There are other buildings around the property as well, other remnants from the Children’s Home. There is a long building clad in dark wood that I believe was the cafeteria. A low stone building that I was told was the cafeteria originally, but which looks like it had a more industrial use. And a Quonset hut that apparently was used as a maintenance shed. Next to the Quonset hut was the site of the old bowling alley, which was demolished some years ago. There is also a large grassy area here, which is still used for people to come play catch with their dogs.
My sisters, brother and I lived at the home in 1976-1977. I remember we all did get separated from each other based on age. We didn’t see my little brother for months. I have a vivid picture in my head of what it was like there. I remember eating alot of apple jacks for breakfast:) -Candy Guenther
Its amazing to see all the different stuff that had happened to my fellow residents. I was fortunate enough to have mom and dad Head as cottage parents. In the seventies as we all know child abuse was just getting attention. And the methods used to correct children was also in the midst of change. To those who suffered needlessly and had been further abused by the people the state gave you to I am truly sorry, and that should have never taken place. But also remember the fellow residents who would break into houses, be disrespectful, out of control and would challenge any kind of authority no matter who they were. I never was beaten, molested, and in fact i had more trouble with “some” of the children trying to tell me to break the law and, a couple of times I did. the only difference was We didn’t get caught. But I don’t think I would’ve been a better person if I had not gone to the childrens home. Because there I knew I was loved by Mom and Dad Head. –Steven Doherty
Mom Barbara was our weekend parent. She was old enough to be my grandmother but “cooler” than most of the people I knew my own age. She was the first “grandmotherly” aged woman I had ever seen wear t-shirts, jeans and Nikes. Being in the system as long as I had been, I was used to seeing women in skirts and pantyhose and if there was ever a pair of pants to be seen among them, they were polyester slacks. Yuck!! Mom Barbara was a great friend and I will never forget her. She made the best potato soup ever. She and I would make it together every other Saturday. We would peel potatoes together and we would talk about what she had done all week. She’d ask questions about me and my life and she often asked me to think about the future and how I would like things to be. She told me I was a smart kid and had the potential for great things. No one had ever said things like that to me before. But we’d talk and laugh and she did this one arm hug thing that I loved. And the soup was always so good. All my cottage sisters were about sick of it. But I loved it, and if I thought I could have convinced Mom Barbara to have it every weekend, I would have tried. She was the first person I truly respected. I remember thinking after doing something stupid that she was going to be disappointed in me, and I remember it hurting. Realizing that I cared about an adult who in return cared about me changed my life forever. I learned from her that not all adults were like my mother. She showed me that there were adults that really did love me. And she taught me how to make the best potato soup ever. Maybe it was not so much the soup as it was the time I spent with Mom Barbara that I loved so much. And the one arm hugs. Either way, they are great memories. -Misty VanHavel