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FINDINGS -- Haldeman Mansion Investigation, Bainbridge, PA

eastGhost.com with M.A.P.I., Sep 2019.

Several teams attended in 3 groups: inside the Main House, inside the Summer House, outside on the grounds.

Approximately 10:30pm: Interesting, the colorful stationary "orbs" hovering near Liz and Cliff, southeast of Main House, despite no flash with only ambient lighting during long exposure. Numerous reports include communications with young aethereal prankster "Jacob" and sightings of shadow apparitions and the "little girl upstairs".

Gauss meter response, quiet at around 0.1 Gs for most of the night in the Main House, agitated and skyrocketed up to 13 Gs during our singing of Civil War era songs in the Summer House. Meter sat stationary. We took notice: "It was as if ghosts were dancing or whirling about unseen right in front of us."

Liz' copper divining rods were active as usual and responding promptly and clearly to questions posed; copper rods in a sanitized, human-removed apparatus did not respond to any prompting. LASER shadowing, animal boobytraps, and other meters and apparatii went silent/unaffected.

We welcome other investigators to login and add their findings, comments, links.

Thank you, M.A.P.I.; we had a superb time.

RESEARCH -- How School Destroyed Your Curiosity - Amanda Rachwitz

Karma demands They must disclose intent to victims

Was Edgar Allan Poesoned by Jesuits?

  • Edgar Allan Poe: Renowned author whose self-proclaimed greatest, longest, final work is entitled "EUREKA"
  • CRIME: EAP was mysteriously poisoned in Baltimore, Catholic stronghold of US; he died promptly, incoherent.
  • MOTIVE -- EUREKA confounds if not counters the Jesuits' humanity-minimizing Cosmology of Infinitude, giving the first plainly comprehensible solution to Olbers' contradictive paradox (i.e., how the night sky is dark despite supposed infinitude of stars):

    “I design to speak of the Physical, Metaphysical and Mathematical – of the Material and Spiritual Universe – of its Essence, its Origin, its Creation, its Present Condition and its Destiny.”

    In Eureka, Poe claimed, among other things, that the universe is finite – in 1848 a finite-aged universe was mere speculation, and adopted a more philosophical phraseology of Newton’s Law of Gravitation, claiming that gravity is nothing but the attraction of every atom to the other atoms.

    “Every atom, of every body, attracts every other atom, both of its own and of every other body, with a force which varies inversely as the squares of the distances between the attracting and attracted atom.”

    Poe also pondered the question of the Olders’ Paradox. He suggested that the universe is not old enough to fill the sky with light. Is also endless in size; we see only a tiny part of it, and that observable part contains too few stars to fill up the sky with light. Poe knew that light moves extremely quickly but he claimed that there hasn’t been enough time for the light to reach us from farthest reaches of the universe.

    “No astronomical fallacy is more untenable, and none has been more pertinaciously adhered to, than that of the absolute illumination of the Universe of Stars. The reasons for limitation, as I have already assigned them, à priori, seem to me unanswerable; but, not to speak of these, observation assures us that there is, in numerous directions around us, certainly, if not in all, a positive limit—or, at the very least, affords us no basis whatever for thinking otherwise. Were the succession of stars endless, then the background of the sky would present us an uniform luminosity, like that displayed by the Galaxy—since there could be absolutely no point, in all that background, at which would not exist a star. The only mode, therefore, in which, under such a state of affairs, we could comprehend the voids which our telescopes find in innumerable directions, would be by supposing the distance of the invisible background so immense that no ray from it has yet been able to reach us at all. That this may be so, who shall venture to deny? I maintain, simply, that we have not even the shadow of a reason for believing that it is so.”

    source: https://athenareads.home.blog/2020/05/21/why-is-the-sky-dark-at-night/

  • MEANS -- Jesuits, 'military troops of Vatican', historically known poisoners, vow to "extirpate" Protestants, Freemasons and non-Catholic heretics.
  • OPPORTUNITY -- Still-touted poker-playing good friend and long-time neighbor of Jesuits.

Were these ideas alternately pre-empting and confounding the Jesuits' fledgling cosmological "psyence" silenced by poesoning?


  • Barring subterfuge dragooning secrecy, discussion and wonder concerning Poe expects warm welcome, particularly within Poe's own house/museum; instead, side-armed U.S. Park Service docents at Poe's house/museum in Philadelphia resoundingly demean EUREKA, deride curiosities, scorn inquiries. Why? EAP himself named EUREKA his greatest achievement.
  • EUREKA is suspiciously absent from nearly all publications available at the Poe museum. Signalling need for deeper careful investigation, devious omission hallmarks Jesuit handywork in mislead and mind-control.

Be wary with whom you break bread and libation. EAP should have. True Poe enthusiasts could morally do no better than to doggedly pursue the truth about his murder.

FOREST GLEN: Higher Form of Boo Under Charm of Eras Past

To celebrate this season of boo here are a few nighttime shots, exploratory notes and research findings that together weave an eerie menagerie. Below is the statue of Minerva at Forest Glen, Maryland. The aging structure is the remainder of a 'Spanish Dorm' at the northeast corner of the property. About one-half mile along Minerva's Medusa'd gaze looms the Mormon Temple.

This fascinating complex is steeped in oddity, military and medical intrigues, darkly intertwining and spanning from our nation's founding days to our present. Spooky enough all on its own, but when it's real, and militarily verifiably so, that's what really gets you ...transmogrifying mere goosebumps into palpable fear.

BELOW Statue of Minerva near remainder of Spanish Dorm

Forest Glen was a close-by ecape-destination providing early Washingon, DC residents cool relief in its comparative highlands (DC was in part literally a swamp, hot, muggy, Potomac River in the summer) before it was a premiere girls' finishing school; then it became an Army convalescence home before being used for biowar research ... and then ultimately becoming an expensive housing development (!).

Concerted efforts at reclamation and historical preservation have been ongoing for many years. The property was a failed (or abandoned?) farming thing, then a failed commercial thing, then a failed educational thing, then a failed military thing, and now it's a pseudo military-commercial historical-preservation compound meets high-priced housing collective kinda thing. The depth and twists of its many at-odds juxtapositions and uncanny energies give lasting allure to all things Forest Glen.

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Also on the property is a magnificent Spanish Ballroom, an authentic Dutch windmill (sorority house), several other unusual structures, and Maryland's only real Japanese Pagoda.

BELOW Japanese Pagoda, Spanish Ballroom

BELOW Dutch Windmill Sorority House, one of the many fanciful housings for students during the finishing school era of Forest Glen.

BELOW Italian Marble Fountain, a prideful centerpiece long ago drained and silenced; recent restoration efforts have provided new hope of watery resurrection.

Bad deaths alerted by numerous seances undertaken on the property and an unshakably intertwined history of military misery and biowarfare taint the area. The same commander at Frederick Maryland's FORT DETRICK (25 miles to the northwest) is also in-charge of the adjacent Forest Glen Annex and its noxious Walter Reed Army Institute of (biowarfare) Research. By some accounts, the Army spent '7 figures' on work in the woods immediately northwest of the FGA – but exploration revealed only one of 7 bridges was shored-up, not even rebuilt; meanwhile, what are expensively out-of-place: Numerous sink-tubes, filled in, capped, yet having automatic monitoring sensors and electronics, ostensibly 'gas sniffers' but more likely having something to do with potential bio-outbreak-causing leakage from the nation's [publicly-admitted] largest germ warfare lab and production monster sitting right up the hill...

BELOW Path to Expensive Bio Sensors In The Woods Adjacent To BUILDING 503 – "The Walter Reed Army Institute of Research (WRAIR) is the largest biomedical research facility administered by the U.S. Department of Defense."

Totally coincidentally, of course, Maryland's first "outbreak" of West Nile Virus was detected in the woods immediately west of the Forest Glen Annex biowarfare production facility. This hauntingly mirrors the first detected "outbreak" of Lyme Disease in Old Lyme, Connecticut, at the very spot where the ferry landed from Plum Island, the USDA's zoonotical / tick-born disease research facility, also totally coincidental, of course, but that's a whole other intrigue – see the books HIGHER FORM OF KILLING and LAB 257. See also the godless insanity exposed by Dilyana Gaytandzhieva at the AV9 Conference, England in May 2018 ("AV9 - Pentagon Bio-weapons ... EXPOSED!").

BELOW Beta Castle at Forest Glen, sensitives routinely pick-up strong spiritual energies. Washington Post archives confirm a deadly fall from the rooftop in early 1900s. Rods, ouija and guardian-angel communications respond fervently along the path in front of the castle. Reported experiences here have included muffled voices, foreboding of anger, and "stones thrown".

BELOW What was around back in the lower floors, however, gave a totally different kind of eerie chill – animal cages, lab facilities, and what one sensitive described as "an impenetrable veil". Unclassified military records confirmed medical and biowarfare research; nearby massive BUILDING 503 biowar lab echoes these findings.

Regarding the expensive housing uncomfortably nearby, in the scheme of things DC and compared to the still-buried live World War One munitions in DC's initially-pricey Spring Valley neighborhood (on American University land once used by military for testing / proving grounds), namely Mustard, Chlorine and Phosphgene gas munitions -- "yellow cross", "green cross", and "white cross", respectively, named for the markings on the bombshell casings -- wealthy families living within eyesight (and positively within slightest-whiff distance of accidental toxin release) of the nation's largest [publicly-admitted] biowarfare lab and production facility hardly raises any dead. Yet.

Military Wiki -- Walter Reed Army Institute of [biowar] Research

Walter Reed Army Institute of Research -- This article is about the U.S. Army medical research institute (not the hospital). Otherwise, see Walter Reed (disambiguation). The Walter Reed Army Institute of Research (WRAIR) is the largest biomedical research facility administered by the U.S...

The Forest Glen area of land was originally owned by the Carroll family, of Founding Father infamy, and it was long ago a tobacco plantation. In those days, Rock Creek, which empties into Washington’s Georgetown near the first lock of the C&O Canal, was much deeper and rapidly flowing; now it is barely a trickle sans rainstorms. Tobacco was harvested and rolled down from the higher ground to the Rock Creek and then floated down to Georgetown upon shallow raft, it is said.

BELOW Moving shadows and phantamasgoric mists appear throughout the property, which is unexpectedly steeply terrain-ful with many intricate bridges, statues, constructs, stone carvings and features hidden by growth, forgotten to time.

The Carroll graves in nearby cemeteries are very interesting to visit with empaths and spiritual friends, even in the daylight but especially as dark waxes. Slave graves long ago covered over (relocated? doubt it) give credence to spine-chilling tales of hauntings, both audible and sightings all over the facilities, including inside the WRAMC Commissary and reported off-official-record by military personnel. If you can imagine "Poltergeist" happening to the military, that gets at the deeper, darker, multi-faceted soul of Forest Glen.

BELOW - Area map of Forest Glen with some highlights marked. Several residents living on the property and nearby have contacted us to confirm these findings and report other experiences. Orbful photographs and wil-o-wisps are common, along with disembodied shrieks at night not attributable to corporeal animals. It's not just 'one or two' but dozens. Over years. Claimants include well-to-do residents and active military personnel.

Regarding the endless amount of military, medical, political, and Occult weirdness that permeates DC and surroundings, you just have to know where to look and who to ask for the good stuff – and that is nearly never any 'official' sources or controlled outlets.

