Spud, Yesterday’S Child
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Many parents left their children in these homes, while they made many efforts to find jobs and survive themselves.
The Second World War came along by the nineteen forties, the war effort needed many workers to build the war machine that was needed to send our troops into battle. Women became the strong workforce needed. Again, this left many children stranded at a home with no parent. The foster homes and orphanages continued their efforts to hold or house these children.
This story is the true story of one such child that ended up spending his first seventeen years in foster homes or orphanages. It gives some insight as to what it may have been like for our children of the depression and war years.
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Spud, Yesterday’S Child - Padric Mcduffie
Copyright © 2014 by Padric McDuffie.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2014915442
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-4990-6762-0
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CONTENTS
DEDICATION
AUTHOR’S NOTE
INTRODUCTION
Chapter 1 EARLY YEARS
Chapter 2 WHO AM I?
Chapter 3 MY NEW HOME
Chapter 4 FADING PICTURE OF DAD
Chapter 5 GROWING UP TOO FAST
Chapter 6 THE LORD’S HOME FOR CHILDREN
Chapter 7 ON MY OWN
REFERENCES
DEDICATION
To the many institutionalized children who went out into the world to become parents and workers in a competitive business climate, without the benefit of having models or training in the institution that would prepare them for family structures. The give and take of relationships based on everyday living as workers, girl and boyfriends, parents, and female and male relationships within the adult world. The growing- up role models in a free society were absent from the world of foster homes and orphanages.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
The names of people and certain places have been changed to protect the innocent and to continue the story.
INTRODUCTION
During the 1930s and the 1940s, the United States experienced an economic depression and World War II. It became very difficult for parents with large families to support their children. As a result Foster homes and orphanages began springing up across the United Sates at a fast pace. The demand grew rapidly making these homes, more popular as a solution for these families. It is significant to point out that parents with one to five children found their independence shattered by the economic demands.
Unfortunately some parents saw an opportunity to vacate their responsibility of what seemed to be a ball and chain effect on their pleasures of living. It is also important to note that after the war, many women who became bread winners
did not want to give up their freedom and income associated with the wartime jobs.
The journey that you will be taking as you read this book will give you a look at the real story—as seen by a boy in a real life journey through foster homes, children’s homes, and orphanages—and the vain attempt of one parent who tried to hold on to her son.
As fine as the institutional residences for children may seem, in the shadows of the walls and windows of these homes were many lessons of living in a void, which may well have been unavoidable during the Depression years. These experiences are the living time for this boy. Children coming out of these institutions are naïve at best and, as such, become victims of those who would take advantage of their innocence, in many ways, by unscrupulous scoundrels.
Today we find very few of these institutions. We are indeed in an economic depression. We still have the problems facing families. Today, since there are very few (if any) institutions to house young people within family duress situations.
The grandparents’ houses have become homes for the children of their children. Not without difficulty however, many of the young adults expect more from their family members. The grandparents become victims of schemes to achieve these expectations by their family’s offspring. News items from across the country report this problem with accounts of elder parents and grandparents having faced severely difficult problems, and in some cases violence done by these children of the economic era downturn. Much pressure has been placed at the doorstep of many of our parents and grandparents. According to an AARP article written by Sally Abraham (2013) there are fifty-one million multiple generation homes in the United States. Many of the young adults living with parents or grandparents do try to share expenses and work around the home; however, expectations of the young, very often conflict with the established house rules of living.
CHAPTER ONE
EARLY YEARS
My early years were spent in a Home for Abandoned and Neglected Children. My name is Michael Johns, born August 5, 1933, according to documents provided over the years from various sources. I asked the matron about who I was and who my mom and dad were. He would never tell me. Years later when I found the home I was in I found that matron, just getting ready to retire. His name as near as I am able to determine was a Mr. Jonas. My friend for many years, Daniel Hawkins, now deceased, was a sports reporter for the Valley North News in Denver, found the address of the place when he talked to a friend of his in the welfare department. I remembered some things about the home and my trip out of the home with my new parents. When I told his friend about remembering a big sign of a train coming over the bridge, she knew right away which home I was in. We went to the home, the Home for Abandoned Children, and asked the man for information on my past. He told me the State law kept him from telling me, so it went nowhere. It would be illegal to tell me anything relating to my incarceration at the home and letters from my mom during my stay at this home. He could not even share them with me, knowing how much they would mean to me in my early, years.
He did tell me that I was brought to the home by the family services lady, and she told him I was left in the St. John Hotel in Littleton, Colorado, and they guessed my age at three to five weeks. Later my birth date was confirmed by the letters from my mother to the matron. I believe the information I was later to get later indicated that a lady and her daughter owned the hotel. They kept the baby for a week, thinking the lady would come back, but that just did not happen. The lady could not keep up with the baby’s needs, and decided to contact authorities.
They called somebody from the state and turned me over to the Child Guardians of the Denver County department, who in-turn took me to the home. It has always bothered me that no person at the home or in the child services department would give me any information. It took me years to find out what home I was in. I did find out that a lady named, Helen Young and her daughter ran the St. John Hotel in Littleton, Colorado.
My earliest days of remembering my past started around three years of age when I was allowed to go out into the dirt area of the homes big yard. This was the area where the older kids got to play baseball. It was a dusty area, and every time we went in to eat lunch or dinner, we all had dirt on our faces. This was particularly true of the older boys and girls who were playing baseball and when they hit the ball and ran the bases, sometimes sliding into a base they got showered with dust. The matrons tried to get us little ones out of the dust bowl, as I heard one other older kid call the area. The matrons never let us go out onto the field by ourselves because we were too little.
One day while I was watching, a tall older girl swinging hard to hit the ball thrown at her from a boy in the middle of the field. The girl’s bat came down hard on her left leg and she screamed as she fell writhing to the ground. For the minute I was standing there it hurt me so bad I cried. The girl was crying out for help, as the matron led me away back to the dormitory, but I could not get the picture of her out of my mind. I later was told that she broke her leg. I thought about that for several days as the matron was trying to get me to forget the incident. My matron was a man and he seemed old to me.
A small red-and-white bus-like car with red flashing lights and a loud screaming noise drove up and took the girl away just before we left the field.
My fun times early in my stay were when we went out into the big grassy area in the middle of the homes front property to play. This was at special times, like the Fourth of July. It was during this time that Jeremy and I got to look for four leaf clovers. Jeremy and I had so much fun looking for four leaf clovers that we began to build a good bond between us.
My matron, Mr.