Timeline: Grim history of Ireland's mother and baby homes
The burial site, which could hold the remains of nearly 800 infants and young children, has forced the country and the Catholic Church to contend with its decades-long legacy of shunning unmarried mothers and separating them from their children left at the mercy of a cruel system.
Extensive maltreatment that contributed to the deaths of thousands of children has been gradually revealed over time. Here is a timeline of developments related to Ireland's network of mother and baby homes.
1800s
1846 — The Tuam workhouse opens on six acres to house 800 'inmates' who were destitute.
1900s
1921 — County Galway opens a mother and baby home in a former workhouse in Glenamaddy that is run by Bon Secours Sisters, a Catholic religious order.
1922-23 — The home is occupied by British troops during the Irish Civil War. Six members of an Irish Republican Army faction that opposed the treaty ending the war were executed there in 1923.
1925 — The Children's Home in Glenamaddy closes and reopens in the converted Tuam workhouse as a home for.
1961 — The Tuam home closes.
1970s — Two boys discover bones in an underground chamber on the grounds of the derelict home. Locals believe the grave includes victims of the Irish famine and create a memorial garden.
2000s
2012 — Local historian Catherine Corless publishes an article in the Journal of the Old Tuam Society that reveals many children died in the home. She later finds records of 796 deaths with no burial records. She reveals that the bones found in the 1970s were in the location of a defunct septic tank.
May 2014 — The Irish Mail publishes a story about nearly 800 unaccounted dead babies at the home and the possibility some are buried in the sewage tank. International news coverage leads to a public outcry.
June 2014 — The Irish government announces it will investigate mother and baby homes across Ireland, including Tuam.
February 2015 — The Commission of Investigation into Mother and Baby Homes is formally established.
March 2017 — A test excavation by the commission confirms 'significant quantities' of human remains of infants in underground chambers at the Tuam site. Tests show they ranged from 35 weeks to three years old.
2018 — The Irish government pledges to carry out a full forensic excavation and enact legislation to allow for the recovery and potential identification of remains.
October 2018 — Government officially approves a full forensic excavation of the Tuam site. The cost is estimated at 6—13 million ($7-15 million) euros.
January 2021 — The Commission's final report finds that about 9,000 children died in 18 institutions, including Tuam, from 1922 to 1998. Prime Minister Micheál Martin issues a state apology.
2022 — Ireland passes the Institutional Burials Act, giving legal authority to excavate, recover, and identify remains from sites such as Tuam.
2023 — The Director of Authorised Intervention is established to oversee the Tuam excavation.
June 11, 2025 — The site is secured, and pre-excavation work begins.
July 14, 2025 — The excavation team begins its dig to recover remains.
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Given how distressed and insistent I was, they decided that, out of an abundance of caution, my father would take my friend, the nanny, and me to my house, and her dad would call the gas company to have them check for a leak. When the guy from the gas company arrived, he didn't smell anything, but when he took out his device to detect a leak, it showed that the levels were dangerously high. Apparently, he told my friend's dad that had there been a spark or had someone lit the stove or even plugged something into an electrical outlet, there likely would have been a large explosion. To this day, I have no idea how I knew what gas smelled like or how I would have smelled it, as I have a horrible sense of smell." —Anonymous 9."In 1976, when I was 23, I woke one morning with a strong feeling to stay home and not go anywhere that day. It was my day off from work, so I decided to stay in, but my boyfriend called me that evening and wanted me to come over. I felt uneasy about agreeing, but I wanted to see him, so I did. About 11 p.m., I decided to go home from his place. I suddenly heard the whispers of a crowd of people telling me not to leave, but I ignored them. As I got into my car, I heard a loud shout. 'Put on your seat belt!' it said." "In those days, cars had only hip belts, no shoulder straps. I pulled my belt over my hips and drove away. Two blocks later, I was hit by a drunk driver who knocked my car sideways head-on into a big tree. I was OK, but if I had not listened, I would have hit the windshield with my head or gone straight through it into that tree and probably died or had serious brain injuries." —Anonymous 10."My dad was in the hospital, and we were talking on the phone. A few minutes into the conversation, my dad said his nurse wanted to talk to me. A man got on the phone, said his name was David, and said my dad wasn't in very good shape. I asked what was wrong. He said my dad wasn't getting his meals or meds regularly at home. I was shocked and devastated. My dad remarried some years before, after having lived with the woman for over a decade. I had met her and