Visit Forest Glen sometime when you get a chance; much of it is open to the public without ID checks. Walk in the woods, bring a camera and some copper divining rods, maybe some dice, an open mind, and at least one unflappable friend of stout heart ...just be careful what you touch and even more careful about what touches you.

Be sure to login and add your pictures, findings and experiences to the organic research / findings / experiences entry on Forest Glen. Same goes for other haunts and attractions collected in our gargantuan haunts database.

SPIRITS AT THE BEND: Thistle Millworks at Ilchester, Md.

Pictures and Experience by Michael

BELOW: Southern end of the plant, at the sharp bend in the Patapsco River behind camera. The burned out and dysfunctional Simkins Plant, latest working occupant of the Thistle Mill complex, is being slowly dismantled, discarded and removed.

“Three deaths here? Yeah, easy. Probably. Defnitely. This place is over one-hundred years old. There’s a lot of heavy machinery and many places to get hurt. Three deaths in one-hundred years is probably an understatement.” That’s one thing our helpful guide had to say about the deaths, injuries and reported hauntings at Simkins Industries Paper Mill http:// eastghost.com/haunt/775/ near old “Hell House” at the sharp bend of the Patapsco River, on River Road in Ilchester, Maryland. The older parts of the plant --the mill onto which the plant was later grafted-- date back to the 1700’s and are over 200 years old.

While our guide had not directly had any “substantially haunted” experiences to speak of, at least one other visitor had, in summertime 2006, suddenly become so “scared and totally creeped out” that he left in quite a rush, abandoning his work and belongings. This has happened several times. Sulky has reported ongoing paranormal experiences, research and subsequent validation of certain facts that would corroborate ghostly experiences.

For my part, while I was down below, between the buildings at the Patapsco River, over the swooshing sound of water endlessly smoothing rocks and the nearby control dam, and the audibly electrifying hum of high voltage transformers, coming from deep within the old plant (and seemingly underground) I heard about one dozen earth-shaking booms, ominous thuds of heavy machinery solidly hitting Earth-coupled surfaces, as well as metal clanking and moving about --it sounded maybe two hammer blows short of the plant being in full operation. Only...no one was working inside. The thuds were powerful and dreadful, and they unmistakably resembled the thuds that Sulky had reported hearing and feeling months earlier (see following report).

BELOW: the “bugs bunny” fire hydrant.

Kimness, up above on the roadway and hillside, heard none of this. Her main concern was taking pictures while avoiding daring cars whizzing by on the quite narrow and twisty River Road.

Knowing what was happening to me within the highenergy electromagnetic feld of the humming transformers, I felt mighty uncomfortable and wanted right away to get further away, out of the magnetic feld, to basal safety. Instead, I set to it and simply walked by the facility, taking pictures all the way. Happily abiding my one stern warning against entering the buildings, I did however get some shots through numerous cracks and open doors.

BELOW: Southern entrance and drive way along the Patapsco River, to frame left.

There were quite clearly within many places to get mangled, deformed, maimed and otherwise seriously harmed. There is nothing nice or forgiving about this place. It made me think of a sleeping but malevolent mechanical giant, still somehow strangely noisy even in awkward, abandoned rest, like an old missile silo, seemingly ready to wake up and swing into action at a moment’s notice, or at least exuding that precipitous aura.

BELOW: Thistle Mill, in better days, circa 1890, Baltimore Historical Society.

The air carries that same Patapsco smell, not necessarily stale but defnitely old and heavy (Day and Night at the Good Church and the Bad Church http://eastghost.com/post/35075). All along the length of the plant, the Earth itself reeks of heavy industrial oil and solvents.

A slip in the mud here would probably leave a remarkably persistent rash and stain and maybe even a chemical burn. There is a large cauldron of badness --tens of thousands of gallons of liquid capacity-- slowly rusting away, no doubt once housing the high-molar solution that unpleasantly decomposed stuff or acted as a reagent in some desired but unnatural process. A thin but apparently deep waterway or canal, impossibly crammed between the older part of the mill and the too nearby River Road, is criss-crossed by a grated steel catwalk that was too shaky to dare. Who knows if it’s even water in the canal.

BELOW: North end of old southern mill building. Notice juxtaposition of original masonry and later additions including gate, fre hydrant, cement blocks.

I heard several dozen dull screams coming from just beyond, or possibly inside, a small wooden shanty-looking thing barely standing several dozen yards further north than I was willing to tread. It was defnitely some mammal; I’m not ruling out human, though possibly a prank. Several times in the Patapsco River valley I’ve had the very uncanny feeling of not being alone, of just barely hearing and/or seeing things not quite possible to clearly make out or identify one way or the other --was that a person screaming for help or calling out to a friend, or was it a fox or bird or cat or something, or was it just nothing, or really something worse?

BELOW: Pipe support catwalk carried energy.

I also thought I’d glimpsed a few “flashes,” unexpected because everywhere nearby, given a long enough glance, was clearly deserted, except for the few cars flying by on the road above, out of earshot and almost out of sight. It’s the frequent but fleeting “whatwas-that?!” glimpses that getcha.

At the furthest-north end of the “mill complex” is a rotting wooden shack that exudes red light. Maybe it’s a cue to stay away; maybe it’s for the fre department should the hulk spontaneously reignite itself. I did not approach its slightly-ajar door. In any case, fre clearly can not kill or reclaim this place; there is too much stone and metal here, too many chemicals, too much history, maybe too many spirits.

BELOW: Oil-fred power plant, directly across Patapsco River and pipe support catwalk.

The tall, original mill structure has various windows, mostly with broken-out panes. Severals sets of stairs and ladders climb at weird angles and unlikely bends. The whole thing is hodge-podge, you can tell, built and twisted as needed over too many years.

BELOW: A glimpse inside the machine shop. Notice the unprotected nature of the chains, pulleys and heavy machinery. Not a safe looking place to work. This area felt the most repulsive to me.

There are apparently one and one-half “floors” in the long, triangularly-tipped “sawtooth” buildings to the south (what purpose does that roof serve, anyway?); three floors in most of the mid-section; and probably at least fve floors in the tallest portions furthest north. It’s unclear what’s rotted away, but I’d bet, given all the broken windows, that it’s treacherous inside. There is something under the loading dock at the machine room. It hisses just above the whisper of the river.

BELOW: A peek inside the machine room. An oppressive feeling came from the machine shop, to the left out of frame.

There were no cats or birds or wildlife of any kind that I could hear, see or otherwise sense. Except for the tired settling sounds of the buildings, the spooky electromechanical hum, and the burbling of the river water, it was spooky-quiet.

Water still runs in a steady, silent trickle from a frehose connector, the one of three without long-ago crinkled hoses that run off to nowhere.

BELOW: Loading dock at machine shop building.

It’s strange to see the obviously very old stonework of the original mill buildings patched with modern brickwork and cinder-block build-ins covering over old openings. It’s sad, in a way, how the still-beautiful build quality of the historical mill was architecturally defaced decades ago. They defnitely do not build them like that anymore. To the real craftsmanship, the unwelcome additions look as cheap as grey bondo on a jet-black Mercedes.

BELOW: Closer look into machine room.

A bright-red fire hydrant is here, tucked half-underneath the mill and built-around in a way somewhat reminiscent of that Bugs Bunny episode in which the tall offce building was built with a small semi-circle all up its length, above the rabbit hole. I wonder why they didn’t just move the dang waterpipe and not cut away the mill’s massive foundation!?

BELOW: Peculiar, hallmark rooftop, from River Road.

A fire extinguisher sits out in the middle of the muddy dirt passage that’s barely wide enough for two eighteen-wheelers inched side-by-side. Old wood. Old nails. Old pipes. Pulleys and girders and chains and everywhere jagged steely things. An angry, old blue industrial water pump sits with its chrome-shiny but malicious looking screw-blade propeller still attached to strong but stained stainless-steel pipe. I wonder if mashed paper pulp sludge once flowed inside; the mill was apparently, in its fnal life, used for paper recycling. Yuck.

BELOW: Looking north along the entrance driveway.

I had a strange feeling (both times that I passed it) of uneasiness, like I was being watched, from within the garage. Maybe it was just heebies from the way that, despite its totally open doors, the blackness abruptly flled the cavernous interior like tar. Photonegative shots of the interior didn’t reveal anything strange, though it sure felt unwholesome there. I’m glad that feeling stayed in the garage.

BELOW: Simkins Paper Mill, at the site of the old Thistle Mill, sometime in early Spring, 2006, as seen from several locations along River Rd. Picture courtesy of SolarAngel.

The river banks have been fortifed by cement-lattice work on both sides. The river is probably about 50 feet wide here and only a few feet deep at most. However, the banks are maybe ten feet down to the waterline. There is a depth stick for measuring floodwaters, and “15 feet” was marked slightly below my eye level. The stick was gunky-dirty-wet, like it was not so long ago wholly submerged. Just across the river and up are the train tracks, and above them is the former site of “Hell House,” old St. Mary’s College at Ilchester.

BELOW: Simkins Paper Mill, at the site of the old Thistle Mill, sometime in early Spring, 2006, as seen from several locations along River Rd. Picture courtesy of SolarAngel.

I got a very unusual picture of the building across the river. It was getting dark, I was shooting handheld, and somehow I managed a shot in which the foreground is in focus but the motionless background is motion blurred. Weird, but there it is.

The plant is possibly being disassembled, piece by piece. There are half-a-dozen large dumpsters, halffull with all sorts of pipes and gizmos and chunks of machinery. Hopefully the mill will be saved as an historically signifcant site.

BELOW: Simkins Paper Mill, at the site of the old Thistle Mill, sometime in early Spring, 2006, as seen from several locations along River Rd. Picture courtesy of SolarAngel.

About half-way down the length of the buildings, a ricketylooking steel tram- or walkway crosses from the mill rooftop over the river and to another building on the far side that looks like an enlarged m a c h i n e g u n bunker. The bridge formed a sort of invisible boundary; I didn’t like crossing under it, so many dozens of feet overhead --it made me feel like a black cat slyly crossing under a ladder, half-expecting for the inevitable worst. Maybe this “bunker” was to keep the workers in line, inahling fumes and toiling away! Probably it’s just an extension of the processing plant. Numerous large signs warn of possible hearing damage; blindness from regarding ultraviolet arc welders, and the ever-present dangers of forgetfulness. A misstep could literally be deadly.

BELOW: Simkins Paper Mill, at the site of the old Thistle Mill, sometime in early Spring, 2006, as seen from several locations along River Rd. Picture courtesy of SolarAngel.

It’s an effective choice of words: I kept thinking about the “life changing accidents” that Sulky mentioned in his research. This isn’t some collection of workshop bandsaws; machinery herein is as heavy-duty as heavy-duty comes. Even keeping myself safely several feet outside the buildings and the realm of the dormant but still fearful machines, I was very aware of my every footstep and even of the dangling pullcords on my jacket. Silly, I know. But, if you’ve been around heavy equipment, you understand what I mean; there is no such thing as a second chance, and even while standing absolutely motionless you still think twice before making the slightest move. That oppressive fear of what-if literally impedes motion on a moment-by-moment basis, and it would have taken very much “getting used to,” I imagine, to have been an effective employee here, instead of a molasses-mannequin.

