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Peak of Emotions | Indiegogo
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crowdfunding  documentary  example  indiegogo  UAE  orphanage  campaign  humanitarian 
february 2019 by csrollyson
My Chance Lunch with Fred Rogers - Richard B. McKenzie (Weekly Standard)
After shaking hands with the two producers, Mr. Rogers reached out to me,
grasping my palm with his right hand and covering the back of my hand with
his left. Looking me straight in the eye, as if as fixated on meeting me as
I was on him, he said, “I’m *so glad* to meet you, Richard. I’ve been
looking forward to your being here. I’ve read some of your work and I want
very much to hear about your project.” I thought I had been blessed. From
then on, my pride swelled to know I had a new friend I could call “Fred”
(as he insisted I call him).
Having a long interest in orphanages, Fred shared my skepticism of the
conventional ideas about them and said he had known “fine people” who had
come of age there. Later, his producer told me that in the weeks
immediately before our lunch, Fred had lived for two weeks in a Canadian
“orphanage” for middle-age and older adults with the mental ability of
young children.
After initial greetings among the four of us, Fred shifted his chair to
face me directly and said, “I want to know about you, Richard. Where you
came from, what your early life and orphanage experiences were like. Of
course, I also want to know what you want to do in your film.”
He listened with keen attention as I sought to condense my thoughts: I told
Fred that some variation of my story was typical of my childhood cohort. I
grew up with alcoholic parents who divorced when I was five. My mother
committed suicide when I was 10. My father was incapable of obtaining
custody of my brother and me because of his downward spiral from being an
alcoholic into being a steady drunk. My mother’s family simply didn’t want
us, not even in the same town. Although a Methodist orphanage was just
three miles from where my grandmother and two aunts lived, they shipped us
off to an orphanage a half-state away. On entering the orphanage with 225
kids, I lived with 23 other 10-year-old boys in one cottage with sleeping
porches, each of which had beds for eight.
To me, orphanage life was a godsend, saving me from near certain sentencing
to juvenile detention. Before my admission, I ran the streets of my
hometown, often playing hooky from school and committing petty thievery
from the age of five. I was a little brat with a cherup face.
How had the orphanage changed my life course? Fred asked. He nodded
repeatedly as I described the benefits most outside observers overlook, if
not dismiss: “We got boundaries, work demands, stability, security,
expectations, and a multitude of ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters.’”
“You mean you got a family,” he said.
“You got it, Fred, a different family, but a family of sorts, nonetheless.
And we got the chance to leave our sordid pasts behind. I no longer had to
deal with drunkenness up close and personal. One of the reasons the alumni
have outpaced their age cohorts is grounded in a statistical reality: If
bad stuff is cut out of children’s lives and a few good things are
substituted—such as a variety of good-hearted mentors, a work ethic, and an
opportunity for a college education—the average outcome is bound to rise. I
am confident that had I stayed with my father or my mother’s family, I
would not be talking with you with my university career under full
development.”
“How do you see the film developing?” Fred asked. “What can we do?”
I described producing a film that could spread the good news more broadly,
beyond the academy, possibly airing on PBS. The general public is often
surprised that orphanages of yesteryear all over the country still have
homecomings, with hundreds, sometimes thousands of alumni returning to
celebrate their childhoods. These homecomings could provide the opportunity
for alumni to tell their stories, good and bad, how they felt as they
arrived on campus that first day and as they had to leave after graduation
– and how the years they spent in their orphanages improved or warped their
lives long into their 80s and 90s.
“I want the film to be real, not scripted and staged,” I said. “The
alumni’s authentic words can speak volumes about what many children have
missed as orphanages have been spurned and closed over the past decades.”
Fred recalled that his friend, also an orphanage alumnus, praised his
experiences: “He always talks about his orphanage family … I feel for many
disadvantaged children today who are taken from their parents and placed in
foster care, only to be shuffled from placement to placement and to be
released from the system at high school graduation—if they make it that far
in school—unprepared for later life. I’ve read many stories about homeless
foster-care alumni, even here in Pittsburgh. So sad. What are we doing?
Can’t we do better?”
Time had flown during the lunch. We had been at the table for maybe two
hours, and Fred needed to head to other appointments. But before we parted,
Fred handed me a couple of souvenirs from the “Neighborhood,” adding,
“Richard, if your children want anything we have in the Neighborhood store,
just write. Anything. I like your project. It’s important for children
today.”
Fred wrote that he wanted to send *The Home* as a birthday gift to a good
friend, who grew up in an orphanage in Oklahoma. “Frankly, I hate to give
it up; there are parts which need rereading, but … I just know that your
words will make a big difference for him (and his mother). The healing
ministry of truth!”
Then, remarkably, before closing his message, he offered an apology for a
request he had made at lunch, one I had totally forgotten: “One other
thing, Richard, perhaps I shouldn’t have asked you to give the blessing at
our lunch, even though you generously offered one. In your book you write
that you ‘question God’s existence.’ Had I read those words first I would
have been more sensitive and much less assuming. If I need excusing in your
mind, I trust that you will grant me that.”
You can bet I rushed another copy of *The Home *to him to give to his
friend. At our lunch, I felt reasons to doubt my skepticism through the
conveyance of Fred’s goodness that remains palpable to this day.
Later, I deduced from news reports that Fred read *The Home *on his
roundtrip to Hollywood to receive his Lifetime Achievement Award at the
Emmys...
exemplum  RH  orphanage  ayjay 
august 2018 by mgubbins
Children’s homes: The nanny state | The Economist
Even fairly modern institutions often continue controversial practices. The Chisinau Municipal Institution for Babies in the capital of Moldova is currently home to 44 children. It is clean, light and bustling with nurses. Yet when a child arrives he or she is placed in an “isolator”—a double-glazed glass booth containing one or two cots. Some with disabilities have been isolated for nearly a year. A nurse says this helps the children adjust to their new home. Others think it stunts development.

Second, orphanages can prevent children living with what family they have. Most institutionalised children are not truly alone—up to 90% have living parents, says Georgette Mulheir of Lumos, a British campaign group. In Sri Lanka almost all children in care have one or both parents living, reckons Save the Children. In Rwanda over a third of children in institutions are in regular contact with relatives, says Hope and Homes for Children, a British charity. These places are a way of dealing with poverty, says Silvia Lupan, a child-protection officer for UNICEF in Moldova.

Third, institutions are costly. They need staff to cook, clean and corral the children, and cash to warm and maintain big buildings. Studies from the World Bank and Save the Children say institutions cost between six and ten times as much as supporting a child within a family. Sarata Noua cost $300,000 per year to run, says Liliana Rotaru of CCF Moldova, a charity that helped close it down. Foster parents, by contrast, earn about $1,000 a year.
orphanage  Strategy 
july 2014 by peterboumgarden
Byana Mary Hill School and Orphanage, Masaka, Uganda
Met Amelia (worker at the school) in Bryan, TX. She's going back for two years (or more) to help work at the orphanage/school there. Awesome lady, very prolific/well-spoken. Doing outstanding work in this facility.
uganda  thirdworld  school  education  orphanage 
november 2013 by cyberchucktx
Building of the Day: 66 Boerum Place | Brownstoner
Just found out, 1330 miles later, I now live about three miles from where my grandpa grew up.
history  family  grandpa  orphanage 
september 2013 by timoni

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