her daughter numerous times over the years and thought they were decent folks. But, something was horribly wrong." "The nurse asked me if I had power of attorney (P.O.A.) and other important documents for my dad, and I told him no. He said I needed to 'get to the hospital today' and get the paperwork done. My anxiety immediately went off the charts, knowing it was a long drive to get to my dad, and knowing I had to get on the road immediately. I told the nurse how far away I lived, and he emphasized that I needed to get there as soon as possible. My husband and I agreed that I would get on the road that day, drive as far as I safely could, then get a hotel room and continue on the next day. It was close to 10 p.m. when I left home. I managed to drive four hours before I called it a night, and arrived at the hospital around 10 a.m. the next morning. My father's wife (who had not called to tell me my dad was in the hospital) was startled when I walked in. She began rambling about why she hadn't called me. I brushed her excuses off nicely and engaged her and my dad in pleasant conversation while trying to get more details. After his wife left, my dad and I discussed the situation. He said he was being pretty much starved and deprived of his meds daily, and there was criminal activity going on in the house since his stepdaughter had moved in with him and his wife the year before. We discussed an action plan, and he agreed that he wanted and needed specific documents in place naming me as his P.O.A., executor of his will, and more. After talking to my dad's doctors, I wanted to thank the nurse who had alerted me to the seriousness of the situation. The doctors didn't know who he was, so I asked the other nurses on duty. None of them knew who I was talking about. They said there were no male nurses on duty the previous day or even the day before that, and they also said that they had no male nurses named David on their current roster.I thought it was strange that no one knew Nurse David, but the thought moved to the back of my mind because the focus was on getting the paperwork completed before my dad's wife and her family returned. A family friend worked for an attorney about 10 miles from the hospital. She printed and delivered the documents before dinner, and thankfully, we were able to get everything signed and notarized before the others next day, I went back to the hospital to visit my dad again. Once more, I tried to get details about nurse David, and again, no one knew who he was." —Anonymous Related: 11."When my oldest son was 4, I took him to a local rural creek to walk around. It was a secluded location with no one else around. While crossing the creek, I slipped and sprained my ankle so badly that my ankle bone rolled over and touched the ground. Knowing that I was in trouble, I immediately grabbed my son and got him to the car and home. My ankle was so badly torn that I couldn't put weight on it for another two weeks. When we were talking about it later, my son casually mentioned that it was good that those two men were there to help me get to the car." —Jerry, Binghamton, NY 12."I developed PTSD before I learned to tie my shoes, and as a result, I had a lot of 'behavioral problems' as a child. This resulted in me spending much of my elementary education in isolated suspension. Essentially, I was put in a very small room in the administrative office, which had a big glass window. There were two desks in there, and I became close friends with a boy from another class in my fourth and fifth grade years, because he was usually in ISS with me. Well, turns out he never existed." "More than 20 years later, I still remember him better than most of my classmates. I can remember him comforting me as I cried, as I told him about my home life and secrets that I still haven't told anyone else. I went to a different school for sixth grade, but came back to high school in the same town. When I asked about him, no one knew a thing about who he was. This was a school where graduating classes were rarely ever over 100. He wasn't in any yearbooks, even in the 'absent for photographs' section." —t492e49f12 13."The very first time I remember this happening, I was around 8. My daily chores included taking out the trash, and my parents had to frequently remind me to do it. One particular time, I neglected my chores, it was raining all day, and I was being lazy. My mom yelled up the stairs for me to take the garbage out. I, of course, had to chime back and tell her it was raining and I'd do it later. Since it was a rainy day, my mom used the opportunity to clean the house. This meant the trash filled up faster than normal, and she needed it done. She started using her mom-voice, and for some reason, I kept resisting. I had a gut feeling. Eventually, I begrudgingly obliged." "After slipping my shoes on, I looked out the window and saw that the rain had picked up. It was looking nasty outside, and I really didn't want to make the thirty-foot walk to the garage where the dumpster was. I again asked mom if I could just please do it later. Since I was already on thin ice with my parents for slacking at chores, she yelled, 'Do it now!' So, I ventured out into the storm with one bag of trash and a bucket of recyclables. Halfway