48th and Woodland Avenue
|Willis G. Hale ain't nuthin' to... you know the rest.|
The origins of this crazy building are couched in the legendary story of Annie C. Inglis, an eighteen year old paraplegic girl that spawned a Willis G. Hale Gigastructure. Annie had what back then was called "spine disease" and was bound to a wheelchair her entire life. She became concerned about other paraplegics that were not born to a rich family like she was, and Annie's teenage years became consumed with planning a home for others that suffered as she did. Her plan came to be known as the Philadelphia Home for Incurables. Back then, people weren't pussies. They just called shit what it was.
|Annie C. Inglis, from the age when teenagers could actually wanted to accomplish shit besides their dumbass twitter accounts.|
They raised the ducats so quickly that the organization was able to purchase the five-acre block across the street from their rented home for $5,500 and get the Badass of Badasses, the King of Kick-Assitecture, the Victorian Beastmaster, Willis G. Hale, to design their new $25,000 facility.
Hale just assumed the patients were incurable because they could not will masonry from their fingertips like he could. He was like, "Those poor souls!"and whipped up this awesome building design for them in like 7 seconds. In November 1880, only five years after that first dollar, this monster was officially opened with a gala event.
The Home was a piece of magnificence. Fairmount and Dorchester stone in the facade, red and buff Akron tiles on the roof. It had high tech shit like direct steam radiation and an elevator. The ventilation and lighting systems were so badass that they had their own fucking patents!
The Home for Incurables became a huge success. A $37,000 Children's Building was built in 1895 and a $60,000 Men's Cancer Annex was added in 1905.
|With non-Hale additions.|
The demolition date of this juggernaut is unknown. It stood vacant for decades after the Home moved and shows up as a vacant property in the 1942 WPA map. By time the 1960's rolled around, it was GONE and replaced with Comegys Park. I don't know who the fuck Benjamin Comegys was but he has a lot of shit named after him in this particular neighborhood.
This building is a reminder that a lot of Hale's greatest shit is looong gone. Shit.
|Fuck Ben Comegys. It should be called Hale Park, Inglis Park, or better yet, Incurables Park.|