tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post2876136545218180966..comments2024-02-25T23:26:35.284-05:00Comments on UrbEx Barrie: Kennedy Dentention CentreCopySixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206685745254804789noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-83130618861903962272018-05-02T01:37:05.995-04:002018-05-02T01:37:05.995-04:00I am 64 years old, I was there in 1967 to early 19...I am 64 years old, I was there in 1967 to early 1970s I can vouch that I seen a lot of abuse and I too got abused. Stone face brother Norman hurt me more than five times. And brother alfred is also an asshole. So anyone who says this place was a good place I dont know where you went but I seen a lot of bad things. I was there 4years I myself know people who lost their lives from suicide. I get by and it is hard but I am a survivor it was my children that got me thru this. Still today I have bad memories today I share with my kids they are helping me get thru this. St.Johns Survivor Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-193870492129887342018-04-09T17:52:48.044-04:002018-04-09T17:52:48.044-04:00My Name is John McGarry, many of you who wrote her...My Name is John McGarry, many of you who wrote here would remember me, if for nothing else than I was the kid who stole the Greyhound bus in Toronto on a run away from St.John's in 1979. I was a junior in Maguire dorm, then renamed Booth dorm after that abusive asshole Maguire left. Those of you that know me or remember, Ray Boivin, I remember you, would also remember the name Gordie King, Mike Downey, John Wilson, all of us from east end Toronto, Regent Park and Donmount court. Not all of us fared very well in the following years, and if anyone wants to know why I was always running away, email me at mcgarryjohn@gmail.com and I'll give you the story.<br /><br />Lets all have a moment of silence for those of us who didn't survive, or did but not the way we would have liked, like in Millhaven, Collins Bay or any of the other "next step" places some of us saw for various reasons<br /><br />CheersAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15895986016146488768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-77282269726209723162018-04-08T02:39:36.698-04:002018-04-08T02:39:36.698-04:00I am glad people eent into st johns before it was ...I am glad people eent into st johns before it was torn down.I am a former student .I know the place inside and out. I was there from 1964 til 1968. On the second floor just before the chapel are several doors on the right the honour dorm and right next to it are the klink detention cells. While in the detention cells you wore only your underpants .only at night were you given a blanket and a pee bucket. When going to yhe chapel you were given red sweat shirts and pants or when you had to visit with the assistant superintendant for the paddle.there were dorms in my day.the small cells came much later .the junior end had 3 dorms so did the senior end.i saw pics of the senior end diningroom and the dishwahing room between them.in my day the washroom stalls did not have any privicy we stood in lines to get and use the stalls it was very embarrasing. Br. Edwin ran the dshwasher and kept fish. We stood in line in the halls quite a bit and yes i did also get to pick the odd brick . Some of the sirs and brothers were real jerks, my first dorm master beat a lot of us with his velt and loved making rat tails eith a towel and flick it on our naked bodies as we came out of the shower.and he loved throwing his keys at us.our prefect was very violent .he would strap the entire junior end it was called the windmill man he hit hard on the hands .ok it was not always shit we had piglet mud wresling the de la salle marching band visited there were fire works for us and all the town .we were herded into the skating rinks so we couldn't run away. Fookd mostly sucked fatty stew baloney steaks chicken ala king and liver ewweie. This place as bad as it was was my home .some tried to help us .thanks to one brother we got a real library .i saw pics of it it was up in the back of the gym. Br harold. Anyway so many things can be said about the school ,i really wish it wasnt so crowded weboften exceeded our mandate dorms that weredesigned to hold 25 boys often held 40 or more the extra matresses were stacked next to the chapel on the second floor i know i used to hide in the stacks .we vecause we were catholic did not get proper staffing and the brothers and lay staff were worked to a frazzle. We were not angels,we came from many backgrounds some of us did not even have families or had mental health issues so it was small wonder things would get nasty .wish someone could post pics of the school in its hayday .on whole i hated the place hated a lot of the staff and the students. Ps i used to as a very young lad enjoy going to abandoned places and explore in their dusty dark interiors it was a lot of fun.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-19713326678214878282017-12-13T23:22:19.457-05:002017-12-13T23:22:19.457-05:00hi all...Ray Boivin here...it was a brutal place.....hi all...Ray Boivin here...it was a brutal place...yes I saw all the post...and some bull shit...hi Ernie...and Joe E....anyone can reach me at raypboivin@hotmail.com<br />there is another class action suit to come...paper work is in and lawyers retained...stay in touch..be safe...