As a kid I remember older folks using the term"ending up in the poor house".I always believed it to be just a term meaning one was broke. Well, recently I did a little research on this building. I have passed this gorgeous piece of fine architecture a bazillion times in my life. I'm kinda obsessed with this place. Just ask my husband! Well come to find out,this was built to house the poor in the 1800's.
It is privately owned now and it has fallen into disrepair. Such a sad thing.
Sometime during the 1900's it was used by or for a bible college. Now she just sits crumbling away peacefully to the music of birds that have made their homes in her trees. A more serene place I have not encountered. Despite the broken windows and boarded up doors she is still beautiful in an almost spiritual kind of way.
I guess you could say she did her job.I just wish she had been treated more kindly.