For the first 28 years of my life my mother worked at a home for the intellectually and developmentally disabled known locally as “The Hill” or “The Children’s Colony.” Some people still called it “The Sanatorium” because when the first buildings went up in 1910 they housed tuberculosis patients. For 60 years the gates were locked, and tens of thousands…
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