Schools,
Programs, & Visit Reports - Jan, 1990 Issue
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Loveland Farms School
Lon Woodbury's Visit: December, 1989
"It's not a program, its a
home" I was emphatically told by a 16-year-old blond. I had to agree.
If a girl can not stay with her family for some reason, then Loveland
Farms School would be a good second choice.
Larry and Sherri Culp bought
several acres a few years ago bordering National Forest land in Western
Montana. A little under two years ago, they decided to work with a small
number of teenage girls who were making bad choices and needed a safe
environment to grow up in. Starting with a log cabin, they have built
a large home with room for six girls and staff to live in.
They are in the enviable position
of having more applicants than they have room. The school currently
has six girls, which is their maximum. They feel the girls can get the
attention and help needed only if the numbers are kept down to family
size. The Culps adopt family type rules, and refuse to be policemen,
or anything else that is reminiscent of an institution.
A new student usually starts
with a 28 day wilderness expedition, which gives the Culps a chance
to determine if the girl will fit in with the other girls already there
and if she really needs the residential experience. Once she has completed
the expedition, she settles into the routine of her new home away from
home. She will attend the local public school, and tutors are available
to help with school work in the evening.
Each girl is responsible to
do what she is able to help with keeping the place running. They help
with the cooking, the garden, taking care of animals, canning, housework,
and are taught knitting, sewing, and how to use workshop tools and do
basic mechanics. The Culps claim the girls are vital to keeping things
running, and the girls feel that by being needed, it gives them a feel
of ownership and makes it a home.
Their no-nonsense approach
to daily problems that come up gives a sense of safety, stability, and
consistency. The girls that are accepted are lucky, and the ones I met
seemed to realize that.
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