BELOW: Saint Mary’s College at Ilchester, popularly “Hell House,” now demolished, Gray’s Mill at bottom right, and Thistle Mill at bottom center.

“Extreme” might describe the pain of being crushed to death between a 3,000-pound roll of paper and ‘a machine known as a rewinder,’ especially if it was operating. Mill accidents must be truly terrible events, life changing even to those who survive in witness. I wondered what would actually happen if someone’s loose scarf got wound up in the belt of a car engine’s alternator; clearly it would violently jerk the entire torso down, but would the result be immediate decapitation, or would the scarf somehow rip frst? You know the engine would not stop. It’s thoughts and echoes of that same kind that I sensed most here.

BELOW: Idyllic view of railroad bridge and Patapsco River, just after the bend and downriver from Thistle Mill. Notice exaggerated features and perspective. Picture courtesy of Sulky.

Despite the lingering smell of chemicals and fear, there is a peculiar draw to this area. The sharp 90-degree bend of the Patapsco River here in Ilchester, once literally under the shadow of Hell House, down-river and down-hill from nearly everything, seems to be some sort of “spirit trap” that snags and holds history in a way that is unlike anywhere else.

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THE DANCING LIGHTS: Thistle Millworks at Ilchester, Md.

Investigation and Experience by Sulky / Lon Strickler / Phantoms & Monsters Blog

BELOW: Thistle Mill, main building, in the 1940s when it was used primarily to produce “cotton duck” a heavy, plain woven cotton fabric, commonly called canvas. This was well after the mill’s heydey and in the wake of major cotton duck mill closures in Hartford, Connecticut and other areas in the north. Picture courtesy of Baltimore Historical Society.

I investigated an inquiry several years ago at the Simkins Industries, Inc. plant in Ilchester, MD. Some employees had noticed an orb of “dancing” light about 10 inches in diameter occasionally move slowly right to left along a wall in the beater room section of the plant. The sightings were usually in the early evening hours but always in the same area.

An employee and I entered the complex while the plant was down for weekend servicing. I must say that I noticed several spirits within this plant. There had been some deaths (natural and accidental) in the plant and some were evident, in particular an older man who insisted on following us around. His presence was very strong and somewhat disturbing since my feeling was that his death came at his own hand. The name I sensed was “Buzzard” are something similar. I don’t know if it was a nickname or his actual surname in life. We reached the area of the orb sighting and I noticed immediately that the temperature had dropped quickly and remained colder than the surrounding area the entire time I was there.

My perception was that of a man who has died in a piece of machinery (bottomliner pulper) many years before. The name that I sensed was “James” and that he seemed to be in his 30’s. I never witnessed the orb, but I am sure that this was his spirit energy. I attempted to contact “James” through my spiritual guide and seemed to have made some impact. My subsequent inquiry a year or so later with those employees who made the original inquiry concluded that the orb had not been seen and/or reported since.

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THISTLE MILL FINDINGS: Thistle Millworks at Ilchester, Md.

Investigation and Experience by Sulky / Lon Strickler / Phantoms & Monsters Blog

BELOW: Gray’s Mill, a contemporary of Thistle Mill, a few thousand feet upriver, has an intertwined and equally interesting history, complete with hauntings and recent investigation, to be covered in a later edition of EGQ.

On Thursday, April 6th, 2006, I assembled a small team to investigate the recent paranormal activity at the Simkins Industries plant located in Ilchester, MD. The plant is located on the Baltimore County side of the Patapsco River at River Rd. near Hilltop Rd. There are remnants of the Ilchester mid-1800’s village still standing, but all the houses are now boarded up. The plant is also deserted due to a major fre on the top level in 2003.

I had received several inquiries from people who had recently been on the property as well as a few queries from former employees. There have been various incidents and reports of phenomena mainly strange lights and sounds. To our knowledge, no other investigations had been made in the plant since it was closed. For the record, we had investigated some paranormal activity in the plant in the early 1990’s and I have reported this previously.

The team consisted of my assistant Cory and two former employees of the plant, Keith andJerry. I brought along 2 digital cameras, 2 EMF meters, a pair of 2-way radios and a laser thermometer. We were able to work our way into the plant through a dock entrance and descended 2 stories into the main beater room area. Because Keith and Jerry knew their way around, I had Cory and Jerry start the investigation to get some baseline EMF readings at various locations throughout the plant and to record any activity. All the power was off in the plant, so I was hoping for solid electro-magnetic readings. I decided to stay in the main beater room area with Keith mainly because I had recent physical limitations that made standing and walking for a sustained period of time impossible. I fgured if Cory found anything, she’d give me a call and Keith could direct me to the area. Before we began, I asked Keith and Jerry not to mention any specifc deaths or injuries that had occurred in the plant. This plant has a long history and reputation for many horrifc work related casualties.

Not too long after we started to look around, I noticed that the images on the digital cameras were not developing though the register on the card indicated that images were there. There was full power in the cameras and the cards were fne, but no images were coming on the screen. That was truly strange because I had never experienced that before and for this to occur with both cameras was very unusual.

Everything was fairly quiet for about 2 hours. I called Cory and she said that nothing remarkable had happened other than she received 1 major EM spike in the machine room dry end and that they were going to walk back to our location. A few minutes later Cory and Jerry returned. Jerry commented that it was very strange that he had not seen or heard any cats in any part of the plant. He stated that the plant was always inundated with cats for the many years he had worked there. Keith stated that he had also noticed it and thought it was very strange. Frankly, up to that time it was eerily quiet. We sat together for about an hour going over her notes and planning out our next moves.

By this time, it was 11:15 pm and we decided to start walking to a few areas that Cory had suggested. We went through an area that I was familiar with from my initial investigation but, strangely, I felt nothing. We continued to walk until we reached the former maintenance department. I started to get a feeling of dread and nausea as well as tightness on my chest. Cory also stated she felt a bit weird. After a few minutes, I asked Cory where she had recorded the EM spike. She said on the floor below by a machine called a rewinder in the machine room dry end.

We walked down the stairs and entered into the main part of the plant. As soon as I walked through the wide doorway, I felt like something pushed me in the chest… I literally backed up and tried to regain my breath. A few seconds later, we heard a loud thud sound. Each of us looked around not knowing where the sound came from. It seemed to me that something large had hit the floor but the sound was tempered as if it was in a tunnel. My feeling was that something catastrophic had happened here...the residual energies were coming at me from all directions. Cory was getting erratic EM readings stronger than those she had recorded earlier. I tried to endure the bombardment of energies I was experiencing, but it was getting very hard to deal with. I needed to get out of that area as soon as possible so I could gather my thoughts. I turned around and walked towards the warehouse area so I could sit down and rest. The others soon followed and we took a break.

I asked Jerry to confrm if someone had died in that area, but I didn’t want a name or know how it happened. He stated that at least 2 employees had lost their lives in that specifc area but he was unaware of their names since the deaths occurred before he started employment. Keith confrmed the deaths but he also had no idea of the circumstances or names…only third party information he had heard. I was determined to go back into the machine room and see if I could sense anything from the spirits residing there.

After a bit of a rest, Cory and I walked back into the machine room. As before, I felt pressure on my chest but not to the degree I experience previously. Cory and I held hands and I attempted to contact at least one of these spirits. I immediately felt pain and sorrow…like my life force was draining out of me and I couldn’t stop the inevitable. Then I heard the name “Russell”. It was obvious that this was the person who had been haunting here. I tried to communicate but the sorrow and grieve this spirit was projecting was as intense as I have ever felt. I fear he will remain on this plane and refuse to ever move on.

I decided that I was done here and that we should check out a few other locations within the mill. We spent another 2 hours in the plant taking EM readings and recording some history of the mill from Keith and Jerry. I asked Jerry if he could put me in contact with a former employee who could tell me about any of the people who had died in the plant.

That Sunday, I interviewed a gentleman who wanted to remain anonymous. He had retired from the Simkins plant in the mid-1980’s and had started there when Bartgis Brothers had owned the mill. He confrmed that an employee by the name of Russell Calimer was killed in the machine room in 1977 after a 1-1/2 ton roll of paperboard had slipped off a forklift and crushed him to death against the rewinder. But, I was stunned by the information that was to follow. The employee who attempted to load the paperboard roll and allowed it to slip off was a man by the name of Robert Buzzard. If you read my initial investigation at the Simkins plant, you would recognize that name. I had felt a presence of a spirit who called himself “buzzard”. I had no idea at that time that this was an actual name. As well, I had this feeling that “buzzard” had died by his own hand. It was confrmed that Mr. Buzzard had become so distressed after the accident he decided to retire. Less than a year later, “buzzard” had indeed committed suicide.

I think the plant is worthy of further investigation, but I have a bad feeling about some of the spirits that are there. There are, of course, many residual hauntings (ghosts)....but there may be at least one vortex there and I didn’t like what I was feeling especially in the machine room. For the record, there have been 4 deaths in the plant since 1971....3 in the machine room. As well, there have been several major life altering injuries.

I have a suspicion that someone tried to perform a halfhearted seance or used a Ouiji board in the plant since it closed. There have been all kinds of people hanging around there and the sense I get is that a spirit with some relatively heavy duty malevolence and lingering hatred is moving in and out of a vortex (I was unable to locate a vortex....possible that it was closed when we were there).

The “Russell” spirit we did encounter is a strong one but with a lot of sadness and acts like it is looking for something. We tried to “move it along” but I don’t think we were very successful.

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A few Haunts

The following content is reincarnated from a street racing site that unwittingly ignited intense interest in all things paranormal.

Chestnut Lodge

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The weird tentacles and unspoken "degrees of separation" of those involved with Chestnut Lodge over its century of mental health treatment are pervasive and only beginning to be unearthed. We welcome all input, feedback, stories and information.



Ted Koppel, on his final Nightline broadcast (2005), broadcast his 1995 interview with Morrie Schwartz. Morrie is a subject of the bestseller (and movie) "Tuesdays With Morrie" which contains details about Chestnut Lodge. There's even a Broadway production and a website: tuesdayswithmorrie.com. Please note these great works only mention Chestnut Lodge in passing (there's that unspoken undercurrent thing again), though the information they convey offers insight into conditions and treatment. An excerpt (from the TWM site):

ALS (aka "Lou Gehrig's Disease") is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax. Often. it begins with the legs and works its way up. You lose control of your thigh muscles, so that you cannot support yourself standing. You lose control of your trunk muscles, so that you cannot sit up straight. By the end, if you are still alive, you are breathing through a tube in a hole in your throat, while your soul, perfectly awake, is imprisoned inside a limp husk, perhaps able to blink, or cluck a tongue, like something from a science fiction movie, the man frozen inside his own flesh. This takes no more than five years from the day you contract the disease.

Quoted from immediately below: "Morrie was given a grant to observe mental patients and record their treatments. While the idea seems common today, it was groundbreaking in the early fifties. Morrie saw patients who would scream all day. Patients who would cry all night. Patients soiling their underwear. Patients refusing to eat, having to be held down, medicated, fed intravenously."

2008-02-20: This came in from someone at eastghost.com who's doing research on the property and history of the hospital: It's information that was posted originally to vox.com:

Chestnut Lodge
Aug 14, 2007 at 1:41 AM

I recently read the book and watch the video - Tuesdays with Morrie. The video was as good as the book. It shows the main lessons to be learned in the book. It is a good addition to the book as not everybody wants to read. Video allows the book to reach more learners. One event that I feel that is good to feature in the video but was not was what Morrie learn from working at Chestnut Lodge ( mental hospital ). He learned that people want someone to notice their existence and money cannot buy happiness.

