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Posted: Sep 6, 2006 3:58 pm
 
What was the name of the bad girl boarding school in Frayser? I know that it was Catholic.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 4:01 pm
 
Our Lady of Shut Your Trap, Bitch?
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 4:08 pm
 
I know that someone knows this.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 4:10 pm
 
In my day we had Lakeside, Parkwood (with the Second Chance God Squad Cult offshoot), Memphis House, St. Francis, and Mid-South Hospital.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 4:15 pm
 
Frayser Academy?
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 4:20 pm
 
Anyway, went in for drug tests at Parkwood, but never went to rehab. I did get taken to a counsellor a few times....
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 4:49 pm
 
deneuville heights. it was a convent with a school built in.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 4:55 pm
 
YES!!!!

This was where are the pregnant teens went. Whatever happened to that place?
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 4:57 pm
 
There is an infamous bad kid school down in Mississippi--is it called All Saints??? A West Memphis (Mary Bird--her parents owned the Miller Beer distribution) friend of mine got shipped off there overnight with no warning after meeting this 20 yr hood named Ricky in her parents pool cabana to have sex every night for months.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 4:59 pm
 
Parkwood, but never went to rehab.

all i know is that in the 11th grade one of my best friends went there, diappeared for a year or two. The next time i talked to her she was still drinking like a fish. she "decided" not to have sex anymore and tried to convince me that taking in the ass wasn't sex, and really wasn't so bad once you got used to it.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 5:01 pm
 
I checked myself into Mid-South Hospital when I was 18, upon threat of homelessness if I didn't. It was for drinking and general bad moods and drinking. I was out in three weeks, when the insurance people decided I didn't have a worthy problem. The food served in Mid-South Hospital was amazing.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 5:06 pm
 
deneuville heights went under, i think. they used to get money from all directions, but it wasnt enough in the end. something shady was going on, because, when i was there, the nuns had us eating govt cheese and govt peanut loaf, and i was taking groups of investors on weekly tours. they also got funding from the united way. i would love to find out what happened to drain all their $.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 5:06 pm
 
I know of a person on this board that escaped from 3 different rehabs in as many months, but I'm not namin' names.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 5:07 pm
 
Colin Butler should recall a classic Shane Clark and Lakeside story--all I know is I got a phone call asking me to come pick him up after a literal busting out of L7 type manuever. I didn't really ask how he ended up there nor can I recall all details.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 5:09 pm
 
i would love to find out what happened to drain all their $.

Go inquire at Youth Villages. I seem to recall the nun who headed up the Deneuville Heights scene for awhile had some kind of vanity position at YV when I worked there. Sister Barbara.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 5:15 pm
 
I know of a person on this board that escaped from 3 different rehabs in as many months, but I'm not namin' names.
is it someone in the market for a celtic keepsake?
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 5:30 pm
 
sorry. i think i confused that dude w/someone else.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 5:38 pm | Edited by: fierydrunk
 
Never mind.....
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 6:04 pm
 
I had a friend, for about 3 - 4 months, when I was 16. He was 17, and had recently been released from a rehab and was attending AA. He would call me to let me know of his meeting times, and I would park down the street from the church (in Fox Meadows). He would walk in the front door and out the back, where I would pick him up - off to drink a few beers before his parents picked him up. Shortly thereafter, he was caught and sent to longterm rehab. We never socialized again.

Sadly, this was Christopher Michael Flake, who went on to kill two and injure one during a two-day shooting spree in 1997. There was a lot of talk of insanity pleas and whatnot. Four days before the shootings, he claimed to have driven by a field where a farmer was working. He put his bottle of Prozac in the farmer's mailbox, feeling that the farmer "needed help."
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 6:06 pm
 
At age 10, I was threatened with JC, Tall Trees and Columbia Military Academy before they made me run. Just cos of a little can of Easy Off oven cleaner........
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 6:15 pm
 
an infamous bad kid school down in Mississippi--is it called All Saints???

my mama went to All Saints, which is in Vicksburg MS, in the 50s. it wasn't necessarily a bad kid school back then (yet), just a place where southerners and foreigners shipped off their unwanted teenage daughters.

my grandparents lived in Venezuela at the time, so my mama didn't even get to go home for weekends or holidays (it was a long trip, via Cuba and a packet boat or sea plane from Caracas).

