Both my Grandparents worked in Warm Springs-My Grandmother was an activities assistant and my Grandfather was the plumber for the institution. Both my parents worked there as well-the time span is a guess-probably 1950's onto 1969. My Grandparents also lived on the grounds of the hospital. As a child, my parents would drive us over every summer from Washington state to stay with them in Warm Springs. I have fantastic memories of riding my bike all over the town, visiting with the residents (who were safe and trustworthy) I was told by my Grandmother not to go too far down the dirt road in her backyard. She said there were ghosts. (she was a colorful storyteller..she was Indian)I never went down that dirt road until many years later I went a few summers ago with my friend. We were on our bikes and even though I was a little scared, I took the dirt road. It lead us to a very serene little graveyard, with a white picket fence, some stones faded, but still have plastic flowers. Many were children and it broke my heart. My father said that a lot of the children and infants buried there were his residents he cared for. Most had a condition called Hydrocephalus. Back then they didnt know how to treat these children, so all they could do was try and keep them comfortable. Every Summer I go back to Warm Springs and most of my memories there as a child are full of great times, the smell of the Cottonwood trees in the heat, the creek that runs through my Grandma's old home (she and Grandpa are gone.)And I always stop to pay my respect to the children and all who are buried there.