Tuesdays with Morrie
Mich Albom
Page 109 - 111
ISBN: 0385496494

The Morrie I knew, the Morrie so many others knew, would not have been the man he was without the years he spent working at a mental hospital just outside Washington, D.C., a place with the deceptively peaceful name of Chestnut Lodge. It was one of Morrie's first jobs after plowing through a master's degree and a Ph.D. from the University of Chicago. Having rejected medicine, law, and business, Morrie had decided the research world would be a place where he could contribute without exploiting others.

Morrie was given a grant to observe mental patients and record their treatments. While the idea seems common today, it was groundbreaking in the early fifties. Morrie saw patients who would scream all day. Patients who would cry all night. Patients soiling their underwear. Patients refusing to eat, having to be held down, medicated, fed intravenously.

One of the patients, a middle-aged woman, came out of her room every day and lay facedown on the tile floor, stayed there for hours, as doctors and nurses stepped around her. Morrie watched in horror. He took notes, which is what he was there to do. Every day, she did the same thing: came out in the morning, lay on the floor, stayed there until the evening, talking to no one, ignored by everyone. It saddened Morrie. He began to sit on the floor with her, even lay down alongside her, trying to draw her out of her misery. Eventually, he got her to sit up, and even to return to her room. What she mostly wanted, he learned, was the same thing many people want - someone to notice she was there.

Morrie worked at Chestnut Lodge for five years. Although it wasn't encouraged, he befriended some of the patients, including a woman who joked with him about how lucky she was to be there "because my husband is rich so he can afford it. Can you imagine if I had to be in one of those cheap mental hospitals?"

Another woman - who would spit at everyone else took to Morrie and called him her friend. They talked each day, and the staff was at least encouraged that someone had gotten through to her. But one day she ran away, and Morrie was asked to help bring her back. They tracked her down in a nearby store, hiding in the back, and when Morrie went in, she burned an angry look at him.

"So you're one of them, too," she snarled.

"One of who?"

"My jailers."

Morrie observed that most of the patients there had been rejected and ignored in their lives, made to feel that they didn't exist. They also missed compassion - something the staff ran out of quickly. And many of these patients were well-off, from rich families, so their wealth did not buy them happiness or contentment. It was a lesson he never forgot.

SOURCE: http://whatidiscover.vox.com/library/post/chestnut-lodge.html

2007-08-21: This email came in from Vicky at Chase Communities, the developer of the new Chestnut community:

"Chestnut Lodge is NOT abandoned and it is dangerous to go onsite during the construction and building process. Demolition of the majority of the buildings has occurred and development has commenced on the property. A Security Company is assigned to Chestnut Lodge and a Neighborhood Watch is in place. It is incumbent upon you as a responsible internet website to advise your readers that we have, and will continue to, prosecute trespassers to the fullest extent of the law."

So, keep that in mind people: it's not nice to trespass, it's not right, and they will prosecute you if you're caught. The Chestnut development is a multi-million dollar undertaking, so paying some lawyers to nab ne'er-do-wells is certainly within scope and capability.

Chestnut Lodge Insane Asylum

"Think about this: No one left alive knows all its secrets...this place defines insane."

Here's a map

Chestnut Lodge Insane Asylum, 500 West Montgomery Ave., in the heart of Rockville, Maryland. A sanitarium for the "profoundly regressed" psychotic, "hopelessly schizophrenic," borderline personality disorder (BPD), and other seriously afflicted psychiatric and "mental" patients.

"...I live nearby...we used to hear screams...my son calls it Hannibal's House...we just want it gone..."

An historical DC suburban resort hotel turned mental hospital. Built in 1886. Closed in 2001. Historical. Off-limits. Eery. Taboo. Haunted? Unforgettable. Irresistable.

"...you shouldn't imagine what was going on in there... it's better if you don't know, if no one knows..." --local resident, retired researcher

Owned and run for almost a century by three generations of psychiatrists in the Bullard family. Internationally renowned. Over tweny buildings and 125 chestnut trees on over twenty acres, including patient lodgings and various buildings of historic/famous architecture. Notable staff included Frieda Fromme-Reichmann, psychoanalyst (c.1957), Harry Stack Sullivan, Alfred H. Stanton (The Mental Hospital), Ann Alaoglu, David Rioch, Harold Searles & Robert Morris (Menninger Clinic), Robert Cohen (NIH), Ann-Loiuse S. Silver, Wayne S. Fenton, M.D. (CNL Director of Research), Jan Foudraine (Swami Deva Amrito) (Not Made of Wood), Johnathan D. Tuerk, and Clara Thompson.

"...one wonders if it would be possible–indeed, if it would even be permitted–for people like Sullivan and Fromm-Reichmann to work with patients the way they did 50 years ago..." --psychiatry today

Between I-270 and Rockville, Maryland. North from DC along I-270 "BioTech Alley."
Exit 7 onto Route 28, into Rockville: Right at second light, opposite of Laird St., into the trees.

"...cheery pictures, great scientific contributions, but this is not a happy place..."

san·a·to·ri·um // n. pl. san·a·to·ri·ums or san·a·to·ri·a
  1. An institution for the treatment of chronic diseases or for medically supervised recuperation.
  2. A resort for improvement or maintenance of health, especially for convalescents. Also called sanitarium.

Regarding the postcard image: the postcard shows the picturesque east facade of the hospital, the side facing the "parade grounds" clearing, the side with only a pedestrian approach. Modern pictures are usually taken from the paved driveway, which approaches from the north and shows the hospital's slender north facade. Therefore, the "tower" structure on earlier images appears to the left of the modern pictures which unfortunately do not convey the intended grandeur of Chestnut Lodge.


"It's extraordinarily creepy, especially at night. The deceptive quaintness, hundreds of tall trees without any underbrush, the seriously pot-holed driveway, the dreariness. Honestly, it looks straight out of Silence of the Lambs. You can almost hear the muffled screams of restrained psychotics, the dull thuds of autistic headbutting, the weird gurgling, humming and shrieks of the profoundly disturbed and disabled, and an almost palpable swirling madness. If St. Elizabeth's nuthouse gave you chills, then Chestnut Lodge is what comes next."

"...Be mindful that Sullivan and Fromm-Reichmann worked with profoundly regressed patients, some diagnosed as 'hopelessly schizophrenic' and others who were not so easy to categorize, using psychoanalytically oriented psychotherapy. Medicating drug therapy was just being established, and most psychiatrists used electroshock therapy, sleep therapy, and other bizarre treatments..."

Regarding electroshock therapy, watch "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" to see Jack Nicholson's researched, realistic depiction of one form of the treatment: "Jack researched the role by showing up at Oregon State Mental Hospital in Salem two weeks before he was required, where he persuaded hospital authorities to let him mingle with the most disturbed patients, eating in their mess halls and closely observing their speech patterns and body movements. He even watched patients undergoing the same shock treatments McMurphy would be subjected to in the film, in order to make his depiction more authentic. 'Usually, I don't have much trouble slipping out of a film role,' he admitted, 'but here, I don't go home from a movie studio. I go home from a mental institution. And it becomes harder to create a separation between reality and make-believe.' --http://www.littlereview.com/goddesslouise/articles/nichcuck.htm

"...My mother worked there many years ago. Parts were strictly off-limits, presumably for the profoundly or criminally insane, or hushed for the military. [The CIA apparently used the facility. Press, accounts, and documentation from military mind control programs, including 'MK/ULTRA' (mind control), 'ARTICHOKE' (extreme interrogation), 'PAPERCLIP' (the imported Nazi-scientist/war criminals roles in both), 'MK/SHADE', 'OFTEN', 'MK/MARKER', 'MK/DELTA', 'BLUEBIRD', 'MK/NAOMI', 'PHOENIX', and 'MK/SEARCH' sometimes directly reference Chestnut Lodge. [read].] There are rooms for administering almost every treatment then imaginable. The scariest part is not that you could go inside, but that they could keep you inside and do anything to you. [see michelle shocked] Some people who went there never left the same. Sometimes that was good, but other times..."

Do not believe the Whitewash. It was not as widely claimed.
Abide the whispers, the occulted military, the intrigues.

"... I was given large doses of some kind of drug to calm me down...I was sent to Chestnut Lodge...the psychiatric experimental prison..." --The Journal of Judith Beck Stein

See Psych Central Meds

"Interviews with Sydney Gottlieb [CIA Special Projects: MKULTRA mind-control, LSD psychedelic research, societal and cultural manipulation] in 1999 and declassified documents [via FOIA] reveal that one of the substances considered for use against Castro was 'a new convulsive compound which produced a condition similar to electroshock.' Called 'Indoklon' by its developers at the Bressler Research Laboratory of the University of Maryland, its odorless vapors 'produce immediate convulsions accompanied by arching of the back, stiffening of the neck and unconsciousness.' Human testing with the compound had been conducted at Spring Grove State Hospital, Baltimore, and at Chestnut Lodge in Rockville, Md. Gottlieb also proposed that a special aerosol spraying device, designed by scientists at Fort Detrick's [Frederick, Maryland] Special Operations Division, be employed to contaminate the radio studio where Castro broadcast his frequent speeches. The device was to be filled with the powerful hallucinogenic BZ, which scientists have described as being 'about ten times more powerful than LSD.'" --wnd.com

"Another Gottlieb subproject under MK-ULTRA conducted experiments with LAE, a lysergic-acid derivative, for the purpose of inducing depersonalization and a schizophrenia-like condition in test subjects. Gottlieb referred to the result in these cases as 'reversible chemical lobotomy'—suggesting that the effects wear off. There were 429 tests of this type reported on normal and psychotic individuals in the first year of MK-ULTRA. (As in other such tests mentioned in the CIA documents, there was no indication of where the test subjects came from and whether they were 'witting' or 'unwitting.') Still another MKULTRA subproject called for a psychological analysis of the effects of LSD on 220 college students who were tested in 1953." --FOP

"Hock's landmark thesis that LSD was a psychotomimetic or madness-mimicking agent caused a sensation in scientific circles and led to several important and stimulating theories regarding the biochemical basis of schizophrenia. This in turn sparked an upsurge of interest in brain chemistry and opened new vistas in the field of experimental psychiatry. In light of the extremely high potency of LSD, it seemed completely plausible that infinitesimal traces of a psychoactive substance produced through metabolic dysfunction by the human organism might cause psychotic disturbances. Conversely, attempts to alleviate a lysergic psychosis might point the way toward cutting schizophrenia and other forms of mental illness. FOOTNOTE: While the miracle cure never panned out, it is worth nothing that Thorazine was found to mollify an LSD reaction and subsequently became a standard drug for controlling patients in mental asylums and prisons." --http://www.a1b2c3.com/drugs/lsd09a.htm

"...The CIA made preparation to treat Olson at Chestnut Lodge, but before they could, Olson checked into a New York hotel and 'threw himself out' from his tenth story room..." --Dave McGowan, davesweb.cnchost.com

"...it was agreed that Olson should be placed under regular psychiatric care at Chestnut Lodge, an institution closer to his home and what had CIA-cleared psychiatrists on its Rockville, Maryland, staff. Arrangements were made for Frank Olson's immediate admission to the hospital. In what was undoubtedly a remarkable coincidence, the doctor who served as the admitting physician was Dr. Robert W. Gibson -- the 25-year old son of Walter Gibson. Walter Gibson was one of magic's most prolific writers and editors, though the general public would know him best as the author of 'The Shadow.' [famous radio entertainment program] He was also a close friend and colleague to John Mulholland...Harold Abramson..." --Conjurors Magazine 'The Sphynx & The Spy'

(See "Mind Control Murder" by Principal Films for A&E's Investigative Reports series. See also John Marks' 264-page, 1977 book, "The Search for the Manchurian Candidate")

"...explore connections with the NIMH (nat'l institutes of medical/mental health), the NMRI (Navy medical research institute), and the Navy's CHATTER program from 47 to 53..."