she would get really crazy with her friends -- they would refuse to dress for mass, and instead drew stocking seams up the backs of their legs with eye pencils and went out with just slips or bra and panties under their coats.

once she and a friend were alone in a dorm all weekend, so they filled a 40 gallon trash barrel with water and somehow (my mama swears she got the kind of herculean strength that comes when you're trying to save someone's life in a car wreck) they lifted it up to the fourth floor balcony, then heaved it over. a night watchman very nearly died.

my uncle Sammy went to all kinds of crazy military schools in Louisiana and Mississippi, after getting kicked out of all of 'em, he went to live with an uncle, who was a hard-drinking Scotsman from St Andrew's who married my aunt Margaret in India during WWII and came here to build greens at most of the country club golf courses in MS and LA. he'd get too drunk and they'd get fired and move on to another golf course -- everyone was always happy to see him come, and happy to see him go.

one year, when they were teenagers, Sammy gave my mama a bracelet engraved "from your handsome brother" for Christmas -- he was hoping her hot All Saints friends would pick up on his subtle hint.

back then, All Saints had two teams -- Saints and Devils -- and you were one or the other until graduation. they competed in sports and academics, kind of a year-round version of color wars.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 6:16 pm
 
Andy, did this all go down in Memphis? I was there then, and was around you many days, and don't remember that at all.

I never saw a white boy that wasn't some throwaway foster care kid at any Youth Villages facility. If the parents really wanted to scare the shit out of their sons and daughters, I know just the places, unfortunately.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 8:08 pm
 
Hey Windy, do you have your friends phone number?

She sounds like my type of girl!
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 8:47 pm
 
i did a two month stint at parkwood in '91. i was labeled GP Modified, which means general psychiatry as well as chemical dependent.

i attended several karate classes every week that were taught by a man named patrick wren who could have passed for steven segal. ponytail included.

i also attended daily aerobic workouts with a certified instructor who played one mixed tape the entire two months that i was there. it included "right here, right now" by jesus jones and "funkytown"

my roommate, tommy gene, was a ten year old from a remote part of mississippi. the school bus driver for his county lived in the bus in his front yard and was having an affair w/ tommy's mom. when his father found out he beat up his mom and left on a small motor bike. so, tommy's mom threw his father's "monkey weed"into a fire. then she made tommy drive her (she was too drunk) to find his father down a small dark road. as they came over a hill, they ran over his father and his leg was detached at the hip. he survuved. his father attended several "family counseling" sessions w/ a colostomy bag attached to his side. it made farting noises that we were told to ignore.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 9:01 pm
 
Two months of this insanity? Did this place cost your parents actual money?
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 9:01 pm
 
Yeah, Allsaints had its share of bad kids, but I think a good portion of them were just rich kids of absentee parents (often one and the same, I suppose). we used to go make time with the Allsaints girls on their trip-to-the-mall day.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 9:15 pm
 
Hey Windy, do you have your friends phone number?

She sounds like my type of girl!


i think she's married now.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 9:26 pm | Edited by: fierydrunk
 
Yeah, Allsaints had its share of bad kids, but I think a good portion of them were just rich kids of absentee parents (often one and the same, I suppose).

Definitely. Her parents were just rich and sick of her playing Russian Roulette in the pregnancy casino with some nimrod from the East Side. They would not have never shipped her off otherwise.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 9:51 pm
 
it cost the insurance company alot of money. like earles, i got out when they decided i didn't have a "worthy problem." it was more like, average 17 year old w/ bad attitude and desire to experiment w/ drugs and alcohol.
Posted: Sep 6, 2006 10:13 pm
 
my roommate, tommy gene, was a ten year old from a remote part of mississippi. the school bus driver for his county lived in the bus in his front yard and was having an affair w/ tommy's mom. when his father found out he beat up his mom and left on a small motor bike. so, tommy's mom threw his father's "monkey weed"into a fire. then she made tommy drive her (she was too drunk) to find his father down a small dark road. as they came over a hill, they ran over his father and his leg was detached at the hip. he survuved. his father attended several "family counseling" sessions w/ a colostomy bag attached to his side. it made farting noises that we were told to ignore.

i love the south!!
Posted: Sep 7, 2006 12:06 am
 
K,

The Mike Flake incident happened while you were here. I didn't talk of it too much. Several old HS friends found me via my show on WEVL and called up about it. It was periodicaly on the news from '97 - '04, as his case went back and forth (Leslie Ballin-powered, 'natch) on appeals (insanity). A judge once got in front of the camera and said, "Michael Flake is the by far the craziest person I've ever had in my courtroom."