<br />Ray Boivin<br />raypboivin@hotmail.com<br />ps...anyone hear about Scott Springer or Lou his buddy...Hamilton I thinkAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12505009567062484857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-67650135474720474842017-10-23T10:56:38.189-04:002017-10-23T10:56:38.189-04:00This property (now called the Fields of Uxbridge) ...This property (now called the Fields of Uxbridge) is looking to be redeveloped as a large recreation complex.<br />It seems to me wrong that a facility will be rebuilt on such tainted lands, without the acknowledgement and understanding of what many young boys experienced there, good and bad. <br />Do any of you have thoughts on how to 'cleanse' the land, or any other suggestions on how to honour surviving this period of your lives? A plaque seems too little, but perhaps a step in the right direction?<br />Please consider coming out to the Public Meeting being held at the Senior's Centre at 75 Marietta St. Uxbridge, Nov. 29th at 6pm. <br />Your voices are important and should be heard at this pivotal time.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-10451497030555441442017-09-10T15:10:44.910-04:002017-09-10T15:10:44.910-04:00I was there from late 1962 to late mid early 1964....I was there from late 1962 to late mid early 1964. In the klink twice. Saw Brother "pick a brick" Mark in action. When he told me to pick a brick I knew what was coming. I told him, 'you pick the brick you f*cking asshole.' Three days in the infirmary and then an extended stay in the klink. But that was a long time ago and I survived so that is all that counts. No nightmares, no thoughts or feelings about the place once I left. I am not sure how I survived but as I am what is referred to as a "successful psychopath", I will attribute my gift of psychopathy as the reason. The alternative would be to give credit to the insanity that was St.John's as the turning point in my like, and I would be loathe to do that. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-70679218526678191142017-08-22T13:30:59.827-04:002017-08-22T13:30:59.827-04:00I was there in 1975 and I wish I could get a hold ...I was there in 1975 and I wish I could get a hold of anyone who was there at that time. john.drinkwater@live.caAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-12148535446522063422017-08-09T19:09:47.097-04:002017-08-09T19:09:47.097-04:00I was at St Johns in 68 /69
Yes, a lot of bad stuf...I was at St Johns in 68 /69<br />Yes, a lot of bad stuff happened as well a little bit of good stuff.<br />My name is Clayton and I was a Junior there.<br />I do remember a couple of the staff and brothers cared, and several were perverts or pricks.<br /><br />termel@telus.netAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-64733296115445270652017-04-19T17:15:26.086-04:002017-04-19T17:15:26.086-04:00Hey. If any staff on here. It Tamir Zedan. I spen...Hey. If any staff on here. It Tamir Zedan. I spent years in n out of here In the early mid 90s!! Wats up. Mr Brown, Barton, Carr n all u staff. Duck lake camp etc. Mr stclair Miss beech. Is she still alive. Ceramics. God bless her. Mr Santiago. So many memories. I still alive. Get at me. Would luv to say hi. Kadeuce22@gmail.comAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06126620991239716117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-90823138362783396572017-03-16T08:14:36.962-04:002017-03-16T08:14:36.962-04:00Stumbled across your site and had some horrific fl...Stumbled across your site and had some horrific flash backs to 1971 when I was a resident there for the 1st of three stints. I first got taken from my home for breaking windows, the second time was for truancy and the third was for fighting. My life changed the moment I was forced through the doors of St. Johns Uxbridge and I suffered the abuse that I did for breaking a window. You think an apology and a few bucks fixed what was taken from an innocent boy? I just repeat "forgive them Father for they do not know what they are doing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-70411431309380775192017-02-19T18:36:10.869-05:002017-02-19T18:36:10.869-05:00Churned up some bad memories -well done friendChurned up some bad memories -well done friendAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-72301835069995283442017-02-19T18:27:54.661-05:002017-02-19T18:27:54.661-05:00I was there u described it wellI was there u described it wellAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-43530520491674410602017-02-01T22:25:58.107-05:002017-02-01T22:25:58.107-05:00Man I was at this place in 92 this brings backs so...Man I was at this place in 92 this brings backs so many weird memories .... I would love to go with someone one day and explaine how things worked Eddie Santinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10919527425749696892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-6416661454189673242016-10-13T05:35:29.067-04:002016-10-13T05:35:29.067-04:00Hey bill when were u there? 90s for me I think it ...Hey bill when were u there? 