"When the CIA, formed in 1947, began really operating in the 50's, it was given 6% of the defense department's budget, with black-out status. That's an awful lot, in secret..."

From the book "Acid Dreams": The CIA studied a veritable pharmacopoeia of drugs with the hope of achieving a breakthrough. At one point during the early 1950s Uncle Sam's secret agents viewed cocaine as a potential truth serum. "Cocaine's general effects have been somewhat neglected", noted an astute researcher. Whereupon tests were conducted that enabled the CIA to determine that the precious powder "will produce elation, talkativeness, etc." when administer by injection. "Larger doses," according to a previously classified document, "may cause fearfulness and alarming hallucinations." The document goes on to report that cocaine "counteracts... the catatonia of catatonic schizophrenics" and concludes with the recommendation that the drug be studied further...A number of cocaine derivatives were also investigated from an interrogation standpoint. Procaine, a synthetic analogue, was tested on mental patients and the results were intriguing. When injected into the frontal lobe of the brain through trephine holes in the skull, the drug "produced free and spontaneous speech within two days in mute schizophrenics". This procedure was rejected as "too surgical for our use". Nevertheless, according to a CIA pharmacologist, "it is possible that such a drug could be gotten into the general circulation of subject without surgery, hypodermic or feeding." He suggested a method known as iontophoresis, which involves using an electric current to transfer the ions of a chosen medicament into the tissues of the body." // Injections; test drugs; secret government programs; unlimited funding; heady, unaccountability; electric shocks and edge treatments; bioweapons research (Ft. Detrick, Ft. Meade) and testing (Aberdeen, Edgewood Arsenal); mute & catatonic schizophrenics; and the highest number of Ph.D.'s in the country (DC suburbs); it'd be impossible to find a nearby medical or mental facility not wholly intertwined and involved.

(See "Acid Dreams" by Martin Lee and Bruce Shlain, Grove Press, 1985 ISBN 0-394-55013-7. Paraphrased by totse.com: The CIA realized that an adversary intelligence service could employ LSD "to produce anxiety or terror in medically unsophisticated subjects unable to distinguish drug-induced psychosis from actual insanity". The only way to be sure that an operative would not freak out under such circumstances would be to give him a taste of LSD (a mind control vaccine?) before he was sent on a sensitive overseas mission. Such a person would know that the effects of the drug were transitory and would therefore be in a better position to handle the experience. CIA documents actually refer to agents who were familiar with LSD as "enlightened operatives".)

"...with deep conviction that no patient is beyond hope, they focused on deep psychoses there instead of less-severe neuroses...those people were the real deal...those they took in were the lost souls no one else would or could..."

"...what Chestnut Lodge has been about over the years. We have worked with the severely ill generally, those who need longer-term treatment, and often when it wasn’t working out for them elsewhere, they would be referred here..." --Dr. Robert Kurtz, medical director, Chestnut Lodge

"...with all its crazies over the decades, that place is intertwined with and mired in so much incredibly nutty stuff..."

"...an in-depth study of inpatients at a hospital in Maryland during the years 1950 through 1975 and their 30 years of clinical and supervisory experience at Chestnut Lodge Hospital in Rockville, Hoffman and McGlashan present four case studies to chart the etiology, long-term course, and clinical manifestations of BPD..." [see 'Developmental Model of Borderline Personality Disorder' by Patricia Hoffman of Judd University of California-San Diego, and Thomas H. McGlashan of Yale School of Medicine.]

"...a fearful place of drugged screams and troubled mumblings..."

CIA's MKULTRA Experimentation

(1) Sarah Foster, Meet Sidney Gottlieb - CIA Dirty Trickster (1998):

It seemed Stanley Glickman had everything going for him. An American, Glickman was young, living in Paris, and busy carving out a successful career for himself as an artist. Then one evening in late October 1952, his world crashed to an end. He accepted an invitation from an acquaintance to join him and some fellow Americans at the Cafe Select, a popular spot among writers and artists. There, the conversation turned into a heated political debate lasting several hours. When Glickman decided it was time to leave, one of the men offered to buy him a drink to soothe any hard feelings. Rather than ask the waiter, the man himself went to the bar and brought drinks back to the table. Glickman noticed he had a club foot.

Thirty years later he learned this was a physical characteristic of Dr. Sidney Gottlieb, who headed the chemical division of the technical services staff with the Central Intelligence Agency. In an affidavit filed in court, Glickman recalled that halfway through his drink he "began to experience a lengthening of distance and a distortion of perception" and saw that "the faces of the gentlemen flushed with excitement as they watched the execution of the drink."

One of the men told him he'd be capable of "working miracles." No miracles occurred, but as Glickman left the cafe he "experienced distortions of color and other hallucinations." He believed he had been poisoned. Next morning, he was "hallucinating intensely." For the next two weeks he "wandered in the pain of madness, delusion and terror."

On Nov. 11, he returned to the Cafe Select, where he sat and simply waited - with his eyes closed - until someone noticed him, and he was driven by car to the American Hospital of Paris. He was there over a week, during which time he was given electroshock and, he believed, additional hallucinatory drugs. Finally a friend came, helped him sign out, and took him to his studio where he remained, a virtual recluse, for the next 10 months - living in a psychedelic nightmare of terror and hallucinations.

When friends of his brother-in-law's family saw him on the street and realized the condition he was in, they contacted his family, who made arrangements for him to be brought back to the United States in July 1953. Glickman never painted again.

He held odd jobs and regained his physical strength, but his mental powers were never the same; his artistic talents were destroyed. Nor was he able to lead a normal social life. If Glickman's story is true, he would have been one of the earliest victims of the MK-ULTRA project, one program of which involved slipping d-lysergic acid diethylamide - better known as LSD - to persons without their knowledge or consent, then watching their reactions. The CIA's secret project was not formally initiated until April 1953, but there are accounts of earlier experimentation.

When the public learned of these experiments over 20 years later, Glickman realized he had been one of the victims.

In 1977, Glickman's sister, Gloria Kronisch, sent her brother an article she had read about how the CIA had experimented with LSD on unsuspecting people in foreign countries during the 1950s. At this time, the Senate Committee on Human Resources, chaired by Sen. Edward Kennedy, D-MA, began holding hearings on CIA experimentations on humans, and the CIA was asked to identify its victims.

The CIA identified 16 unwitting subjects of LSD tests in the United States, but denied conducting such experiments overseas. Watching the hearings, Glickman knew that's what happened to him, no matter what the CIA claimed. A friend traveled to Washington to gather information about the agency's drug experiments. Most of the records had been destroyed, at Gottlieb's orders, in 1973.

[Despite their lies under oath about only 30 universities and research institutions being majorly involved, some CIA financial records and receipts, thought destroyed but turned up by John Marks (author of the resulting "The Manchurian Candidate"), proved at least 86 universities and research institutions were majorly involved in the project. That's three times worse than what they admitted under oath. Wonder how many were actually involved? --sourced from "Project MKULTRA: The CIA's Program of Research in Behavioral Modification" printed by the GAO and available at lulu.com and other places online.]

(2) US Official Poisoner Dies, CounterPunch (April, 1999)

For many years, most notably in the 1950s and 1960s, Gottlieb presided over the CIA's technical services division and supervised preparation of lethal poisons, experiments in mind control and administration of LSD and other psychoactive drugs to unwitting subjects. Gottlieb's passing came at a convenient time for the CIA, just as several new trials involving victims of its experiments were being brought. Those who had talked to Gottlieb in the past few years say that the chemist believed that the Agency was trying to make him the fall guy for the entire program. Some speculate that Gottlieb may have been ready to spill the goods on a wide range of CIA programs.

Incredibly, neither the Times nor the Post obituaries mention Gottlieb's crucial role in the death of Dr. Frank Olson, who worked for the US Army's biological weapons center at Fort Detrick. At a CIA sponsored retreat in rural Maryland on November 18, 1953, Gottlieb gave the unwitting Olson a glass of Cointreau liberally spiked with LSD. Olson developed psychotic symptoms soon thereafter and within a few days had plunged to his death from an upper floor room at the New York Statler-Hilton. Olson was sharing the room with Gottlieb's number two, a CIA man called Robert Lashbrook, who had taken the deranged man to see a CIA-sponsored medic called Harold Abramson who ran an allergy clinic at Mount Sinai, funded by Gottlieb to research LSD.

By the early 1960s Gottlieb's techniques and potions were being fully deployed in the field. Well-known is Gottlieb's journey to the Congo, where his little black bag held an Agency-developed biotoxin scheduled for Patrice Lumumba's toothbrush. He also tried to manage Iraq's general Kassim with a handkerchief doctored with botulinum and there were the endless poisons directed at Fidel Castro, from the LSD the Agency wanted to spray in his radio booth to the poisonous fountain pen intended for Castro that was handed by a CIA man to Rolando Cubela on November 22, 1963.

Even less well remembered is one mission in the CIA's Phoenix Program in Vietnam in July of 1968. A team of CIA psychologists set up shop at Bien Hoa Prison outside Saigon, where NLF suspects were being held after Phoenix Program round-ups. The psychologists performed a variety of experiments on the prisoners. In one, three prisoners were anaesthetized; their skulls were opened and electrodes implanted by CIA doctors into different parts of their brains. The prisoners were revived, placed in a room with knives and the electrodes in the brains activated by the psychiatrists, who were covertly observing them. The hope was that they could be prompted in this manner to attack each other. The experiments failed. The electrodes were removed, the patients were shot and their bodies burned.

(3) Elaine Woo, Los Angeles Times (4th April, 1999)

James Bond had Q, the scientific wizard who supplied 007 with dazzling gadgets to deploy against enemy agents. The Central Intelligence Agency had Sidney Gottlieb, a Bronx-born biochemist with a PhD from Caltech whose job as head of the agency's technical services division was to concoct the tools of espionage: disappearing inks, poison darts, toxic handkerchiefs.

Gottlieb once mailed a lethal handkerchief to an Iraqi colonel and personally ferried deadly bacteria to the Congo to kill Prime Minister Patrice Lumumba. It wasn't his potions that eventually did in the two targets, but Gottlieb, once described by a colleague as the ultimate "good soldier," soldiered on.

Poisons and darts were not his sole preoccupation during 22 years with the CIA. He labored for years on a project to unlock and control the mysterious powers of lysergic acid diethylamide, or LSD. Could it be a potent spy weapon to weaken the minds of unwilling targets?

