Hillcrest Receiving Home
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I just started a little alumni group on myspace. So far we have 2 Smile members. It's specifically for people who stayed at Hillcrest Receiving Home in Southern California. If that's you then your welcome to join! Maybe you'll meet up with old friends! Or vent/reminisce a little.

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Wow.. I was there when I was really young. I remember it really well however I don't remember anyone from there or the exact age I was when I was there. Interesting enough so I will join.
Hillcrest
My twin brother and I were placed at Hillcrest in, maybe, 1979 or 1980. We were only 5-6 y/o. Don't remember too much about it except that for the first time we had a warm place to sleep, food in our bellies and shortly after placement, nice foster parents.

I have been trying to work with San Diego Co. to find the records regarding our placement and am running into a brick wall. Has anyone else ever had this experience? They claim we dont exist in their records.. however I know I was in foster care in San Diego Co. So odd!
Hillcrest days
I was at Hillcrest well before any of you... I think it was 1958, I was a third grader, living with my grandparents. My grandfather had been spooked by the police, after they brought me back from one of my "adventures". I was somewhat of a vagabond, not coming home like I was supposed to and staying out until very late. When he was asked if he had any guardianship papers for me and he replied no, they assured him that they would make sure that he would not be legally responsible for me should I get in trouble or hurt.
The following day, my newly appointed social worker came to my school and took me to Hillcrest. I spent the next three months there waiting for placement with a foster family.
I can remember that there was a simple playground that overlooked the valley that now contains CalCom stadium. The staff was kind, as I recall, and the kids were fun to be around. I do remember playing "doctor" once with a girl who was a year older than I. I guess typical kid stuff.
We even got a visit from Monty Montana, who did some rope tricks, all decked out in his cowboy regalia.
Looking back at my three months there, I don't really have any negative thoughts about the place, although it was my first taste of institutional living, something I didn't experience again until my first summer camp and then again in Air Force boot camp.
from the 80s
i was in hillcrest several times in the late 70s and 80s i have lost all contact with people i was with back then and i would like to meetup with some of them now just to see how we grew
Hello Once again
I got the message that an alumni group is forming. I am in much the same boat as all of you. I don't really remember names and faces for that matter from my time there. I went by there in November, 2011.
I haven't tried to recover any records, however.
Keep me posted on what success you may have in filling in your missing information.
I know that the home has a turbulent history for some of our fellow alumni. I feel really bad for those who weren't helped as intended...
those were the days
I was in Hillcrest several times in my young life from 1962 through 1974, so were my 5 siblings. I remember being placed in a crib the first time and briefer memories other times, what I remember most was that first bath they give you,and the really good food, I could not believe how it tasted so good and warm and I got to eat till I was full, It was oatmeal with real milk and toast with butter and jelly and OJ. I felt like I was in heaven, my clothes they supplied me after my bath fit and smelled so good, I loved the tennis shoes and the tee-shirts. I loved helping to feed the babies and bathe the toddlers I earned enough points to buy myself a baby doll. I remember the closet in the big room with the pool table that only big kids could use. The closet full of toys candy and hair ties we could buy with points, I never could figure out how I earned all my points! I remember the TV room with all the chairs and constantly hearing "NO PC" no physical contact not with each other or the workers, what kids need most gentle safe touch was never allowed. I remember the school and how no one made us go and the yard overlooking the freeway and CMH, The big kids used to tell the little kids that when you grow up that is where the kids will end up, that was scarey and I dreaded it for years, The last time I was there I was 13, always being sent back home each time the abuse and neglect was worse than before, some foster parents were nice but I never felt a part of the family, some homes were down riight cruel but I survived. My final childhood destiantion was Boys and Girls aid in El Cajon and I have been searching for my friends from there for decades to no avail, if you are one of them please contact me,I left there at 17 almost 18 and have had quite a journey through life fostering and adopting once I got over my abandonment. My goal was to love my children so they could feel love and not go through thier whole life without it. i believe I have suceeded as my kids have gentle tender love in thier souls, I get told more than once a day by my kids that they love me and I return the words and feelings back to them. Everything happens for a reason and mine was to love and be loved eventually.:clap:
I stayed here in the early 90's the staff was nice and the place was decent i liked there it there better then the foster homes i stayed in
I was in Hillcrest in 1967, as were some of my siblings. Does anyone recall a young male, probably age 14 or 15, nicknamed the "chicken name?"
I am very interested in joining the group. I was placed in Hillcrest Receiving Home on numerous occasions from 1962 - 1973. I was placed into a number of foster homes during that time. I remember a staff member named Mama Simms. Would like to touch base with anyone who might have been there during that time span.
I was there off and on during those same years. I read your post and cried because that is what I remember the most about Hillcrest. I never knew how I got the points either - HA HA


