Friday, August 18, 2006
Well They Tell Me I Was Born There…
As we continue the tour of scenic Star’s Hollow Middleboro, here’s a not very good set of pictures of the boarded up hospital formerly known as St. Lukes, which is where I careened heedlessly into the world on my mother’s 26th birthday, unaware what I was in for.
The first and third pictures are brightened, and the first, just in case, has smudged license plates, which are something that will happen without mention in other pictures as appropriate.
I didn’t go up onto Oak Street to get a good picture of the long side of the building. That’s where it looks most shamefully empty. Every time we go by it we talk about how sad that something isn’t being done with it. Someone was trimming growth as we walked by, so I wondered if that was a good sign.
My first doctor when I was a baby and for my first several years was located in a house-like building near this place. He also delivered the landlord’s wife, I learned when I used the “born in Middleboro” card while trying to ensure that we, not anyone else, would be rented this apartment.
The building looks so little to me now! It seemed so big when I was a kid, when we visited my aunt when she was having her gallbladder removed.