You can read about it here.
Posted: Sep 7, 2006 12:07 am
 
periodically

and I'm not sure if I spelled "Ballin" correctly
Posted: Sep 7, 2006 12:08 am
 
Tall Trees might still stand, vacant, on Lamar.
Posted: Sep 7, 2006 12:10 am
 
Mid-South Hospital (defunct) was in the building to your left, right after the VA Hospital and right before MMHI, set back into the parking lot, when going westbound on Poplar. It looks like an old Holiday Inn, which is exactly what it was. Good food.
Posted: Sep 7, 2006 12:31 am
 
My dad has a great MMHI story. I need to get the details straight, but it involves a hostage-taking incident and a stabbing. I think dad's psychiatrist friend was actually the one taken hostage and dad got called in during his time as a crisis interventionist with the cops.
Posted: Sep 7, 2006 12:36 am
 
And, after I got to the part in the story linked above where he shoots the AA group leader in the church parking lot, I completely remembered this whole thing.

I know how you likely felt. Did you catch the stories last summer where my old Boystown coworker was arrested for raping the foster care kids? I think he was acquitted, but something happened and having had a relatively friendly relationship with him, I felt sick about it all.
Posted: Sep 7, 2006 1:33 am
 
that was that d'army guy, huh?
in retrospect, can you see unsettling things that you didnt notice before?
was he related to d'army bailey?
Posted: Sep 7, 2006 1:58 am
 
I had the typical con-artist rehab shrink at Mid-South Hospital. The type that create problems for the monetary benefit of the the hospital.

"Have you ever taken any form of speed?"

"I took some white crosses once, but didn't like them."

"So you have a problem with speed."

"Well, if not liking it can be considered a problem, then yes, I have a problem with speed."
Posted: Sep 7, 2006 2:01 am
 
The type that create problems for the monetary benefit of the the hospital.

These are basically the only type. They are the only type that ever "get ahead", anyway.
Posted: Sep 7, 2006 4:07 am
 
thats really too terrible about that dude you knew, andy. i always felt really sad for the kids who really needed good psychologists and psychiatrists, but were turned over to the hacks at those places.
Posted: Sep 10, 2006 5:34 pm
 
Escaped from Lakeside twice in a 28 day stint. Jumped the fence on the way back from gym aand met up with amy Duke who was my getawway driver. Was sent back only to run a gain when I was givin' a furlogh to get a haicut.
A week later agreed to go to memphis house but walked out after three days. Got as faar as union and Cooper when Tabitha Grigg ran a red light and flipped her Jimmy. Ened up at baptist east for a few days in critical care then went home to never see another rehab again. This was over 16 years ago.
I'm not sure if lakeside still has a adolescent unit.
Posted: Sep 11, 2006 8:17 pm
 
i woke up this morning, thinking about this dude who was in lakeside with me. he lived on a farm out in the sticks, and he looked like a farmer. he LOVED iron maiden and eddie, the mascot, and he made explosives, came up with the recipes, himself, and put them in mailboxes and whatnot.
he had to confess one day that he wet the bed pretty often and that his father beat him pretty constantly and severely. after he came out about the bedwetting and the beatings, lakeside's answer was that he must rid himself of his iron maiden collection and return home to help his abusive dad on the farm. i wanted to cry when i saw how much iron maiden stuff he had. seemed like the only thing distracting him from his miserable times.
Posted: Sep 12, 2006 3:29 am
 
Jeez, Earles. I just read the entire papers from your link. Brains and chemistry are scary things.
Posted: Sep 12, 2006 7:23 pm
 
he had to confess one day that he wet the bed pretty often and that his father beat him pretty constantly and severely. after he came out about the bedwetting and the beatings, lakeside's answer was that he must rid himself of his iron maiden collection and return home to help his abusive dad on the farm.