to the dumpster, I got the textbook 'hair standing up' feeling one gets before lightning strikes. But being a young kid, I had no idea how lightning or electricity worked. All of a sudden, everything around me illuminated and got kind of metallic — all except this one normal-colored spot on the asphalt about five feet in front of me. For whatever reason, I tossed the trash and recyclables and dove into the spot on the asphalt. As I hit the ground, I heard the loudest noise I've ever heard. I narrowly missed being struck by lightning. Mom came running out of the house, thinking I was toast. When she saw that I was okay, she apologized over and over (and still does to this day) that she made me take the trash out during a storm. I like to think this event 'sparked' my clairvoyant tendencies, like some kind of comic book plot, but I'm really not into supernatural stuff. I call this my 'clairvoyant urge'. This 'urge' has saved me a few times." —Jupe, Hudson, WI 14."My sister and I were teenagers, driving around town and drinking. We drank way too much that night we shouldn't have been out driving. Her car was pretty much a piece of junk that would quit running at random moments. Well, that random moment struck as we were close to railroad tracks. The engine stopped and we rolled onto the tracks as a train was approaching." "We were too drunk to realize we needed to jump out of the car and sat motionless on the tracks, staring in horror at the approaching train. Suddenly, the car started rolling, like someone was pushing it over the tracks. We escaped death by seconds. When the train had gone by, we looked to see who had saved us, but no one was there. That was the last time we were drunk enough not to be able to save ourselves. If it hadn't been for the mysterious push from behind, we would have missed most of our lives and never would have had our children and grandchildren." —Anonymous 15."At one point, I worked 10 days straight with no days off, so when I finally got one, all I wanted to do that particular evening was watch a good movie with a glass of wine and relax. Around 9:30 p.m., I started hearing this voice telling me, 'You must get out of this house.' I couldn't understand why I was thinking this thought, so I tried really hard to stop thinking it. After some time, I realized it was not my thought. I had no control to stop it and over time it was getting louder and more persistent." "There were two girls who lived next door to me that I didn't know well, but I found myself going over to their place. I told them I didn't understand why, but I couldn't stay in my house, so I asked if I could sleep in their spare bedroom. This was about 11 p.m. Twenty minutes later, one of the girls' boyfriends arrived and said when he pulled up, he saw a man going around the back of my house. He followed the guy and found my back door busted in. A man with a crowbar appeared, shoved the boyfriend off the steps, and fled. Then, he said he recognized the man with the crowbar — it was my (now-ex) husband. I later learned that he had come there that night to kill me. I believe what I experienced that night was intuition. Fast forward 10 years, and my ex-husband was convicted of murdering his second wife and her 14-year-old daughter. The lingering question I have had since is, 'Why wasn't she warned like I was?'" —Cheryl, Shasta Lake, USA 16."The first time I experienced this phenomenon was in 1981. I was mowing my lawn, and my dad dropped by. It was very hot and I had been mowing for a while. My young son was playing in the yard, also. My dad walked up and offered to take over the mowing, and I was going to let him, but I heard a very loud voice say, 'Don't let him do it.' So, I told him no, I would finish it myself. The next night, he had a fatal heart attack. I believe that if I had let him mow, he would have died right there in my yard, in front of my son." —Anonymous Related: 17."A few years ago, I got my daughter a cat for her birthday. About two months later, we were painting together and used an old sports water bottle to rinse our brushes. We were having fun, and I didn't realize how late it had gotten, so I put my daughter in the bath and to bed without cleaning up. After she fell asleep, I went back downstairs and laid on the couch, thinking I would clean up after an episode of The Boys. About two hours later, I was woken up from a dead sleep with a voice telling me to check upstairs. I looked at the baby monitor, and my daughter was asleep and breathing, so I tried to ignore it out of sleepiness. The voice repeated itself, getting more and more urgent. It sounded so urgent that I got up and went upstairs immediately." "When I got to the landing, I saw the cat, who usually slept on my daughter's bed, lying on her side with her head stuck in the sports water bottle. It was completely fogged up, and she was barely breathing. It took me a few seconds to pry it off and start giving her CPR. Fortunately, she was alright. That voice saved my cat's life!" —patriciajoseph1 18."One Christmas break from college, my parents decided we were going to drive from Montana to California to see my sister. On the first day, we were driving an isolated road with no traffic. The roads were very icy. I was lying in the backseat when