In the early 1960s, Gottlieb was promoted to the highest deputy post in the technical services operation. By 1967, he had risen to the top of the division, guided by his longtime CIA mentor, Director Richard Helms. At that time, LSD was not a secret anymore. While the CIA was still examining the drug's possibilities as a means of mind control, many young Americans were dropping the hallucinogen as a vehicle of mind expansion and recreation. America was tuning in, turning on and dropping out, thanks, in part, to the CIA's activism in the '50s in the name of national security.

It was not until 1972 that Gottlieb called a halt to the experiments with psychedelics, concluding in a memo that they were "too unpredictable in their effects on individual human beings... to be operationally useful."

He retired the same year, spending the next few decades in eclectic pursuits that defied the stereotype of the spy. He went to India with his wife to volunteer at a hospital for lepers. A stutterer since childhood, he got a master's degree in speech therapy. He raised goats on a Virginia farm. And he practiced folk dancing, a lifelong passion despite the handicap of a clubfoot.

People think we must have come such a long way, but they forget that "...America's mental health system is still the shame of the nation..." -- narpa.org

"...inpatient psychotics included those with schizophrenia, autism, and multiple-personality disorders, among other severe psychopathologies and various pschoses..."

"...people often confuse creativity with insanity. There is no creativity in madness..." --Joanne Greenberg (pseudonym Hannah Green), I Never Promised You a Rose Garden

I Never Promised You a Rose Garden is a fictionalized depiction of Joanne Greenberg’s (pseudonym Hannah Green) treatment experience at Chestnut Lodge Hospital in Rockville, Maryland, during which she was in psychoanalytic treatment with Frieda Fromm-Reichmann. The book takes place in the late 1940s and early 1950s, at a time when Harry Stack Sullivan, Frieda Fromm-Reichmann, and Clara Thompson were establishing the basis for the interpersonal school of psychiatry and psychoanalysis, focusing specifically, though by no means exclusively, on the treatment of schizophrenia.

"What you have to understand is that I hear them all the time. Anybody could. You have to be perceptive, but you can definitely hear them," he says, his eyes suddenly turning serious. His grave demeanor is understandable, for the 'them' to which he is referring are the sounds that he had heard while making nightly rounds of the hospital. "You hear them on the grounds," he continues. "It is crying - sometimes screaming. We had patients who would scream constantly and who suffered. Sometimes at night you can still hear them scream and moan."

"...Chestnut Lodge was founded in the early twentieth century as a family business by Ernest Bullard, M.D. Three generations of Bullards served as its medical director. It was a pioneer in the intensive psychodynamic-psychotherapeutic treatment of serious mental illness, and two legendary psychiatrists-psychoanalysts-Frieda Fromm-Reichmann, M.D., and Harry Stack Sullivan, M.D.-served on the Chestnut Lodge staff..." --Recent Past Network

"...Chestnut Lodge was a pioneer in the intensive treatment of serious mental illness..." --Psych.org

"...this place has been the often purposeful but sometimes unwitting home to perhaps thousands of studies, reports, tests, observations, cohorts, and data..." [1] [2] [3]

"...after nearly a century, this place and these people were hooked up, wired into the psych community: National Institutes of Health and Ford Foundation grants, interships, training, lectures, numerous publications and studies, in-patient lodging, live-in doctors, a research facility on the grounds..."

"...The institutional nature of Chestnut Lodge, involving care and exclusion, was an obstacle..." --pubmed, nat'l lib. medicine, nat'l inst. heath

"...Chestnut Lodge is a small, private psychiatric hospital in Rockville, Md, specializing in the long-term residential treatment of severely ill (and usually chronic) psychotic and borderline patients. Four hundred forty-six (72%) of the patients treated at Chestnut Lodge between 1950 and 1975 were followed up an average of 15 years later..." --pubmed, nat'l lib. medicine, nat'l inst. heath

"Being in a mental institution has all of the contours and shapes of any other kind of institutional life- and as I said earlier, the first 22 years of my life were basically spent in institutions of one kind or another. In the mental institution, activities are scheduled and very rigid. You don’t stop when you finish the project. You stop when the schedule says to stop. The people who work there, some of them are good people, but the institution pretty much forbids them from functioning outside a certain standard of compassion. The institutional mentality told the staff, "You can have one percent of compassion and ninety-nine percent follow-the-rules.

And this mindset is a barrier that makes it almost impossible for staff to show the depth of true human compassion that institutionalized people desperately need. When you are in an altered state, hospitalized, drugged, isolated from the people you care about, the most important gift you could receive would be a genuine, caring connection with another human being. The lack of compassion, in my mind, is the single biggest failing of the mental health system.

...the therapist, a woman named Isabel Pierce, pointed out something that I found very significant. She said, "You’re not crazy. You’re just poor. And I found this explanation very revealing. When my mother had me committed, one of her reasons was that she thought that I was anorexic. And I wasn’t anorexic, I just didn’t have any money for food...I’ve come to realize that nutrition really contributes enormously to your mental state."

--Michelle Shocked (the singer) [THIS is excellent, definitely worth a read.]

Location Details & Specifics

A driveway snakes around to the other buildings in the rear of the main hospital. Numerous inhabited houses are within a stone's throw, easily within earshot. This is downtown Rockville, surprisingly near the courthouse and I-270.

Power meters are missing from most buildings. Several post-midnight visits met with no resistance or inquiry. No guards, dogs, lights, or alarms. All windows and doors appear intact and locked except at least one. Wire-glass windows and flimsy doors exist on the main lodge and support structures; thick metal doors seal the modern inpatient lodgings. The barn appears relatively open, and the community/activity building is being gutted or ransacked [Jan 2005] (possibly for demolition or reuse).

What is most surprising is that the Chestnut Lodge is actually a rather huge, self-sufficient treatment campus that was designed for taking and keeping patients for years or longer, to span all phases of treatment including, ultimately, pharmacology (drug therapy). Equally surprising is that it exists basically smack in the middle of Rockville! Few people know what it is, fewer know where, and no one left alive knows all its secrets.

Main Chestnut Lodge: 40+ rooms, 4 stories above ground, at least 2 below, all brick. Additional on-grounds buildings and facilities include(d): laundry, nurses'/servants' quarters, maintenance barn, tool shed, facilities buildings, stable (refitted), windmill (demolished), ice house, carriage house, kitchen, laundry, four patient lodgings (resemble elderly assisted living condos), recreational gymnasium building, outdoor pool, common parade grounds, gazebo, mature tree clearings, tennis courts and paved areas, and shared community activity center (this is the one with historic/famous architectural significance).

Did you know: The Government can force you to take medications against your will.
And Bush plans to screen all public school students. [second dose]

Woodlawn Hotel, a.k.a. Chestnut Lodge
(from peerlessrockville.org)

As the center of commerce and legal affairs for Montgomery County, Rockville was a fine locale for hotels. Beginning in the 1750s, travelers, courthouse clientele, salesmen, and visitors to the Court House town stayed at Lawrence Owen's ordinary, Charles Hungerford's tavern, Francis Kidwell's Farmers Hotel, the Washington Hotel, the Union Hotel (rebuilt as the Corcoran), the Montgomery House, and others.

The arrival of the B&O railroad in 1873 changed the town. Rockville became a destination for city-dwellers wanting to spend a weekend, holiday, or summer in the country. In addition to the hotels around Court House Square, summer visitors took rooms in local boarding houses or made arrangements to stay in private homes.

In 1886, Charles G. Willson purchased five acres west of the town of Rockville, hired an architect, and began to build a large, four-story brick "summer boarding house." Before the building was completed, Willson filed for bankruptcy. Among those looking at the building were the Trustees of the Rockville Academy. The unfinished hotel and adjoining three acres were bought for $6,000 by Mary J. Colley, proprietress of the Clarendon Hotel in Washington, D.C., and her partner Charles W. Bell.

When the Woodlawn Hotel opened for business in the spring of 1889, it was an immediate success. Summer guests, many of whom were prominent D.C. residents, enjoyed social gatherings, musical soirees, card games, dances, walks among the trees and cool country breezes. Ads for the Woodlawn boasted electric bells, gas lighting, artesian water, fresh country vegetables, breezy porches, and 40 guest rooms. Visitors usually came by train, traveling the mile from the railroad station to the hotel by carriage.

Rockville's "boom" continued into the Gay Nineties, until a series of depressions deflated the economy. Many summer boarders, such as Edwin and Lucy Smith, decided to build year-round residences on lots in new subdivisions opening around Rockville. They liked living in a small town convenient to federal government jobs in Washington. However, by 1906, the Woodlawn's owners, heavily in debt, had to sell. The hotel, stable, windmill, ice house, carriage house, laundry and servants quarters, and eight acres went to public auction.

The hotel was purchased by Dr. Ernest L. Bullard, a surgeon and professor of psychiatry and neurology from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Dr. Bullard renovated the hotel, by that time at the end of the trolley line. In 1910, he opened a sanitarium for the care of nervous and mental diseases, naming it for the 125 chestnut trees on the property. For many years, Dr. Bullard was the sole physician. For more than 75 years, three generations of Bullards operated Chestnut Lodge. The private hospital became known nationally for the quality of care and treatment, based upon the Bullards' philosophy that mental illness is treatable through a combination of psychoanalysis and occupational therapy. Well-known therapists, such as Frieda Fromm-Reichmann and Otto Will, joined the staff. Through the years, the Bullards added acreage and buildings to their property, and made their home at Rose Hill.

By 1997, Rockville had changed and so had the Bullard family. CPC Health, a nonprofit corporation, purchased the portion of Chestnut Lodge facing West Montgomery Avenue, but declared bankruptcy three years later. From 2001 to 2003, Rockville's only remaining resort hotel was owned by the Washington Waldorf School. In December 2003, the property was conveyed to Chestnut Lodge Properties, Inc.

Current Status & Disposition

Jan 2005: The Community/Activity Center was not approved for historical protection and is slated for demolition. (see That Damned Center below) Apparently, the older buildings on the original eight acres are historical sites, especially the main lodge and those structures on the front eight acres adjoining West Montgomery Ave.

There is a limited window of time.

Rockville, MD Planning Design Guidelines 2004 PDF

Maryland Historic Trust Building Inventory 2004


Historical Information

from peerlessrockville.org

Washington DC's only remaining resort hotel, built just outside Rockville, Maryland, in 1886 as a summer boarding house and named for 125 chestnut trees on its twenty acres, Chestnut Lodge was operated as a "sanitarium for the care of nervous and mental diseases" by the Bullard family for nearly a century.

Ownership history:

As the center of commerce and legal affairs for Montgomery County, Rockville was a fine locale for hotels. Beginning in the 1750s, travelers, courthouse clientele, salesmen, and visitors to the Court House town stayed at Lawrence Owen's ordinary, Charles Hungerford's tavern, Francis Kidwell's Farmers Hotel, the Washington Hotel, the Union Hotel (rebuilt as the Corcoran), the Montgomery House, and others.

The arrival of the B&O railroad in 1873 changed the town. Rockville became a destination for city-dwellers wanting to spend a weekend, holiday, or summer in the country. In addition to the hotels around Court House Square, summer visitors took rooms in local boarding houses or made arrangements to stay in private homes.

