By David Mack-Hardiman, Contributor
While the computer age has revolutionized the world and forever changed the way that information is received, it has also given almost unlimited ability for people to stretch the truth, distort reality, and give imaginary thoughts a non- fictional spin. Hidden behind pseudonyms and user names, people are given an unchecked license to lie.
A few years ago, I was trying to find more information about the Wheater Road Cemetery in Collins, NY, which had served patients of the Gowanda Psychiatric Center. Not surprisingly, very little facts were available. What I did find was a website which listed the cemetery as “haunted.” There was even a picture of a ghostly form near the Clear Creek side of the burial grounds. Somewhat skeptical as I am, I thought I needed to open up a bit and perhaps then I might see a ghost!
On many hot summer days over a three year span, I would go out to Wheater Road to set up for our restoration work. I would step out onto the dewy grass and breathe in the beauty of this long abandoned place. Once I saw cagey red fox near the entrance. Red winged blackbirds would chatter away at me. Hawks and turkey vultures could sometimes be seen in the higher sky, searching for a new meal. Small snakes could be found slithering through the tall grass. Woodchucks had constructed an elaborate network of tunnels throughout the cemetery. One day, as I was talking to a co- worker, I stepped right into one of these holes and my right side was suddenly about six inches shorter! But, I never saw a ghost.

The Wheater Road Cemetery in Collins, NY – can you find a ghost in this photo?
I guess some of the haunted lore comes from the perception that institutional life was full of daily torture and that the souls of those departed still wander the earth. While sensationalized images of electro-convulsive therapy provoke strong sentiments, the institutional life that I saw was not quite so news worthy. Yes, there were out-dated behavioral approaches and excessive use of psychotropic medication. The patients seemed to be lonely but it would be hard not to be lonely when one lives with thousands of other people.
On another website, I found that parts of the Allegheny National Forest and specifically, Camp Cornplanter, are also haunted. Apparently, in my many years of working at the first residential camp for people with disabilities in North America, I had overlooked the wandering spirits. I recall the stunning flight of the ruffed grouse, the pokey porcupines wandering about in the dark, the deer snorting in the woods at dawn, and the Eastern black bear lazily eating black raspberries. Not only was the camp haunted, I was “shocked” to learn recently that the nearby forest has also been home to Bigfoot for years. While I do admit to hearing some strange hoots and hollers in the woods at night, I attributed those to owls or young folks, sowing their wild oats in the woods!

The Dining Hall at Camp Cornplanter – can you find a ghost in this photo?
Camp Cornplanter served the Polk State School and Hospital, a sprawling institution in Western Pennsylvania. Each summer, there would be, “Polk Week” , in which several of the cabins would be exclusively for Polk residents. My first Polk Week was rainy and exceptionally cool, so the campers whom I served wore long black raincoats which had been sent with them. These gentlemen took a lot of medications so we could not stray far from the nurse during the day. They drank a lot of coffee and many of them smoked heavily. We built campfires where we could so that we could stay warm. One gentleman had hearing difficulties but could sing, usually spiritual hymns, in a way so unique I can’t adequately describe it. He would do a little jig around the fire and eventually, we all would join him in song. The only thing that haunts me is how beautiful that song sounded and how well I can remember it to this day………………
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sails, Hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sails, Hallelujah
Jordan’s river is deep and wide, Hallelujah
And I’ve got a home on the other side, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Michael’s boat is a music boat, Hallelujah
Michael’s boat is a music boat, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
The trumpets sound the jubilee, Hallelujah
The trumpets sound for you and me, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Written by Charles Ware, circa 1860



BlogIn 1964, a group connected to the Lockport Parks visited the Gulf area to determine if a Gulf Park should be established. In the group was Thomas Mulvey and Samuel Sposito, Park Board members; Lawrence R. Martin, Acting Superintendent of Parks and Raymond C. Betsch, President of the Common Council. The reporter described finding “an old spring…in the mouth of a small cave-like opening,” on the banks of Indian Creek. Further down the creek, they found the remains of an old well house for the spring and a stone bottling basin with a 1911 date on it. (Public Support for Gulf Park Awaited by Park Commissioners, Lockport NY Union Sun and Journal: August 22, 1964)








“People with disabilities represent a critical talent pool that is underserved and underutilized,” says Shirley Davis, director of global diversity and inclusion at the Society for Human Resource Management, as reported by Pamela Babcock. Many are confident in this and are taking action. Steps are being taken at the university sector to develop the managerial skills of leaders with disabilities. The UCLA Leadership Institute for Managers with Disabilities aims to help mid-career professionals with disabilities catapult their careers to the next level. This unique program develops “leadership styles and skills, mentoring and personal development, organizational savvy, and strategic leadership.” President Barack Obama has taken action as well. In 2010, he passed an executive order to hire more people with disabilities in the public sector. He wants to use the American government to lead the way and set the example for the rest of the country.
Let’s look back and reflect on the civil rights movement. Was the 15th Amendment enough for people who wanted racial freedom and equality? Sure, it gave the right to vote to ex-slaves, but this 1870 amendment did not squash racism. In 1955, Brown v. Board established that separate public schools for black and white students were unconstitutional. This was a landmark case that served to be a crushing blow to the Jim Crow status quo. But what if it stopped there? Was discrimination over because of the law? What if people settled for that, knowing more could be done? We wouldn’t have Martin Luther King Jr. delivering his “I Have A Dream” speech and leading boycotts. We wouldn’t have the Greensboro sit-ins. We wouldn’t have the landmark 1964 Civil Rights Act. People did not settle, they knew well that they had a fight that would take many years.
The fight for womens’ rights was no cakewalk, either. It took nearly 72 years after the 1848 Seneca Falls Convention for women to get the right to vote with the 19th amendment passed in 1920. Even after that, women were discriminated against in the workplace. The feminist movement helped to increase opportunity and fight against the glass ceiling in the workplace. Even today, women face challenges in the workplace.
In the end, Olmstead v. L.C. ruled in favor of Curtis and Wilson, establishing that under the ADA, the institutional isolation of people with disabilities was a form of illegal discrimination. After moving into a community home, it was reported that Elaine said she felt loved and cared for where she lived. In the state institution, she “had felt like she was sitting in a little box with no way out.” Being outdoors and making Kool Aid were simple things that meant so much to both of them. Elaine decorated her own room, loved to organize picture albums, shopped, cooked, and attended family functions. Not to mention, she became increasingly independent—she was able to take full responsibility for her medical needs, an area in her life that institutional aids thought was problematic. Unfortunately Wilson passed away in 2004, but is dearly missed. 








