Friday, December 15, 2017

Photography Inside The Walls

Sharing some of the shots captured by two amazing photographers during the tour of the Missouri State Penitentiary.  There was great architecture and amazing lighting. It was an experience I was fortunate to be a part of. See my previous blog post to read about the history of the prison and what went down there! Stepping inside the cells was not easy...the thought of slamming doors and once held prisoners here...the thought of stepping into "hell"...it plays with your mind. However, after I talked myself into it and of course had an emergency plan in my head, in case I got trapped, I stepped in.  End goal accomplished.

📸: Emily Lynn Photography-Lawrence, Kansas
📸: Leslie Spurlock Photography-McKinney, Texas
HMU: Yours Truly

⏺Women's Cell Block⏺





{Leslie Spurlock Photography}

⏺Prison Yard⏺

⏺Death Row⏺


⏺One Phone Call⏺

⏺What they referred to as "Hell"⏺





⏺Post Office and Parachutes⏺


An afternoon in prison that I won't forget! 
Shona



Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Shawshank Redemption Minus the "Roll On One"

Missouri State Penitentiary is the bloodiest 47 acres in America. That being said, I couldn't pass up the chance of getting a private tour of the facility when asked to participate in a photo-shoot. I have never toured any prison...and I was very much interested in the history behind "The Walls" as it was referred to.

History: Opening in 1836 and closing in 2004, it was the oldest operating prison west of the Mississippi River.  The maximum security institution initially consisted of only one guard, one warden, fifteen prisoners and a foreman of the brick making company. The prisoners were employed there and in fact, most of the buildings there were constructed by prisoners using not only brick but also stone that was found on site.  Famous inmates: Charles Arthur "Pretty Boy" Floyd imprisoned in 1925 for robbery. Charles "Sonny" Liston, cell #33, imprisoned for armed robbery in 1950, learned to box while in prison and was paroled in 1953. James Earl Ray, from 1960-67, until he escaped in a bread box and one year later charged for the murder of MLK. All I could think about was that I was walking on the same concrete floors that these individuals walked on, seeing and walking in to their actual cells, it was an eerie feeling for sure. 

When we arrived there one Tuesday afternoon, we were greeted by a former warden of the prison who is now responsible for the Missouri Penn Tours.  Once we were all present, the front doors slammed.  There was no getting out, seriously. Locked in and he had the only key.  Did I mention we had to sign a waiver and release of liability? The initial entrance didn't seem too scary, after all, it's just a few buildings with jail cells, right? Wrong.  A case of shanks and shives all made by prisoners was displayed...some were pretty impressive too. I wonder if they tried to "dig" their way out or they were mainly used for weapons...

The first building we toured housed the women.  They differed slightly from the mens with shorter jail cells and the bars of the doors weren't rounded but rather more of a triangle-shape.  Seriously, shorter cells, were the women shorter back then? I stood in the doorway and barely cleared it.  The building didn't feel too "creepy"as there were windows all the way around so a lot of light was let in.  Maybe they were being "easy" on the women back then.  The cell's were small, two beds and toilet, that's it.  I would never last there.

The men's cells were taller and the bar's of the doors were rounded, as I pictured all of them would be. Think Shawshank Redemption...as what the warden referred to it as.  Rows of cells, 4 stories high in one particular building.  I just kept wondering how this place ran, what happened on a daily basis.  Phone booths, barber chairs, and a mail box for those prisoners who wanted to send a letter. 

Next up, "Death Row"...this is where it really hit me.  The worst of the worst, those who did unfathomable crimes, were housed here...and behind two rows of bars, not just one.  Those on death row were allowed one hour per day to exercise in a nearby fenced-in area.  Because conditions here were "unfavorable" compared to other facilities, changes were made and prisoners were rewarded for good behavior.  Excuse me? You are on death row, you don't get those privileges...I would have been a terrible warden.  Anyway, in 1989, 70 death row inmates were sent to Potosi, a max-security prison for high-risk male inmates.

And finally, we entered what was referred to as "hell", a place where prisoners were basically taken to die.  No light, no toilet, hay for beds, no clothing, meals slid under the door, and 10 men to a cell.  However these "cells" were different. They were made of stone and the doors were solid.  Each prisoner, if sent here, stayed a minimum of 10 days...the record in one of these rooms, 15 years.  Let that sink in. 

The gas chamber. Because of lack of time, I wasn't able to see this area.  But from 1938-1965, 39 prisoners were executed here.  In 1989, George "Tiny" Mercer was the last man to be executed in the gas chamber, but it was by lethal injection. From Belton, Missouri, he was the president of two motorcycle clubs, the Missing Links and the Rancid Riders. Clearly he was missing a few links himself.  He was put to death for the rape and murder of a 22 year-old cocktail waitress. Injected at 12:03, losing consciousness 3 minutes later and pronounced dead at 12:09.  Night night Tiny. Around a dozen people carried candles to protest his execution.  I wonder where all of his motorcycle friends were? 