I was in Hillcrest several times in my young life from 1962 through 1974, so were my 5 siblings. I remember being placed in a crib the first time and briefer memories other times, what I remember most was that first bath they give you,and the really good food, I could not believe how it tasted so good and warm and I got to eat till I was full, It was oatmeal with real milk and toast with butter and jelly and OJ. I felt like I was in heaven, my clothes they supplied me after my bath fit and smelled so good, I loved the tennis shoes and the tee-shirts. I loved helping to feed the babies and bathe the toddlers I earned enough points to buy myself a baby doll. I remember the closet in the big room with the pool table that only big kids could use. The closet full of toys candy and hair ties we could buy with points, I never could figure out how I earned all my points! I remember the TV room with all the chairs and constantly hearing "NO PC" no physical contact not with each other or the workers, what kids need most gentle safe touch was never allowed. I remember the school and how no one made us go and the yard overlooking the freeway and CMH, The big kids used to tell the little kids that when you grow up that is where the kids will end up, that was scarey and I dreaded it for years, The last time I was there I was 13, always being sent back home each time the abuse and neglect was worse than before, some foster parents were nice but I never felt a part of the family, some homes were down riight cruel but I survived. My final childhood destiantion was Boys and Girls aid in El Cajon and I have been searching for my friends from there for decades to no avail, if you are one of them please contact me,I left there at 17 almost 18 and have had quite a journey through life fostering and adopting once I got over my abandonment. My goal was to love my children so they could feel love and not go through thier whole life without it. i believe I have suceeded as my kids have gentle tender love in thier souls, I get told more than once a day by my kids that they love me and I return the words and feelings back to them. Everything happens for a reason and mine was to love and be loved eventually.:clap:
I was at Hillcrest on at least 3 occasions. The first time I don't remember as I was too young. But I remember going there about 1981, at two different times. The first time we were there, we were there for about 2 months. My sister, 10 yrs and me, 11 yrs, got placed in foster care in Poway. We got taken out of that home about 4 months later because they hit my sister and the neighbors heard the screams from my sister and they called the child authorities and we got picked up from school one day. Best day ever! felt like a day of liberation! Went back to Hillcrest, was there for probably about 4 months (so it seemed) and then got placed in the Crutchfield home, where I was later adopted.
I remember a lot of things about Hillcrest. I remember a lot of kids came from all backgrounds of life, each with their own struggles. My sister and I came with the title of "neglected". While that might mean a lot of different things to a lot of different people, we felt fortunate that that was all we were in there for. My mom lost the house due the recession of the 80's, so we had to sleep in our car for a while. While the timetable is debatable, I am pretty sure we only had to do that for about 6-8 months. The child authorities said about 2 years. Anyhow...
I remember making some pretty good friends. I don't remember names. Basically when I got placed, it was like that world got left behind. When I went back, everyone was new. I do remember one kid who was still there when we returned. I remember a black guy named Ray Gun. I guess he was a counselor, but he was cool. I remember the clothes closet, the dorm style rooms, the common room, the outside activity area, standing at the fence staring down at the 163, wondering where my mom was. I also remember that if you got caught jumping the fence to get out, you had to wear pajamas for a week as punishment. Happened to my sister. I never jumped the fence as I was too scared of getting caught. I remember the clothes they gave you to were. Jeans and t-shirts and blue shoes. The food was good. They always seemed to be doing things with us. The let us go on walks around the area down to Balboa Park. I remember going to the drive in movies. I remember seeing the Howling and the Children. Why on earth they took us to see those movies, I don't know, but it is what it is. And I remember the Christmas party they threw for all the kids. I remember a gift I got was a little radio with a built in flashlight and the first song I heard was "Don't Stop Believing". I kept it for the longest time. Wish I still had it. I remember going to school on the campus there. They had a building or a couple of trailers for classrooms. The teachers were cool. I remember meeting a girl that lived in the apartment complex next door and talking to her through the fence.
I had a good experience there. I wish I had the presence of mind at the time to keep the names of people that I met. But life was so on the move for most of us that it was impossible to write or call. No one had a permanent address and you had no idea where you and anyone would end up. I hope everyone turned out ok. I know I did. Not my sister so much, but that is a whole new story. I consider all these things a part of my life a positive experience. They made me who I am now. And a cool story I get to tell my daughter one day.
Hi, my grandmother worked at the Hillcrest Receiving Home, I believe in the 1970's. Her name was Lily Lee. Does anyone remember her? Thanks!
My brother and I were at hillcrest in1983 or 84. I was about 8 or 9, my bother was about 13. I have also tried to get my records from hillcrest and they said there are no records of me being there. I was told that the kids there, before they switched over to computers, were lost because we were on paper records only. I would love to see the records. I remember the night we were taken in we had to speak with a counselor, and they wouldn't let me and my brother talk with them together. My brother went first so he knew what they would ask me. He came out he told me to lie about questions of being hit and abused by our mother because they wouldn't let us go home (we were young and scared). I always wondered what they wrote about us in that big folder. Lol
Just found this Forum and can't wait to come back and read everything that' y'all have written. Dennis, Oklahoma City, Jan 28, 2016
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