the car started spinning and landed in a ditch beside the road. My parents and I piled out and had to walk up a steep bank to where we'd been driving. We looked down at our car and couldn't figure out what to do. There were no other cars on the road, and this was before cell phones in the early 1980s." "We stood there for quite a while, getting cold. All of a sudden, a little baby blue Chevy Luv pickup drove up to us and stopped. There was only a front seat, but out of the little truck came four huge football-player-like men. Each of them must have been well over six feet tall, and they were at least 250 pounds each, with bright blonde hair. Without saying a word, the four men climbed down to our car, picked it up, carried it up the steep bank, and dropped the car onto the road. My parents and I said thank you, but the men ignored us and silently piled back in their little truck and drove off. We just stood there, trying to figure out what had just happened. Years later, my mom told me that she thought the men were angels." —Anonymous 19."When I was about 8 years old (this would have been 1948–49), I took a city bus to school every day. I crossed a busy street, walked across railroad tracks, and walked a couple of blocks to school. On this occasion, I got off the bus and, like most kids, didn't look both ways. I took two steps into the street, and out of nowhere, felt someone grab me by the shoulders. Suddenly, I was back on the sidewalk. Just as this happened, a car flew by going very fast." "I looked up and there was a very tall Black man of, I would guess, about 30 years old. Now, this was back in the bad old days. I had never interacted with a Black man; it would have been forbidden. But, I remembered my manners and said, 'Thank you, sir!' Just then, another bus pulled up. I turned to look at it. When I immediately turned back to continue thanking the man, he was gone! Neither the bus driver nor anyone who got off the bus saw him. But I will remember him until the day I die." —Anonymous 20."When I was 10, my aunt (who was my guardian because my mom at the time had a serious illness) passed away. I moved with my parents to a remote farmhouse. Fast forward two years, and at age 12, I was awake late one hot summer night when an orb of light appeared above my bed. It was so bright I thought it would blind me. I heard a voice call me by a pet name that only my aunt used. I couldn't move, I was so terrified. She said, 'Tomorrow, a blue van will drive into the driveway and men will knock down the door. It will be OK if you do exactly as I say.' "Something like a movie, or a quick succession of images and commands, flashed in front of me. 'Call your grandfather, get a weapon, go to the bathroom, and lock the door. Don't pull the trigger unless they touch the bathroom doorknob. Do not reveal your location until you hear your grandfather's voice.' Just like that, she was gone. I tried to rationalize it. I thought maybe I'd hallucinated. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. The kitchen sink faced a window. In the reflection of the window, my aunt appeared again and said forcefully, 'You are not hallucinating. Do as I say and all will be well.' I dropped the glass and it next day, I was alone. I convinced myself I'd imagined the blue van pulled into the driveway and four men got out. I immediately did as my aunt had said. I heard them kick down the back door and enter every room but one. They never touched the bathroom door, and I never had to pull the trigger. Several minutes later, I heard them leave. Then I heard my grandfather's voice several minutes after that. I ran to him. And all was well despite being terrifying. I've been rescued more than once from those beyond. After that, I've never questioned the instructions. I'm just incredibly grateful." —Angie, Nashville, TN 21."I was driving home from work, tired after a long day of construction. I also had just stopped drinking a few weeks previously, and my temper was worse than before. I was driving in the slower lane on a four-lane divided highway (there was a wide, grassy median between the directions). Suddenly, two cars slightly ahead of me in the faster lane came over into my lane, cutting me off, and I had to brake quickly. My temper flared, and I was about to pass both of them, just because I was surprised and mad. A voice popped into my head and said nearly audibly, 'You don't have to do that.'" "Surprised again, I hesitated just as a car flashed by all of us, going the wrong way in the fast lane. There were no cell phones then, so I called the police as soon as I walked into my apartment. A trooper told me that they'd already apprehended the guy, who was very far gone on drugs. Unfortunately, he had struck an older lady head-on farther up the highway, and she'd been killed. I didn't drink that night, but I still remember that voice. I'm not religious, but that time and several others have led me to accept the idea of a 'power' aside from myself." —Cam, NJ seashore, USA 22."My son was 5 years old and seemingly healthy. We went to the beach, the zoo, Disney, and road tripped. He was fine. He started kindergarten. When we were home, he was in the playroom with his little brother, having at it, as usual. I was watching them play while cleaning