The most valuable aspect of the Fergus Falls Hospital is the apparent lack of objection by the community to being neighborly with a spectrum of individuals under the auspices of mental illness. For over a century, the facility housed a tenth of the town’s population.
Imagine, for the purposes of conversation, that returning the hospital to a newly renovated in-patient treatment facility would allow for a capacity of five hundred residents. Now imagine the alternative. How much time would be required at city council meetings to obtain neighbors’ approval to house five hundred residents in group homes of fifteen residents, or thirty-three sites. It’s mind-boggling, as more often than not the site will not pass the NIMBYs, and thus the process would start over and over again.
The stories told during the tour of the historic complex included tales of interaction in the town of Fergus Falls. Some residents simply walked off the campus and were not pursued. Some residents were gregarious in their interaction with visitors on the long grassy lawn in front of the entrance of the building. But there they coexisted, the residents who lived in the facility over one hundred and twenty-five years and the townspeople of fifteen thousand.
I overheard bits of conversation after the tour guide had wrapped up his talk. A nurse who had started working at the hospital in 1977 was relating some of her memories to a cluster of silver-haired women. A man of a similar generation shared that he had lived on site in his youth. The reality of people’s stories is never as frightening as what is envisioned by a neighborhood asked to become host to this group of society. The reality is far more banal and empathetic.
It’s hard not to believe that the hospital brought many a profession or at least a stable job with a pension. Although not near a bustling metropolis, the area has many beautiful natural features in its lakes and open spaces. For those interested in the outdoors, hunting and fishing, there isn’t a better place to be. For those who enjoy a nestled small town atmosphere or space that acreage living affords, this is where you can find both. A housing and professional facility for those who now live under bridges and in tents on concrete curbs could bring solace to the residents and an income for local residents.
The town not doubt has a mix of good memeories, humorous memories, and undoubtedly some bad ones. But never has it been said or implied that the hospotal closed under pressure from the nieghbors.
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