson would never stay with House and all his personality quirks, you say? Well, my husband's been here for 17 years and shows no signs of leaving. I know he's just joking when he says he can't, the alimony would cost him too much. He's as happy today as he was 17 years ago. Might be time for the man to talk to a psychiatrist about that.
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* To Tree Or Not To Tree
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Friday, October 12, 2012
{this moment}
{this moment} - Inspired by SouleMama
As I'm sure you all know, today is I Love Yarn Day (at least according to the Craft Yarn Council). What better way to celebrate that wooly goodness than to show the current projects I have on the needles. On the left is a ripple afghan using a multi-color yarn my son gave me for my birthday, appropriately named "candy corn." I'm mixing it with rows of yellow and white since I only have four skeins. (Free pattern can be found on Ravelry here.) On the right is another sweater for my daughter. After last week's sizing fiasco, I almost immediately cast on for another Tomten Jacket by Elizabeth Zimmermann. This one will probably be too large, but I know Foghorn will grow.
Happy I Love Yarn Day to all!
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As I'm sure you all know, today is I Love Yarn Day (at least according to the Craft Yarn Council). What better way to celebrate that wooly goodness than to show the current projects I have on the needles. On the left is a ripple afghan using a multi-color yarn my son gave me for my birthday, appropriately named "candy corn." I'm mixing it with rows of yellow and white since I only have four skeins. (Free pattern can be found on Ravelry here.) On the right is another sweater for my daughter. After last week's sizing fiasco, I almost immediately cast on for another Tomten Jacket by Elizabeth Zimmermann. This one will probably be too large, but I know Foghorn will grow.
Happy I Love Yarn Day to all!
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Thursday, October 11, 2012
MY BIG QUESTIONS OF THE DAY
1) Why was there a piece
of cat poo on my family room floor?
2) Why did my hound dog, St. Jimmi, decide
to roll on it?
3) Do you have any idea how
hard it is to get poo out of the holes in a dog’s
collar?
"Life's a piece of shit, when you look at it..." So true, Eric Idle, so true.
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Friday, October 5, 2012
{this moment}
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