The
Junior Order United American Mechanics National Orphan’s
Home, known as the Jr. Home, was significant in American
history as an example of self-contained residential institutions
that flourished in latter 19th and early 20th century America.
The Jr. Home was a place “associated with events that
have made a significant contribution to the broad patterns
of America’s history.”
Memories of the Jr. Home – Tiffin Developmental Center
Prior to my retirement, I had the pleasure of serving as operations director (in charge of buildings, grounds and support services) under the directions of superintendents Jerry D. Johnson and Corrie A. Schultz.
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Story by Elmer "Fudd" Dail
As a young boy, nothing was of greater importance than being with the "big boys". Thus through a twist of fate (or someone's error) that experience was awarded me one Christmas at the Lexington Junior Home when I was 10 or 11 years of age.
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How I Became a Big Boy
During the time I lived at the Tiffin Jr. Home, it was a standard that at approximately the age of 12 a young boy became a big boy. He shed his knickers and black stockings and wore the badge of a big boy, blue overalls and wide belt fastened around his middle. While I still wore knickers and black stockings, I became a big boy at a much earlier age. How?
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Dance Partner
Many Homekids may remember Myron Elam as a teamster while others might recall his days as an athlete since he lettered in a varsity sport and was a member of the esteemed "J" association. But my memories of Myron are as a dancer and for a short time we were partners.
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Homekid Story from George Hammelman
On one occasion "Juney" Schuckman, "Tick" Parrish and I decided to hitchhike to Fremont to see one of the Home football games. (We ranged in ages from 13 and 14 at the time.) We experienced no difficulty getting off Home grounds, and thumbing a ride to the game. Our problem began after the game, as rides didn't seem to be as plentiful. We ended up late at night walking the streets of Fremont with no view or means for return to Home.
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