In 1886, Charles G. Willson purchased five acres west of the town of Rockville, hired an architect, and began to build a large, four-story brick "summer boarding house." Before the building was completed, Willson filed for bankruptcy. Among those looking at the building were the Trustees of the Rockville Academy. The unfinished hotel and adjoining three acres were bought for $6,000 by Mary J. Colley, proprietress of the Clarendon Hotel in Washington, D.C., and her partner Charles W. Bell.

When the Woodlawn Hotel opened for business in the spring of 1889, it was an immediate success. Summer guests, many of whom were prominent D.C. residents, enjoyed social gatherings, musical soirees, card games, dances, walks among the trees and cool country breezes. Ads for the Woodlawn boasted electric bells, gas lighting, artesian water, fresh country vegetables, breezy porches, and 40 guest rooms. Visitors usually came by train, traveling the mile from the railroad station to the hotel by carriage.

Rockville's "boom" continued into the Gay Nineties, until a series of depressions deflated the economy. Many summer boarders, such as Edwin and Lucy Smith, decided to build year-round residences on lots in new subdivisions opening around Rockville. They liked living in a small town convenient to federal government jobs in Washington. However, by 1906, the Woodlawn's owners, heavily in debt, had to sell. The hotel, stable, windmill, ice house, carriage house, laundry and servants quarters, and eight acres went to public auction.

The hotel was purchased by Dr. Ernest L. Bullard, a surgeon and professor of psychiatry and neurology from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Dr. Bullard renovated the hotel, by that time at the end of the trolley line. In 1910, he opened a sanitarium for the care of nervous and mental diseases, naming it for the 125 chestnut trees on the property. For many years, Dr. Bullard was the sole physician. For more than 75 years, three generations of Bullards operated Chestnut Lodge. The private hospital became known nationally for the quality of care and treatment, based upon the Bullards' philosophy that mental illness is treatable through a combination of psychoanalysis and occupational therapy. Well-known therapists, such as Frieda Fromm-Reichmann and Otto Will, joined the staff. Through the years, the Bullards added acreage and buildings to their property, and made their home at Rose Hill.

By 1997, Rockville had changed and so had the Bullard family. CPC Health, a nonprofit corporation, purchased the portion of Chestnut Lodge facing West Montgomery Avenue, but declared bankruptcy three years later. From 2001 to 2003, Rockville's only remaining resort hotel was owned by the Washington Waldorf School. In December 2003, the property was conveyed to Chestnut Lodge Properties, Inc.

Historical Information

The opening of the Metropolitan Branch of the B&O Railroad in 1873 expanded Rockville’s role in Montgomery County. In addition to being the center of commerce and county government, rail service enabled Rockville to become a summer resort destination and a commuter suburb to Washington, D.C. Several hotels were constructed after the railroad opened and attracted urban residents who wished to escape to the country for the summer or a portion of it.

Charles G. Willson bought a parcel of land from the estate of Rebecca Veirs in 1886 and purchased another parcel from John P. Mulfinger and wife a year later. The acquisitions totaled five acres along West Montgomery Avenue. Willson began construction of a large, four-story brick "summer boarding house" there in 1886 but he went bankrupt before the building was completed. It was sold at auction and described as follows in a legal document dated April 18,1887:

The improvements consist of a large four story Brick Building with a front of forty feet by seventy feet in depth, four stories in height with basement for kitchen and dining room, now in the course of erection and nearly completed… The brick building has been artistically designed by a skilled architect for a Summer Boarding House and with its natural surroundings will make one of the most attractive suburban resorts in the vicinity of Washington…also the following personal property which is suitably adapted to the completion of said Brick Building; viz, Lot of doors, window frames, weather boarding, flooring, posts for porches, shingles, bricks, rough boards and other building material.[1]

[1] Liber JA #4, Folio 303, Exhibit No. 1. Montgomery County Land Records

The property was then sold to Mary Colley, proprietress of the Clarendon Hotel in Washington, D.C. and her partner, Charles Bell, in 1889. Mrs. Colley also purchased lots 5, 6, 7 and 8 of the adjacent Rebecca Veirs Addition at about the same time to create an 8-acre parcel. The following was printed in the Montgomery County Sentinel on April 19, 1889:

"Mrs. Mary J. Colley and Mr. Charles W. Bell of Washington city [sic], have purchased through Mr. C. P. Luckett the unfurnished brick hotel at the west end of this town, with eight acres of land adjoining, for $6,000. It will require $4,000 to finish the building and it is expected to be ready for occupancy by the 1st of June next. The purchasers intend to carry on the hotel business in the building and make it the most attractive house of the kind on the line of the Metropolitan Branch Railroad.[2]

[2] "Local and Personal-Town and Country." Montgomery County Sentinel. XXXIV (April 19, 1889)

The Woodlawn Hotel opened for business in 1890. It catered to summer visitors, many of whom were prominent D.C. residents. Guests typically arrived by train and traveled the one mile west from the train station to the hotel by carriage. The Woodlawn had 40 guest rooms and contemporary amenities such as gas lighting, electric bells and artesian well water. Rockville’s resort boom continued through the 1890s and some summer boarders built year-round houses in the growing town. But the boom was over by 1906 and the owners of the Woodlawn were forced to sell the hotel at public auction.

The auction was advertised and the hotel was described as a "large and handsome brick building, three stories and basement, in a beautiful grounds containing eight acres of land." The advertisement noted that the hotel contained about forty conveniently arranged rooms, running water, an on-site gas plant that furnished gas for lighting and gas fixtures throughout the structure. The hotel was described as having porches on all three floors (since removed), a three-acre lawn in front, and situated in a grove of natural forest trees, including chestnut, oak and pine. A two-story frame building used as a laundry with servants’ quarters above and a stable and carriage house were included. The property was advertised as suited for a hotel, sanitarium or school.

In 1908, Dr. Ernest L. Bullard (1859-1931) acquired the defunct Woodlawn Hotel and, over the next year and a half, renovated it for his private mental health sanitarium. Over the years, some of the decorative elements were removed but the basic massing, silhouette and major composition of roof, fenestration and integral trim were retained. Central heating, electricity and modern plumbing were added. Dr. Bullard named the facility Chestnut Lodge for the 125 chestnut trees that were on the property at the time before they were destroyed by blight and replaced by other species.

Dr. Bullard began caring for patients in 1910. His wife, Rose, ran the administration end of the business and their son, Dexter, joined his parents as the hospital’s assistant physician in 1925. Dexter married Anne W. Wilson in 1927 and the young couple was almost immediately put in charge of running the hospital as the elder Bullards departed on a trip. Anne eventually became the hospital’s business administrator.

The Bullard family quickly achieved a national reputation in the treatment of mental and nervous disorders. After Dr. Ernest Bullard died in 1931, Dr. Dexter Bullard changed the focus of the hospital to Freudian psychoanalysis. Dr. Frieda Fromm-Reichmann joined the staff in 1935. Dr. Fromm-Reichmann is recognized as one of the leaders in the field of mental health, particularly in the treatment of schizophrenia. Dr. Dexter Bullard had the Frieda Fromm-Reichmann Cottage built for her in 1936 to entice her to stay at Chestnut Lodge despite other job offers. She stayed there until her death in 1957. Other outstanding doctors worked at Chestnut Lodge from the 1930s through the 1990s.

Expansion for housing of the staff began in the 1920s and continued through the 1930s. The Bullard family’s first home on the premises is now called the Little Lodge and was built around 1929 shortly after Dexter and Anne Bullard married and moved to the Lodge property. In 1935, the Bullards purchased the 41-acre Rose Hill Farm that adjoined Chestnut Lodge on the south and extensively renovated and modernized the farmhouse to use as their home. The Bullards began laying down roads and playing fields among the barns and outbuildings of Chestnut Lodge and Rose Hill in the 1930s. Eventually many of the farm buildings were transformed into doctors' offices and recreation facilities.

In 1945, the 115-acre farm, "The Maples" was purchased and converted for patient treatment and housing and renamed Hilltop House. Additional bursts of development activity occurred after World War II and in the late 1960s and early 1970s with the construction of office, research and recreational buildings located south of the original hotel building and its extant accessory structures. Four new brick patient buildings were added in 1987. Several houses on Thomas Street were also purchased for transitional patient housing.

The Maples farm was bisected by the construction of Interstate-270 and some of the property west of the highway was developed as a residential subdivision. Part of the southern portion of the property east of the highway was sold to the Montgomery County Board of Education as the site for Julius West Middle School.

In 1995, all of the remaining property owned by the Bullard family was put up for sale. It was eventually sold as two large parcels. The rear 40.69-acre portion fronting Great Falls Road was sold for single-family residential development and the front 20.43-acre campus was sold to Community Psychiatric Centers (CPC Health) to continue its use as a mental health facility. The Washington Waldorf School purchased the CPC portion in 2001.

Structures & Buildings:

Chestnut Lodge (4+ stories, brick)
Fromm-Reichmann's cottage
Upper Cottage (nurses dormitory)
Guard House
Pump House
Sullivan House
Meyer House
White House
Bus Shelter
Pool & Deck (south of gym)
Gym / Art Studio / Dance
Doctor's Office Building
Maintenance Building
Community Center / Activity Building
Stanley House
Wood Shop
Milk Store
Ice House

That Damned Center

The recent 'historic hoopla' over Chestnut Lodge sadly focuses on what is honestly the ugliest, most-rundown, most unsightly, least useful, and shittiest building on the property, "The Center" (the community/activity building). The only reasonable explanation is, "there goes bumbling government again."




Rose Hill Mansion, 215 Autumn Wind Way, March 2001

Although the Rose Hill mansion has been linked to the Bullard family of Chestnut Lodge for 2/3 century, the place goes back much farther in time. Eliza Wootton received 440 acres of land when she married Lewis Beall (brother of Montgomery County Clerk Upton Beall) in 1803. Their house was replaced with the current one by the 1840s. Eliza's second husband, Rev. John Mines, Presbyterian minister for Cabin John and Bethesda parishes and principal of the Rockville Academy, referred to "Rose Hill" in a volume of poetry he wrote in 1837.

Several Rockville notables, including attorney Edward Peter, local master builder Edwin West, and county health officer Claibourne Mannar later owned the farm. In 1935, Anne and Dexter Bullard, Sr. purchased Rose Hill. They remodeled and modernized the house, and raised dairy cows to support some of the sanitarium's operations. Rose Hill's place in local history is its status as an early farmhouse and its long-time associations with individuals prominent in Rockville. Recent research by Peerless Rockville Docent Beth Rodgers uncovered a personal account of her family's life at Rose Hill.

from Rockville MD Org

"Patricia Woodward also spoke as a citizen and former Head Nurse at Chestnut Lodge. She stated that the building was never called the Community Center, but the Activity Center. She related that Dr. Bullard’s and Dr. Frieda Fromm-Reichmann's forte was psychotherapy and part of the treatment was establishing contact with other persons and accepting responsibility. She said that there were seven treatment units at the hospital, each with its own medical doctor, head nurse, nursing staff and activities personnel. The Activities Building was used as part of the treatment regimen, but not the treatment itself. Activities happened in every unit, which were in a home-like setting. As patients began to improve and desire more latitude and privileges, they were allowed to go to the Activity Building escorted, then unescorted, with requirements to notify staff on arrival and departure. As the sense of responsibility and accountability developed and was proven, the patient was allowed more freedom. In that sense, Ms. Woodward explained, the Activities Building was not a place for treatment, but was a reward for improvement and part of an overall encompassing regimen. She said that if saving the Activities Building resulted in the loss of the proposed museum in the Frieda Fromm-Reichmann house, the City and its citizens would be the primary loser."