90s for me I think it changed alot in the later years oh I know things happened there in the past and if it was going on during my time I honestly didn't see it the most I dealt with was that goofball Mr Car who I threw a phone and clipped in the face because he thought it would be funny to provoke me by cutting my call off and calling me a dopeheadBig Teehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00218769513078219745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-21879598076589565092016-10-13T05:27:34.019-04:002016-10-13T05:27:34.019-04:00Sorry to hear that. I was there in the 90s and it ...Sorry to hear that. I was there in the 90s and it was very different from those times in fact alot of us looked forward to getting pinched just so we could go back.Big Teehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00218769513078219745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-84006754446034282242016-10-13T05:23:30.466-04:002016-10-13T05:23:30.466-04:00It wasn't that bad. I was there in the 90s and...It wasn't that bad. I was there in the 90s and yes sometimes you'd have to deal with some idiot fellow inmates possibly throw your fists up but other than that the place was good.Big Teehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00218769513078219745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-15039742134370842782016-10-13T05:18:06.284-04:002016-10-13T05:18:06.284-04:00Car was a goof. I threw the telephone at him for c...Car was a goof. I threw the telephone at him for cutting my call off but other than that it was a goid place and they did try to help us kids straighten out. You must have been there in the 90s I remember all those staff and Mr Santos if I am correct the older black gentleman I always liked him he was a hardass but for the right reasons. It changed me for the better and I hope it did you as well.Big Teehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00218769513078219745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-55310945128372822442016-04-23T15:16:04.650-04:002016-04-23T15:16:04.650-04:00How dare you minimize the atrocities that were com...How dare you minimize the atrocities that were committed. My name is Gigi Trudel. My father Nelson Mikael Trudel was an orphan sent here at a tender age in the sixths, just for being orphaned. How dare you criminalize these ppl IDs if they were committing crimes either they did not deserve "pick a brick" they did not deserve to be ass raped and my father killed himself after the "settlement" was stolen by the trustee which the crown attorney appointed. The crown attorney should be held responsible for this and the death of my father. The class action lawsuit brought all these terrible memories back to my father. And when the trustee took off with what he thought would finally be his break, he committed suicide. Tired. Exhausted. And never compensated or given an apology. May karma be upon all those who hide the truth. May karma be upon all those who ever put my father in a negative light. He was a gentle,an. He never raised his voice. He respected women unlike most of you ugly patriarchs. He loved animals. He was a beautiful person. You should feel terrible and ashamed of yourself for even opening your mouth when you know nothing of what happened. My dad will never come back to me. You DISGUST me.Gigi G. Trudelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-38772557317186658072016-04-23T15:04:53.208-04:002016-04-23T15:04:53.208-04:00My name is Gigi Trudel. My father was an orphan le...My name is Gigi Trudel. My father was an orphan left at the doors of St. John's training school for boys. How dare many of you minimize and criminalize these youth, some were innocent orphans you should taste your words before you spit them out. My father was raped, beat with bricks, hockey sticks, seen kids brutally punished for speaking out. He ran away at the age of twelve and when the"settlement" was stolen by the trustee, he was tired, exhausted, embarrassed, traumatized and he killed himself, apparently. I still find this hard to believe bc he loved me so much, he spent everyday with me feeding squirrels in the park and taking me out for bubblegum sodas and watched Star Wars. How dare you take away his innocence and how dare you deny that this place was home to abuse and they are the reason many of these kids committed suicide or became addicted to drugs. Shame on you. You disgust me. Really. His name is Nelson Mikael Trudel and I hope he haunts you for being so presumptuous and ignorant. You should be ashamed of yourself. My father died at 45 and he was a very decent man. Never raised his voice and he respected women in a very high degree unlike most of you ugly patriarchs. How dare you overlook that. May karma be upon you. Sm0keytaboohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02332653926124110028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-58452614526911370392016-04-14T01:48:51.373-04:002016-04-14T01:48:51.373-04:00i was there in the late 70/erly 80s''shit ...i was there in the late 70/erly 80s''shit happed and made us stronger//yours truly Joseph Ethier<br /><br /> Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01106580797196709508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-88574523156438641352016-04-08T15:48:55.196-04:002016-04-08T15:48:55.196-04:00I remember all the boys from that time frame I was...I remember all the boys from that time frame I was there in 77-80 ish.Ernie Lacroix.I was the best long distance runner.davies I remember roy sills last time I seen him didn't look so good sick I think.Dave weeden lives here in toronto.vince maggio and his buddy who was really good at pool.marciello? gord d. I haven't seen ina while.ray b. is on facebook.