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One of many graffiti on the walls at Parmadale says “Witness the End.”
The end began Friday morning, as an excavator tore into the brick walls, concrete floors and slate roofs of one of the 1925 Tudor-style dormitories (modestly called cottages) at this widely beloved, sometimes hated Catholic orphanage turned treatment center and future parkland.
Former residents say it’s inevitable but sad to see their old home become part of the adjacent West Creek Reservation. “There are a lot of memories there,” said John Abraham, a resident, house father and activities director for decades,
Like many Catholic institutions and former orphanages, the 93-year-old Parmadale became controversial in later years. A few workers were convicted of sexual offenses against residents. Three were fired but acquitted in a 17-year-old’s death under restraint.
But alumni from the orphanage era say they saw no abuse. Instead, they remember strict but loving nuns, each overseeing a cottage of 40 children.
The nuns woke the youngsters at 6:15 a.m. They shut the lights at 9:30 p.m. They passed out toothbrushes for scrubbing each cottage. No wonder the place was dubbed “Parmajail.”
But alumni also remember finding lucky coins hidden in pancakes, splashing in an outdoor pool, tossing horseshoes, picking Christmas gifts from Sears Roebuck catalogues, barbecuing hot dogs on bedsprings, wolfing down fried chicken and mashed potatoes on Sundays, catching live turkeys for Thanksgiving feasts and chopping down trees in 52 acres of woods for forts and tepees.
“Can you imagine giving kids axes today?” marvels Marilyn Osborne, who graduated in 1967.
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I remember the tooth brushes for cleaning the school floors (girls) the boys had to clean the statues with the brushes. Never had barbecues. or swimming.
As much as they would like everyone to believe it was a wonderful place with loving nuns doing fun activities with the children, that could not be further from the truth of reality. I believe all those “fun activity photos” are nothing more than staged photo ops to cover up what was really going on. In the years I lived there, it was a place where only stuff of horrific nightmares became your reality, orchestrated by nuns I truly believe we’re mentally ill and were taught midevil torture techniques to perform as your punishment and their enjoyment.
Worse place you can hardly begin to imagine. So happy to see it has been DEMOLISHED. But the memories of those of us that suffered tremendously at the hands of those nuns, and priests, cannot be demolished so easily. It unfortunately formed part of who we are that can never be erased but only used to make us stronger than steel, speaking from PERSONAL experience.
If I knew about the lawsuits and timeline, I certainly would have submitted something, as it is an experience that devastates your entire life.