One last story told by the warden involved a man getting his jugular cut...his comment and I quote, "I have never seen so much blood, and it was just squirting out of him everywhere."  Me, being the nurse, thinking and picturing what that probably looked like to them...because the force behind that vein being cut is like that of a fountain.  Needless to say, that prisoner didn't make it. 




 Women's Prison 


 Cell #33, Charles "Sonny" Liston





{Emily Lynn Photography} 


Death Row 

"Hell"
{Emily Lynn Photography}

Break free...it's a sight worth seeing. 
I will share more of {Emily Lynn's Photography} in my next post!
Shona




Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Ozark National Forest + The Creepy Cat

Sunday morning, we packed up the car and headed North out of Ouachita on Hwy 27 towards our next camping destination in the Ozark National Forest.  The drive was loaded with curves and hills but the views were again, gorgeous.  Not having set plans on where to camp, we decided to just figure it out when we got there.  We made a quick stop to pick up some gas station snacks and a bottle of water...which is where I found out that on Sunday's, Arkansas is a dry state. Wait, what? The clerk must have thought at first that bottle of water was a beer because that's when he told me, no beer on Sunday's.  That is when I realized we polished off what we had yesterday...

We made our way across Lake Dardanelle and made a quick stop in Clarksville to pick up a few groceries.  Of course on the way I was googling the state laws, sure enough, dry state.  We decided to ask a local, who informed us that just one county over, they have the permit to sell on Sunday.  Altus, here we come.  Made sense too as we drove through the popular German-Swiss town which houses many of the wineries of Arkansas, ...it's our lucky day!  After given a few recommendations on where to camp, we left town on Hwy 64 making the next North on Pig Trail Scenic Byway.  We passed a few camping areas but were lead back to a small, secluded area.  We drove the circle and decided to set up at campsite #10, Redding Recreational Area would be our home for the next two days. 

With only one other couple camping and few daytime fisherman, this place was definitely going to be quiet.  We introduced ourselves to the couple a few spots over, a very nice elderly man and woman, sitting near the fire each reading a book while cooking their dinner in a cast iron pot.  Retired and living the camper life.  The BF had to run up to Turner Bend for bit more firewood as we were having trouble finding enough, so I finished setting up camp, took a few camp photos, and decided to go ahead and start the fire. He was hestitent to leave me there alone but I had Lola and a firearm and a hatchet and a knife, I'll be fine I said.  I've seen Walking Dead. 

Remember that couple I mentioned, they made their way down about an hour later and asked us if we had something warm to eat, that they had leftover stew we could have.  We thanked them, but we had just made chili and for tonight's menu, chili-dogs and of course, s'mores.  I often wonder what they may have said about two "younger" people tent camping in the middle of nowhere.  I wonder if they themselves used to be like us, adventuring and continuing to this day. 

After dinner, it was already dark so each wearing our headlamps, we prepared to settle in front of the fire for a night of card games.   Then I saw them, two little green eyes staring back at me...what the hell? I imagined it was an opossum, but as I marched closer I realized  it was just a house cat, thankfully black AND white, and I hissed it away, literally.  But it didn't stay away. All night, that creepy little furr-ball would sneak to different areas of our camp, only backing off when we scared it away.  It was so quiet, you never even heard the leaves wrestling as it came closer.  Our conversations turned to why this cat wouldn't stay away...was it a sign? Did something happen here? Are we safe? Seriously, this was not a place I would stay without protection, just in case...you know, bears or bigger cats...and then the tree which looked as if a snake had made its stake there, see pic below.  Did I mention this place was dark...I mean no lights at all, except the bath house which was a distance away and you had to make your way through the trees.

To no surprise, neither one of us slept well. We had a plan though...firearm, right boot, me with the key fob in case I needed to hit the panic button...I giggle as I write this.  Better safe than sorry.  That night was cold too...we were in a valley so although the temperature was about 40', it felt much colder.  The only sounds heard were coyotes and owls...all night long. The owls would go back and forth, eventually interrupting each other and as I laid there awake listening, I thought to myself, how rude.

The next morning, the BF got the fire going and he cooked breakfast sausage and biscuits and gravy and as the sun came out it was starting to warm up.  We made coffee and hot tea and sat down to put in a few games of dominoes.  We walked around the camp ground and down the the Mulberry River which was crystal clear and the reflections of the pine trees across the river were stunning.  We waved goodbye to our neighbors as they headed on their way before packing up our camp and heading back to Kansas.  It was a great get-a-way and we are already planning our next camping adventure.













 






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Shona