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10977741540665157057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-14085098056222023892016-03-25T18:43:02.679-04:002016-03-25T18:43:02.679-04:00I was sent to the digger one time for about 18 hou...I was sent to the digger one time for about 18 hours i had a fight with a kid named McCorkindale in the dining room. (i remember because it was such a rare last name and only one time for me in being sent to the ("klink/digger) there was a very thick heavy duty screen on the window you were given a sheet and blanket possibly a pillow) and the door was definatley LOCKED. I remember feeling so incredibly lonely and sad it was no picnic just day to day there were some big very tough inner city kids that one on one with certain staff members would lose a fight (again some of these kids had been in so many street fights family fights or had even taken boxing at jimmy simpson community centre in regent so the staff had to becareful) but Locking you in was part of the segregation and punishment,the door on the digger cells lock echoed through those rooms ( all cinder block) and i remember the type of key too it was large and oddley shappened to reflect a very secure locking mechanism that deadbolted. They also left the ceiling light on all night so they could see you but it was dimmed. I remember too that boys that were returning after being discharged would spend their first night there to basically say welcome back ....and chill the f out. The other thing was that again during my time there those cells were used very sparingly the day/night i was there i was the only one. We were also counted often at least 8 or 10 times a day.Eddy liphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06541738044486466511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-22554210324684036842016-03-25T15:26:24.271-04:002016-03-25T15:26:24.271-04:00So you are saying you beat me in ping pong lol ? ....So you are saying you beat me in ping pong lol ? ....i could beat davies when no one could and he was the best...but he could kick me ass in phoosball, do you remember the obstacle course ? Us against the staff in the spring. Eddy liphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06541738044486466511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-21595012187785523082016-03-25T15:17:55.033-04:002016-03-25T15:17:55.033-04:00I remember miss beach and a sort of staff supervis...I remember miss beach and a sort of staff supervisor named "champ" i attended in late 79/80 at least i turned 16 in 1980.... I remember mr meleady was the shop/woodworking teacher mr skula was a teacher who i think died at his desk and rather than check on him we smoked what butts we had ..... In the field we were generally only alllwed in groups of 3 in order to smoke you would have to be "cut in or cut on" but you needed three things a cigarette or halfer.... A match ( which we would split in two and a striker most of the time you got cut in by having one or more of the above ..... When i was there we called the solitary cells " the digger" and they were locked othewise i was always in a big dorm room .... A guy named "red" would usually be they night watchman ..... There was no pool but hockey rinks yes and an obstacle course the school was seperate from the detention area. I remember the principal being an incredibly kind and envolved man. Does anyone remember ... Roy stills, gord downey, steven sills, or a kid with the last name of davies (lifer) we played pboosball and ping pong and to this day i can still remember how good some of the kids got me too. I was a tall skinny kid and everyone called me eddy my initials are E.L. I was never abused at st johns. Anyone can reach me eddylip2420@gmail.com I sometimes wonder about sills and stills regent park kids who never deserved the lives that they inhierited, or a tiny kid from the junior side named tommy landry ..... All i can say is if you have kids dont neglect them, support and understand them love them if you ever learned how ..... Peace to all who entered there and much love to my brothers and staff who did their best with what or where the province sent them....... Eddy lipEddy liphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06541738044486466511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12953697.post-31480066370821303782016-03-22T22:50:29.322-04:002016-03-22T22:50:29.322-04:00I was there from "72-73" as I read some ...I was there from "72-73" as I read some of the post I can't imagine anyone becoming a better person by having spent time at this place, it was a very intimidating place for a 12 year old who was sent there for skipping school. I'm having a hard time remembering names but the one Mr. Lomgard when he spoke his breath wreaked of coffee and cigarettes, does anyone remember him or what about the wooden nature trail that was built in the wooded area.I remember my father coming to visit and taking me into town to shoot pool, I can recall staff taking a school bus of boys to watch the movie Play Misty For Me starring Clint Eastwood and later that summer we went canoeing in the trent/severn system, all in all it was an experience and time in my life I'd rather forget. I wish everyone that spent time there (PEACE)<br />Thanks,<br />Rick from Windsor Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com