up, and suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard a man's voice. Clear as day, I heard him say, 'That child is not long for the world.' I knew he was talking about Zac." "I'm an oncology nurse, so I assessed him and found a swollen lymph node in his neck. I freaked out. I knew there was something very wrong. The pediatrician was not concerned (I didn't tell him I heard a voice) and said we'd follow up with an ENT if it was still there in a few weeks. I couldn't let it go. I heard and believed that voice. I went through the phone book (it was 2003), got to 'B', and found an ENT willing to follow up. Surgery was pursued, and we were told it was fine. I believed I overreacted because of my profession. About a week later, the ENT called and said the first look at the biopsy was incorrect — my son had cancer. The kind that can double in size every day. MY SON HAD CANCER.I thank God I heard that voice and decided to listen to it." —Anonymous 23."I was traveling home to bury my mother. I had to go by myself, because my husband had to work and we lived 3,000 miles away from my family. I suffer from bipolar depression and anxiety. The TSA security area was a zoo: people packed like sardines, the trays banging, and the TSA agents barking orders. I was a mess. When I finally made it through the line, I was quietly crying and shaking like a leaf. I sat down on the first empty bench I could find and quietly wept, defeated and broken-hearted, when a little old lady who was not there a second ago put her hand on mine. She didn't say anything, just smiled gently and handed me a tissue." "She smelled like cookies and exuded calm and kindness. Once I stopped crying, she said, 'You aren't alone.' As I reached for my shoe, I turned my head to thank her, and she was gone. There was no way she could have left without my seeing her." —Anonymous 24."In 1989, I was visiting my best friend since childhood. We were out shopping at a mall where her son, my godson, worked at a restaurant as a waiter. He took his break and came over to the booth where we were sitting and pulled up a chair. We were all talking and laughing when all of a sudden I felt like I had been pulled out of my body and then heard the words, 'He's not long for here.' Hearing that, in my mind I heard myself say, 'Life is but a grain of sand,' I guess to say that the warning could mean 30 years from now, or anytime. But then again, I heard the words, 'He's not long for here.' "With that said, I felt myself being pulled back into my body with force. I felt very lightheaded. I looked over at my friend and godson, who had not even noticed what had happened. I was left with the feeling that the message was meant for just me, or it was meant to prepare me. Later on the drive back home, I tried to tell my friend what I had heard, but the words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. Twenty-four hours later, my godson would be dead, killed in a freak car accident by a 16-year-old driver in his first truck. On that day, my mother, sister, and I had been visiting family in East Tennessee and had not gotten the call. That night, my mother and I were watching the news when we saw the wreck featured on the news. The car had been so mangled that you really couldn't tell what kind of car it was, and the reporter didn't give my godson's name, but I knew it was him. The reporter did say that the victim had been airlifted to a local hospital and named it. I turned to my mother and told her I had to get to the hospital, because I knew it was Matt. She looked at me, puzzled, and asked how I knew. All I could say is that it was Matt. I wasn't in shock. I wasn't hysterical. In fact, I was calm. That voice had prepared me so I could be strong for my friend. I could help her through the next several days. Mentally, she just wasn't capable of doing what needed to be done, but I could. To this day, I can still hear that voice. And to this day, I still don't understand why I couldn't warn her." —MJA, Colorado, USA 25."It was the summer of 1986 and I was about 5 when this happened. My father was a marine and the marines brought their families together for a day of hot dogs, baseball, and fun. The park we were at had a paved walking trail that was basically just a really big circle around the park. Little 5-year-old me had my hot dog and went for a walk on the trail. At the furthest(ish) point on the trail from where everyone else was, I began to choke. I took a bite of hot dog that was too big and was having difficulty chewing it, which led to me accidentally swallowing before it was ready to be swallowed. I knew I was done for. I stood there, looking at the ground, hot dog in my left hand, and right hand where I felt the stuck dog right below my voice box. I was trying my hardest to push or vomit it out. I began to think, 'I'm gonna die.' That very second, I felt the urge to look up. To my left not three feet away was a tiny little old lady." "She was the straight-up stereotypical image of a sweet little old lady sitting on a bench, smiling at me. I quickly motioned to her that I was choking and needed help. In her soft, sweet, smiling old lady voice, she said, 'Oh I know, I know. You need to just relax, everything is going to be fine.' Seeing her happy calmness