After last Wednesday's tuning job, I made a dash to finish my Christmas shopping. My driving route took me past New England
Biolabs and I remembered that I hadn't written my follow-up post.

Mary called to tell me that she had picked up this magazine and noticed a familiar company featured. It seems that the founder of NE
Biolabs is quite the guy! The title of the article in
Northshore Life is
Don Comb: Generosity is in his Genes. Indeed! I quote from the
article by Heidi
Paek: "Those who know Comb describe him as a remarkably generous and productive person. Though he is a great-grandfather, he seems ageless, working daily in search of answers to pressing scientific questions. Motivated primarily by his desire to advance the greater good, Comb has been a life long advocate of science and the environment, and an influential supporter of the arts." The article continues for three pages sprinkled with explanations of tidbits such as gene research, enzyme
development,
Filariasis (a parasitic organism) and DNA, environmental stewardship, environmentally sustainable construction, Ocean Genome Legacy Foundation, art as a universal form of expression, and bio-diversity of the world. What I gleened is that primarily NE Biolabs is involved in advancing the 'pre'curing of disease by discovery of the genetic cause and treatment at a genetic level. Pretty cool guy.
But, before that article there was another that held nearly equal fascination for me.
The Danvers Insane Hospital: What Evil Lurks, by M. Renee Buckley.

Having grown up on the north shore and having made the trip back and forth on Route 1, through
Danvers, hundreds of times during my life, I've always been fascinated with the enormous Gothic presence of, what we referred to as, the
Danvers State Mental Hospital. It sits high on a barren hill above acres of fields. Ominous. The main building, called
Kirkbride, is a 70,000 square foot brick structure surrounded by many large 'out' buildings. The article was a superficial swipe at the more mysterious and possibly haunted aspects of the hospital which was closed in 1992. The hospital was built in 1878 and was designed to house 600 patients. At it's worst, 2000 poor souls were crammed in to the facility. By the 1980's only about 200 patients remained.
During the late 1940's, my great grandmother was
commited to
Danvers State Hospital.

Nancy had spent a short time living with her daughter and family prior to her commitment. In those days the family lived in an apartment behind the office of GP, Dr.
Peris. By today's standards it seems an odd arrangement. The only telephone, located in the doctor's office, was shared with my grandparents (and my mother). During the hours that the doctor's office was closed, my grandmother would answer any emergency calls and then call the doctor at his home. Also, the doctor's office had no facilities for sterilization. Dr.
Peris would let himself in to my grandparent's apartment to boil his instruments in a pan on their kitchen stove. Nancy went to live with her daughter's family, in her latter years, as she began suffering from dementia. My mother remembers that in Nancy's short stay with them her condition worsened to the point that she would frequently wander unclothed. Considering the living (and sharing) arrangements, this posed an insurmountable problem. Long before the days of skilled nursing care or nursing homes,
Danvers State was the only option. Nancy lived the last few months of her life there.
Today, the
Kirkbride building is designated as an historic building and has become the central part of a high-end apartment complex, Avalon
Danvers, built upon the same footprint as the
Danvers State Hospital atop
Hathorne Hill.
So, what started out as the coincidental discovery of an article that tied in to my blog post then led, for me, to a much more personal search in to the past.