This is maybe a very different perspective than most of the posts here - although I haven't come close to reading them all.
I to was at "The Farm" 72-73 ish; I was a "workers" kid. My dad had just died and mom packed us up and moved us to C.C., Tx. I guess she was the equivalent of one of his lieutenants; I know she flew around with him alot and she also taught at the school -typing and accounting stuff - (everything but raising her own sons).
You know at the time I didn't know any better because my mom kept us so "sheltered" from the world and it was a place to be feared, the devil was under every rock, etc..... Well let me tell you I am pissed about it - for alot of reasons (like alot of cool stuff that was going on in the world that I missed - yeah there was bad also, but that's life) mainly I'm pissed for the fear that was instilled into me as a small child that has remained till this day.
Anyway, I remember so much about that time - we lived in a trailer across the street from the Camerons, I played with Sabrina, Granny and Poppa Weatherfords (adopted I believe) daughter, Church and more church all the time, had puppy love for a few of you girls, the cows and goats milk, hearing talk about the "welfare" closing us down. I do hear from my mom occassionaly about the status of things and have seen "aunt nener" and Della a few times, but I have never really gotten a chance to speak to any of you "inmates"
and commiserate.
As a interesting aside, my greatest fear was realized a couple of years after leaving the farm. I got sent to the Christian Corral Ranch for boys in '75 for 2 1/2 years. Gotta love it.
I was always sympathetic towards the girls and thought that had to be the worst thing - to be cut off from your parents anf family.
I could go on and on here but it would read like War & Peace, so
if you feel like contacting me please feel free.
Robin Howell
robinw65@gmail.com