I was in the Younger Boys and Older Boys houses in 84-85. I was there for 6 months. I would agree 100% with the other people posting about the screaming and corporal punishment. While I'm glad these methods are not used today, I can say that these methods saved my life! The staff that I remember are Allison, Kris, Gif and Clayton. I credit them, especially Allison for unlocking 14 years of abuse and trauma that I had buried. I didn't even know what a feeling was. The staff helped me to cope with the aftermath. I never felt anything but care and compassion from the staff. Except Dave Genter, When he showed up, we were about to have our rooms searched and be grouped on for the day. We had every demographic in the house. Many of the kids were violent, had severe mental health issues. Some were gang members from rival gangs, a guy that had escaped from Red Wing, stole a staff van, led police on a high speed chase while throwing tool boxes out the back of the van. Some kids had to be rolled up in a carpet like a burrito so they wouldn't hurt themselves or others. We all co existed nicely, had to learn unity and teamwork. we learned how to cook, clean, set a table, fold clothes. make the bed, proper table manners, respect adults and how to break dance lol. I went in there a wreck and stoned off of my face. They took me off Ritalin and I never went back on it and I have been sober since 4/15/85 my admit date. I have worked with at risk youth for 28 years and I often tell them stories of Home Away. I'm sad so many people have been traumatized and I can understand how and why you were and hope you find healing. It definitely wasn't for everyone.
I was in the Older Boys Home at 3032 S. Emerson Minneapolis Minnesota. 1983. It took almost nothing to get grouped on. Simply not grouping hard enough on the boy being grouped on would get all staff and residents, including the kid being victimized, grouping on you. It was horrible. Many of us were there for running away from our abusive parents only to be routinely victimized by this place. Even walking on eggshells to keep from being grouped on would get you grouped on.
I was a resident of Home Away's first home on Aldrich Ave. Several years later they opened the one on Pleasant. I remember Sid, Rod, Dee and Mary. I have nothing but fond memories of my time. I did not want to leave when a foster home was found for me. I made great friends who I wish I had kept in touch with. However, at that time most of us kids were pretty unstable and for the most part had a hard time keeping long term friendships. In spite of my abusive childhood I made a good life for myself. Home Away filled a void in my life at the time. I hope everyone is doing well.
I was a staff at the shelter in 1979. Fresh out of school. Rod and Sid, brothers in charge, treated staff as they treated residents, with abusive tactics. If I knew then what I know now...absolutely they should have been sued and lost their licenses. How many lives did they scar? Hundreds? Thousands? A tragedy perpetrated by 2 sick psychologists with a little bit of power.
I was placed here when I was 13 in 1976. I was there for 3 months. I felt that the staff cared, but it was very confrontational and very group oriented. You had to apply for a "rec" to go home on weekends and the staff and your cohorts had to approve it. Cleaning was done twice a day. Lots of furniture polish build-up! I remember Sally the therapist was mean and fiesty. Martha and Debbie were wonderful house staff.
I too was a victim of this reprehensible, morally bankrupt, incomprehensibly sick "treatment" methods. Screaming for hours, forced religious worship, NO clinical basis for the behavior of their green, uneducated, totally unqualified staff members. Did they just go hand out flyers on Lake Street and hire the lowest bidder? I suspect raging personality disorders on behalf of the staff members. We were forced to maintain a smile at all times, or we'd get a screaming session. I have a blog called Butter and Speed which recounts some of this facility's crimes against children in need of guidance. Sick, sick sick. I hope you former employees of this apparently defunct company are reading this. You are misguided and harmful individuals, and there's a special misery set aside for you, karmically.