Cottage #4 was the only one that faced Stewart Street rather than being aligned along Fifth. It was the last of the four with a central courtyard. Later this was used as the Administration building for the DCFS.
I was among the first group of senior girls to move into the cottage on Stewart St. with our housemother, Martha Whitely. It was brand new and had state of the art kitchen appliances and a patio where we could barbecue in warm weather. We were able to do our own wash instead of helping in the laundry as we had done upon arrival, and each girl took a turn preparing dinner. Grace Giffen, the relief housemother, took all of us girls who were high school seniors (dressed in nice dresses with hats and white gloves), to the mother-daughter tea sponsored by the DAR of which she was a member. –Madelyn Colautti-Leonard
I also received the worst beating of my life there… perhaps deservedly, as I had punched a nun at the Catholic school on the hill, and beaten another child in the classroom to the point of hospitalization with a heavy book! Unquestionably in today’s society the perpetrator of my corporal punishment would’ve been charged with criminal abuse, as I was beaten with a plastic hose to the point of unconsciousness, however, I think Mrs. Rex carefully weighed the options; the most obvious being that should I do this again I would be sent to the reform school in Elko (a big step closer to a life of crime). Personally, I think she made the right choice – I never needed corporal punishment again, and became a well-mannered student. –Michael Corrieri
I was in the home with my sister from 80-83 in cottage 4 with Judy and Bill Routin (not impressed), my cottage sisters were the sisters Nicky, Brenda and Karen, then Heidi Ruff, my sister is Janyce, there was Grace and a few that came and went. I remember shawn from the far cottage cant remember the number, remember the Moores from cottage 5, brad, and a few others names just arent popping into my head. In our cottage as I have read on many others postings, we too went through some hell from our cottage parents but loved when mom peggy with her weiner dog, mom chris (the baker) would come that was our fun time. Remember hanging out at the playground til dark and running amok around the grounds with all the kids. Although I didnt enjoy exactly my time there looking back on it now it was probably better for me. -Debbie Keck
Mom Moore was an odd one. I think she had as many psychological issues as all of us juveniles did. Though on the surface she always seemed like a sweet woman, inside there was a control freak who could get mean if things were not just so. We had baseboard heaters in the bedrooms. Mom Moore told us that they were made special to draw air from all of our rooms into her room so she could smell it if we smoked anything. It was my first glimpse of the crazy side of her and it took a lot for me not to tell her I knew she was lying. -Misty VanHavel
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