Exploring the Ruins of Seaside Sanatorium

Seaside Sanatorium

Off a quiet shoreline street, a sign reading "Seaside State Park" adorns an entryway. From a distance, one isn't sure what exactly to expect. Trees block it's initial size, giving a little tease before opening itself up fully. The style mimics something of country mansion rather than a home for sick children. The details are stunning with its ornate designs, brick exterior, and stone archways. On a chimney, a nest with an osprey is perched above, chirping. Even in its abandonment, its beauty from its prime still stands out among the cracked glass and graffitied walls. The contrast against the gray skies is beautiful – showcasing it as a gem rather than something unnerving. 

Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium

In the 1930s, architect Cass Gilbert created this place for children with tuberculosis. The setting was considered a masterpiece. The ocean air and sunshine was a huge benefit to help treat the children's affliction. In the 1950s, it became a geriatric home and in the 1970s, it transformed yet again into a home for the mentally ill. Around the 1970s reports of abuse lasted until the early 1990s with it’s finally closing in 1996. Now vines have started overtaking it – surrendering its manmade bones back to Earth. 

Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium

For the most part, it was only us here. Tranquility on the beach, exploring things in the sand. Finding crab parts and little shells with the haunting institution in the backdrop. As I was gazing up at the building staring into a gaping hole with stairs that didn't appear to end – a bike whizzed by knocking me out of my thoughts of hoping an apparition would flutter by. 

Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium

Tranquility on the beach, exploring things in the sand. Finding crab parts and little shells with the haunting institution in the backdrop.

Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium

Modern development is quick. Historic sites are being torn down and revamped daily. My own apartments used to be an abandoned mill I drove past my whole life and even explored in my youth. 

Do you love abandoned places? Do they frighten you or are you hoping to come across something strange?

Is Summer Ever Ending?

Things are humid here. Think: hair frizzing as big as Nanny Fine's kind of humid. Less put together but just as large. We've had such a good summer here. We were able to go up to New Hampshire on vacation for a week, we've been to the beach a few times, swimming in the lake, went kayaking, visited submarines, we've gone on a hike, and so much more fun stuff. We had a wholesome summer filled with memories. 

But my heart is in Autumn. Always autumn. The cool, crisp air. The color palette. The spookiness. It calls to me like a lost lover. I will admit, I hate that winter follows it. It's a beautiful season filled with a tranquil calm. A reminder good things must come to an end, but they always come back. The seasons teach us things often come in cycles. Little rhythm patterns. Sometimes I wish I lived in a place without winter but I know it brings me this sense of humbleness. Things are uncomfortable in winter. The bulkiness of clothes I feel are weighing me down, the constant drip from my nose, the redness of my cheeks, the shoveling of the cars with sore muscles we could only wish hot chocolate could cure. On the plus side, the beauty of winter is honestly unmatched. The coziness. Curling up with movies, making snowmen, peppermint coffee, lots of baked goods to keep your house warm. 

Although I'm over the humidity, I am sad to see summer go. What did you do this summer? What's your favorite season?

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Shayna Shattelroe

25 years old. Mama to Maddox. Word weaver. Lover of love. Coffee addict. Psychological science student. 

A woman of curious nature, my name is Shayna. I am wild & reserved. Humbled & proud. Quiet & clamorous. Strange & familiar. I live in the trees of New England typing away as lifestyle blogger. You can always find me with a coffee cup in one hand and a book in the other.

Blogging since 2005, I’ve had an innumerable amount of blogs on a vast number of platforms. Finally, I’ve found one to call home: The Lovely Cicada. This blog is a piece of myself I extend to you.

Christmas Snapshots

So many past Christmas memories stand out but none have been better since having my little family and none have been better than this year. Nothing about it was rushed or exhausting. I finished Christmas gifts early, I baked early, I got Christmas pajamas early. It snowed Christmas morning so instead of leaving quickly after presents and breakfast to go to Dave's brothers, we were able to stay home and take things as slow as we wanted. 

Dave's gifts were so thoughtful. He got me an INCREDIBLE solar-powered watch with a minimal, Roman-numeral face and black leather strap, a beautiful quill set, and Godsgrave by Jay Kristoff (the sequel to Nevernight which is one of my all time favorite books.) My mother and extended in-law family also killed it with their gifts (like a Ravenclaw tumbler??!) and I'm so grateful for everyone in our lives.

Maddox received so many wonderful gifts from us and from the rest of his family and friends. Initially, he was so careful opening his gifts almost as if he were afraid to rip the paper. But after some time, he started tearing right in wondering what was beneath the paper's surface he could play with. And he's always so grateful which makes my heart melt. He loves giving hugs and saying thanks for all his presents which makes me so warm to have such a kind soul for a child.

As I said, this was one of my favorite Christmas's so far. So joyous to spend time with family. Lots of smiles and laughs and thankfulness. Merry all around.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and is ready for 2018. Stay tuned for a wonderful New Year's post about goals and resolutions. 

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Shayna Shattelroe

25 years old. Mama to Maddox. Word weaver. Lover of love. Coffee addict. Psychological science student. 

A woman of curious nature, my name is Shayna. I am wild & reserved. Humbled & proud. Quiet & clamorous. Strange & familiar. I live in the trees of New England typing away as lifestyle blogger. You can always find me with a coffee cup in one hand and a book in the other.

Blogging since 2005, I’ve had an innumerable amount of blogs on a vast number of platforms. Finally, I’ve found one to call home: The Lovely Cicada. This blog is a piece of myself I extend to you.