Billy & Peggy Griffin
My place in Methodist Home for Children’s history—actually begins in 1917 with an 8-year-old named Ray Griffin from Beaufort County. This boy was my father. His mother died giving birth to his sister, and his father was left alone with no wife by his side to raise six children. So the Methodist church in Washington, N.C., reached out to the orphanage to see if it could take some of these children, and my father, his three sisters and one brother were admitted in 1917. They lived at the campus with many other orphanage brothers and sisters until they graduated from high school. They were helped at a time when there were no other means for them and for their father to support them. They all went on to live productive lives.
My father went to work in Durham after marrying my mother, a girl from a little town called Cash Corner in Pamlico County. My sister was born in 1932 and I arrived shortly after, with two years separating us. Later, two younger brothers became a part of our family. We enjoyed the many tales our father told about the orphanage, and I can remember the trips back to the orphanage at Easter when alumni would have their annual reunion. I loved visiting the beautiful campus and playing baseball with my dad and the other alumni when they’d challenge the current orphanage children to a game between the generations.
I was as happy as any 10-year-old boy could be. My world was perfect until one night, after playing catch at home with my father, I went to bed only to awake in the morning to terrible news. My father had passed away during the night from a massive heart attack at the age of 37. I was devastated. Before long, I learned that my younger brother and I would enter the same orphanage where my father was raised. The year was 1946. It was history repeating itself in my own family.
My wife, Peggy, was living with her mother and father and six siblings in rural Franklin County. They were poor sharecroppers and struggled as many families did during the Depression. But at least they were a family and they got by—until one night her father fell ill and very unexpectedly died from a heart attack. He was 41 years old. This left Peggy’s mother with six children to raise and one on the way. It was a hopeless situation until the Methodist church in Louisburg came to their aid. The one opportunity to save them was to place four of the children at Methodist Orphanage. The year was 1941. Peggy was only 6 years old and her sister was 3 years old. They and two older brothers were admitted at the same time. She would spend 12 years of her life at the orphanage, and she graduated from the Methodist Orphanage High School in 1953.
Life at the orphanage was unique. We felt blessed. We lived on a wooded campus in large brick buildings with over 300 brothers and sisters. We ate together, we attended classes together, we played together and we worked together. After graduation, many of our orphanage siblings went on to college and led productive lives with careers such as doctors, teachers, preachers, business executives and skilled technicians.
There are many stories we could tell about the orphanage, but I’ll share just a couple of my favorites:
Deborah Clewis Mize
11/18/2019 09:59:44 am
Dear Billy and Peggy, I want to thank you for the many sweet things you gave to mom and dad. Most of all the memories. They cherished each and everything you'd send. I wanted to let you know Jim and Lucille are in Charlotte. I'll let them explain why. My request : do you know of any films available of the May court my mom was in. And any films my dad might have been in? You two bring a lot of joy to many. You've always worked so hard to bring everyone together. Thank you from the bottom of my heart
Deborah Clewis Mize
11/18/2019 10:03:55 am
My phone is 904 651 4822.
12/20/2019 09:29:09 am
I actually went to the first grade at the orphanage. It was a school. I did not live there. I lived off Glenwoood Ave with my parents. The next year they sent us to Myrtle Underwood. I can't find f any information about the orphanage being a public school. Do you have any information on this?
Vickie Womble merritt
11/3/2020 10:09:24 am
Please add me to your mailing list. My dad, Everette Womble, lived at the orphanage beginning at age 7 in 1934. I often went with him to the Easter reunions. Thanks!
2/19/2021 02:41:45 pm
2/18/2023 11:05:49 am
I remember having 2 first cousins who grew up in the Methodist Orphanage on Glenwood Ave., Raleigh, NC, whose names are Roy and Walter Lewis Smith. I would like to know if you might know if either is still living. I believe they would be in their late 80' or early 90's.
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