I was there in the early half of the 1950's. It was the worst time of my life. My mother and step father dropped me off one night and I bit my step father in the chest when he said this is your home now. I was taken to a dark room and spanked relentlessly. After 2 or 3 years I was back with my family, but the experience there was traumatic. I could write a short story of my experience there, but I got some inner strenght back home in Concord, N.H. I made a life for myself from that point and it took years to erase the memories there. I'd love to hear more from people that spent time there. I remember laying in bed at night watching the neon lights on the Daniel Webster Highway. It was an empty feeling and I know I shared this with others at the home. God bless Mrs. Taylor. She was the angel of the home at the time. I was deathly ill and she was the only person that would take care of me.