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Early in October 1969, with our
three boys attending school, Martha and I decided to be foster parents for
newborn children. Our application had been accepted by the Tompkins County New
York department of Social Services and a license for child care was issued to
us. My mother, Edna Horrocks, had cared for 45 foster children so this endeavor
was not new to me. However, we did not really expect the journey that
this
mission would bring to us.
Around the second week of November 1969, a phone call from Social Services informed us that we were to receive our first child and his name was Scott. Shortly the case worked arrived with a squirming little boy. A beautiful little fellow of two weeks old, whose mother had realized that she was unable to properly raise her child. That was a decision that must have been very difficult for a 14 year old to make. The young mother wrapped her tiny child in a beautiful blanket and asked Social Services to find a good home for him. I do not know if we were a good temporary home for Scott. God will be the judge of that. I do know that Scott was good for us. God has blessed us with Scott’s presence.
Scott stayed with us for almost two years because he developed a “bulbous hemangioma “ under one eye and the doctors did not want to release him for adoption until it was positively diagnosed. He was adopted by a family from a nearby city who supposedly were moving to Kentucky. We did receive some pictures of him at Christmas 1971. We have not heard of him since.
We all think of Scott often and even acquaintances have asked about him 30 years later. It is interesting that my oldest grandson is named Scott. He impressed everyone. I would like to be able to shake his hand and say God bless you my (foster) son.
David and Martha Horrocks.