WHAT?!?!?!?!! How old was this kid? It has been common knowledge that enuresis (fancy name for wetting the bed) typically results from abuse or severe stress in a child if they can't locate a medical reason. This isn't new knowledge either. Assholes. Sometimes I HATE this field.
Posted: Sep 12, 2006 10:25 pm | Edited by: Uptight White
 
I usually noticed that I didn't see somebody around the skateboard ramp, ditch, school, or at punk shows for a while. When I asked, the usual response was that they were sent to Lakewood. My sister caught on late, months after I stopped selling coke and almost 2 years after I last smoked pot or did any drugs. She sent my future ex-brother in Law and some former addict goon that had gone through recovery to drag me over to some treatment center. Before they came by, I could tell my room had been rummaged through.

I got to attend a Tough Love meeting and afterward was left alone in a room with a lifetime druggie, a cute hippie burn out chick that was there to talk to me "on my level". She looked like the standard issue straight-haired Manson girl lookalike you saw all over America circa 1973, including the vacant stare. She asked me what drugs I was taking and I told her none, that I didn't even drink. She told me that the Nile was not just a river in Egypt.

I peed in the cup, and told them I chose not to be admitted into the drug treatment program that night. After the sample came up negative, something nobody could conceive of occurring at the time, everybody shut their trap. I didn't have much to say to my sister for a few years.
Posted: Sep 13, 2006 7:43 am
 
Rhea and I were at the Hickory Ridge Mall, after the first or second of his escapes, with a couple of girls. We were standing at outside the entrance to the new wing (Camelot Music, etc) when a pick-up truck drove by. The bed was full of shirtless metalheads (the real type, not hipsters that woke up one day and decided to adopt metal and a dirtbag aesthetic, not that that even existed then). One of them screamed, "I was in rehab with that guy!!!!" Mr. Rhea was embarrassed. I used to mention JDRhea casually around Mid-South Hospital and the staff, no shit here, told me to "never mention that name." AND....I had a probation officer when I was 17. This was the fallout from a DUI (at 16), and several public drunkenness charges. He gave me a curfew of 12, and I had to call his phone and give him a page when I got in at night. Of course, he was an ex-con that had turned his shit around and was working as a social worker, or perhaps at a lower level than social worker. His classic line with me was: "You can't con a con." Well, asshole, I did, if you can call it a "con." Maybe if he had stayed awake until 12, he'd catch on that I was not calling from my house on occasion. He knew I was up to shit, but could never catch me, and it drove him mad. He would call up at random time, say, four in the afternoon. "What are you doing?"

"I'm listening to music."

"With who?"

(I'd tell him the aforementioned name)

"That guy is trouble. His name rings out all over juvie and the rehabs. Put your mom on, that guy is leaving."

When I turned 18, I called him up and said, "You know, I turned 18 today."

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm firing you. I'm not happy with your work on me. I'll no longer need your services." I hung up. I would have never treated him this way had he been a likeable guy, or even tried to level with me. Instead, he was this faux-badass, self-righteous asshole that never once attempted to be approachable or anything better than condescending. Fuck him to this day.
Posted: Sep 13, 2006 3:18 pm
 
Note to self: No more drunken posts.
Posted: Sep 13, 2006 3:32 pm
 
I still get recognized after sixteen years. I was on the Amtrack coming back from New York and struck a conversation with this girl and as we continued to talk over the next few days it came out that she was in lakeside the same year I was and then loooked at me kinda a strange and said "you're the guy who escaped over the wall" She went on to say the place went on lockdown and they interragated everyone but no one talked. She sid that some metal from the sticks told evryone that if they talked he would kick thier ass. It's funny now but it was crucial back then
Posted: Sep 13, 2006 4:09 pm
 
the real type, not hipsters that woke up one day and decided to adopt metal and a dirtbag aesthetic, not that that even existed then

Oh how correct you are. I remember literally being saved from an asskicking from some Frayser girls who were making fun of my purse (which they should have--I was carrying one of those really ridiculous 1950's bags around) by two of their friends whom I had modelled in a hair show with. They had to pull the "No, man, she is cool. Leave her alone" thing and I was so humiliated. Whew. These people did not play.
Posted: Apr 13, 2019 10:03 pm
 
It wasn't a school for "bad girls'. Many had severe learning disabilities such as dyslexia. The name was DeNeuville Heights.
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