Hospital Data

from hospital-data.com



Services provided by CHESTNUT LODGE HOSPITAL:

Beds - Total (Total number of beds in a facility, including those in non-Participating or non-licensed areas): 110

Beds - Total certified (Number of beds in Medicare and/or Medicaid certified areas within a facility): 110

Physicians (The number of full-time equivalent physicians employed by a provider): 11

Change of ownership counter (The number of times a change of ownership (chow) has taken place for a particular provider): 2

Prior change of ownership (The date of a prior change of ownership): Aug 1996

Accreditation effective date (The effective date of the current period of accreditation by the joint commission on accreditation of health care organizations (jcaho) or the american osteopathic association (aoa)): Oct 1996

Accreditation expiration date (The expiration date of the current period of accreditation by the joint committee on accreditation of health care organizations (jcaho) or the american osteopathic association (aoa)): Oct 1999

Accreditation indicator (Indicates the organization that is responsible for the accreditation of the provider): JCAHO

Clia - Hosp lab id #1 (Number assigned to a hospital laboratory licensed in accordance with the clinical laboratory improvement act (clia)): 21D0212159

Current survey ever accredited (Indicates if this provider was an accredited hospital anytime during the current survey): Yes

Current survey ever non-Accred (Indicates if this provider was a non-Accredited hospital anytine during the current survey): No

Current survey ever swingbed (Indicates if this provider was a swingbed hospital anytime during the current survey): No

Dieticians (Number of full-time equivalent dieticians employed by a facility): 1

Medical school affiliation (The type of affiliation that a hospital may have with a medical school): NO AFFILIATION

Other personnel (The number of full-time equivalent other salaried personnel employed by a facility): 283.50

Participating code (y,n) (This code indicates whether a provider is participating in the Medicaid or Medicare program): Yes

Program participation (Indicates if the provider participates in Medicare, Medicaid, or both programs): MEDICARE AND MEDICAID

Registered nurses (The number of full-time equivalent registered professional nurses employed by a provider): 43.50

Resident program approved by ada (Indicates if the resident program at a hospital is approved by the american dental association): No

Resident program approved by ama (Indicates if the resident program at a hospital is approved by the american medical association): No

Resident program approved by aoa (Indicates if the resident program at a hospital is approved by the american osteopathic association): No

Resident program approved by other (Indicates if the resident program at a hospital is approved by other professional organizations): Yes

Srv: dietary (Indicates how dietary services are provided): PROVIDED BY STAFF AND UNDER ARRANGEMENT

Srv: home care unit (Indicates how home care services are provided by a hospital): PROVIDED UNDER ARRANGEMENT

Srv: laboratory (clinical) (Indicates how clinical laboratory services are provided in a hospital): PROVIDED UNDER ARRANGEMENT

Srv: pharmacy (Indicates how pharmacy services are provided): PROVIDED UNDER ARRANGEMENT

Srv: psychiatric (Indicates how psychiatric services are provided by a hospital): PROVIDED BY STAFF

Srv: radiology (diagnostic) (Indicates how diagnostic radiology services are provided by a hospital): PROVIDED UNDER ARRANGEMENT

Srv: social (Indicates how social services are provided): PROVIDED BY STAFF

Swing bed indicator (Indicates if a hospital provides swing bed services - Beds can be used for either hospital or long term care services): No

Type of facility (Indicates the category which represents the type of facility): PSYCHIATRIC

Medical social workers (Number of full-time equivalent medical social workers employed by a hospital or hospice): 49

Compliance: plan of correction (Indicates if a provider is in compliance with program requirements based on an acceptable plan for correction of deficiencies): COMPLIANCE BASED ON ACCEPTABLE POC

Compliance: status (Indicates if a provider or supplier is in compliance with program requirements): IN COMPLIANCE

Eligibility code (Indicates if a facility is eligible to participate in the Medicare and/or Medicaid programs): ELIGIBLE TO PARTICIPATE

Participation date (The date a facility is first approved to provide Medicare and/or Medicaid services): Jan 1993

Cable History Show

Montgomery County Council

5 Mar 2003 // for immediate release

Contact: Patrick Lacefield 240-777-7939 or Jean Arthur 240-777-7934


This month's edition of County Cable Montgomery's "Paths to the Present: Montgomery County Stories" explores historic Chestnut Lodge in Rockville.

Chestnut Lodge had its beginnings in 1897 as a summer resort hotel. Originally named the Woodlawn Hotel, this four-story, Empire-style brick structure boasted all the modern amenities available at the end of the 19th century. But in less than 10 years, Rockville's "resort boom" was over and the Woodlawn Hotel had to be sold. Ernest Bullard, a psychiatrist from Milwaukee, purchased the property in order to open a psychiatric sanitarium. He renamed it "Chestnut Lodge," for the 125 chestnut trees that surrounded the main building at the time.

For nearly a century, three generations of Bullards owned and operated Chestnut Lodge. Throughout the years, it expanded and grew, gaining a place of international prominence in the psychiatric community. The Lodge was closed and grounds sold in 2001.

This show looks at the history of Chestnut Lodge and features reminiscences with James Bullard, who grew up on the property, as well as interviews with Dr. Ann-Louise Silver, a former employee at Chestnut Lodge, and with Eileen McGuckian, Executive Director of Peerless Rockville.

"Paths to the Present: Montgomery County Stories" is an on-going series highlighting this county's local history and is jointly produced by the Montgomery County Council and the Montgomery County Historical Society. It can be seen on County Cable Montgomery (channel 6 on Montgomery County Cable) through April 5.

Book on Frieda

Redeeming Frieda: How one psychotherapist fought the demons of schizophrenia. - 'To Redeem One Person Is To Redeem the World' - book review by Psychology Today, March-April, 2002 by Paul Chodoff

TO REDEEM ONE PERSON IS TO REDEEM THE WORLD (Free Press, 2001) Gail Hornstein, Ph.D.

You may have missed the news item about the demise of Chestnut Lodge, a psychiatric hospital near Washington, D.C. The bankrupt hospital was sold at auction last spring, a victim, in part, of managed care. The news disturbed me, for Chestnut Lodge was the domain of Frieda Fromm-Reichmann, whom I met more than 50 years ago in the course of my psychoanalytic training.

Frieda, one of the 20th century's most prominent psychotherapists, was deeply committed to the American belief that a determined effort can solve any problem. She devoted her optimism--and her life--to treating the most intractable of all mental health problems: schizophrenia. Her efforts are the focus of Dr. Gail Hornstein's book, To Redeem One Person Is to Redeem the World.

Born in 1889 to an Orthodox Jewish family in Germany, Frieda held onto her heritage throughout her life. Indeed, the mystical doctrine of Tikkun--to redeem one person is to redeem the world--was key to her approach to treating schizophrenics. Bright and energetic, Frieda completed medical school and became a psychiatrist. During World War I she worked with Kurt Goldstein, who did groundbreaking research on brain damage.

After the war, Frieda undertook training in psychoanalysis in Berlin, first somewhat negatively with Hanns Sachs, one of Freud's disciples, then more positively with Georg Groddeck, one of Freud's contemporaries. Groddeck's conviction that psychotherapy could cure anything--even cancer--certainly influenced Frieda's attitude toward schizophrenia.

As Frieda's career prospered, she opened a sanitarium in Neuenheim, Germany, where she became Erich Fromm's analyst--then his lover. Today her behavior would be considered a serious breach of ethics, but then it was merely the stuff of gossip. They married in 1927.

In 1935--after Hitler's rise shattered her career--Frieda left Germany and eventually ended up at Chestnut Lodge. She remained at the lodge for 30 years and, with Harry Stack Sullivan, led a group of young analysts devoted to treating schizophrenics. Underlying Frieda's approach was the assumption that schizophrenia's symptoms are the patient's desperate efforts to escape terrors induced by childhood psychological trauma. Frieda regarded schizophrenia not as a medical illness but as a way of living. She believed that psychotherapy could vastly improve the lives of some patients, provided that the therapist rejected all dogma and was willing to do anything to help.

How successful was the effort? Do Frieda's methods have merit, or are they rightly condemned by the biological juggernaut that psychiatry is becoming? The book offers no clear answer. Hornstein, a psychology professor at Mount Holyoke College in Massachusetts, attempts to be fair, but her heart is clearly with Frieda and psychotherapy. She acknowledges that many patients had prolonged hospitalizations with persistent and serious symptoms, but she also makes frequent, rather vague assertions that many patients did well.

Chief among the apparent successes is Joanne Greenberg, who later wrote about her illness and treatment in her autobiographical novel, I Never Promised You a Rose Garden. The book made Frieda into something of a cult icon. Yet there is considerable controversy about the case: While some point to Greenberg as proof of psychotherapy's healing powers, others argue that Greenberg never had schizophrenia. Among the failures is Herman Brunck, who did not recover and later committed suicide. Hornstein defends Frieda against the allegation that Frieda's incompetence was responsible for his continued illness and subsequent death. She also defends Frieda's use of the term "schizophrenogenic mother," a phrase that suggests mothers cause the disorder.

Perhaps the most cogent piece of evidence offered on the efficacy of the lodge is found in a footnote summarizing results between 1910 and 1960. Of the patients discharged during this period, more than 70 percent were judged improved. This is not very informative, however, since Hornstein asserts that "the lodge counted almost any change as improvement."

Readers will no doubt argue the merits of Frieda's views on the nature of schizophrenia and the value of psychotherapy in its treatment. But I think they will agree that Hornstein's book is a lively, well-written account of a charismatic leader in an important period of psychiatry's history. A period that now appears to be fading fast.

Paul Chodoff, M.D., has been a practicing psychiatrist for more than 50 years. He met Frieda Fromm-Reichmann in 1950 during his training in psychoanalysis.

COPYRIGHT 2002 Sussex Publishers, Inc. // COPYRIGHT 2002 Gale Group

CPC Info

CPC HEALTH: Mental Health Provider Files Chapter 11 in Greenbelt, Maryland

The Washington Post reports that mental health provider CPC Health Corp. filed for bankruptcy reorganization under Chapter 11 in U.S. Bankruptcy Court in Greenbelt, Maryland. According to court documents, the Rockville firm will continue to operate. President Steven Goldstein said that even though layoffs are not planned yet, it might change after a careful review. "Buried in this great range of programs are probably certain services that are either under-reimbursed or poorly performing on the financial side," Goldstein added. Health Care Business Credit Corp., which has lent $6.5 million to CPC, is considered its largest creditor.

CPC Health posted assets of $15 million and debts amounting to $11 million upon filing. Many of those assets consist of land and buildings that aren't easy to convert to cash. CPC consists of 450 workers and 34 psychiatrists and psychologists. CPC delivers a wide array of mental health services to 4,000 patients a year at Chestnut Lodge Hospital, residential and outpatient facilities, the Lodge School, three group homes and several programs within county public chools.

CPC bought CNL for $4million.

Original Website

These pictures are from the last original chestnutlodge.com website, circa 2001, after it was bought by CPC but before it closed. More coming soon. Meanwhile, domain name squatters hold chestnutlodge.com.