made her instruction to just relax seem like a good idea, so I did. The moment I began to relax was the moment I felt the hot dog moving back up my throat and back into my mouth, then onto the ground at my feet. I was in shock seeing a literal half of a hot dog on the ground and couldn't believe I took that big of a bite. I'm not sure how long I was staring at that hot dog, but it couldn't have been more than a second or two. When I looked up again, there was no bench and there was no old lady. I just lost it crying, standing there until one of the other marines noticed me and came to check on me. When he asked what was wrong, I blubberingly mumbled out through tears what happened. He stood up quick as spit sizzles, looking around for the old lady, then walked me back to the rest of the families." —Anonymous Related: 26."I was in Vietnam, '68–'69, in armor, tanks. My crew and I were out in the field guarding a highway on a cleared dirt section on the side of a hill. The army was great about making sure we got at least one hot meal a day. This one morning, believe it or not, we were all chipper, had just had a hot breakfast, and were standing behind our 'track' (slang for tank). There was a slight breeze blowing. I heard something new, I heard it again, and then I asked my crew, three of them, 'Did you hear something?' They all said no. I heard it again and told the guys, 'Let's move over there,' motioning about fifty feet away. Well, we moved, stopped, turned around, and WHAM! An enemy rocket, 122mm, hit right where we'd been standing!" "Years later, my Grandmother and I were talking about 'Nam. I mentioned the incident, and Grandma, like shock, remembered! She asked when that had happened, and I remembered the exact date, because it was my birthday. She said, 'I was trying to call you then, in early evening,' which would've made it morning in Vietnam, right about when I heard that strange sound. I'll never forget that!" —Clifford D. H., Tulsa, OK 27."Several years ago, my husband and I were in a Lowe's store. My husband had a history of heart issues and had a pacemaker as well as a defibrillator. He was 6'3" and weighed over 200 pounds at the time. Suddenly, he told me that he was feeling unwell and knew he was going down. I looked ahead and saw a lawn swing on display. I told him to try to get to the swing. He didn't make it and started to fall. The store had a concrete floor, and I knew I had to keep his head from hitting it. I was trying to hold onto his upper body and ease him down, but I was struggling, and there was no one around us. Suddenly, a pair of tan leather shoes — obviously expensive, handmade, and I assumed Italian — appeared, and two slender, tanned arms slid under my husband's shoulders, just inches from the floor, and very gently laid him down." "I didn't look up. I was so worried about my husband because his defibrillator hadn't gone off. I remember saying thank you, but the man never said a word back. When I did look up, there was no one there. A woman who had been coming into the store up front had seen me struggling with my husband and immediately pulled out her phone to call 911. Paramedics arrived almost immediately and store personnel came. The first question they asked was if his head hit the floor. I told them no, that a man had saved him at the last minute. They asked if I knew who it was. I told them I just saw his legs walking away toward the back of the store and that he never said a word. The manager came back to me a bit later and said they had asked every customer, but no one had claimed to have helped him up or matched the description. The woman who saw what was happening from the door and called 911, and did not see anyone but me with my husband, too. Do I believe God sent an angel? You bet I do. My husband recovered and lived several more years. He passed away in 2006, 18 years ago. I miss him every day and still cry as I write of this experience, but I know he's pain-free and happy now." —Mary, Littleton, Colorado 28."My husband and I went out to lunch one afternoon. The restaurant had TVs hanging from the ceiling, and one of them was in the corner next to our table. As soon as we sat down, I kept hearing a voice telling me to go to the bathroom. At first, I ignored it. I didn't need to go, but it was so persistent that I decided just to go and wash my hands. I was in the bathroom for about 30 seconds when I heard a huge crash. When I went back out to the dining room, I realized that the TV above our table had fallen and landed on top of the chair I had just been sitting in. Thank God I listened to that voice!" —Christina, Savannah, GA 29."In 2014, my husband was suffering from ulcerative colitis. It was so bad that he was wasting away, delirious and needing regular blood transfusions. We opted for surgery and had the date set for mid-September. One day in late August, I was chatting with a friend when I suddenly 'knew' that he needed the surgery right away. I was so certain that I jumped off the phone and called his surgeon's office to find out how to get him in sooner. That night, I took him to the ER, and he had the surgery three days later. His colon was so disintegrated that they had to change the surgery they were going to perform. Six weeks and four surgeries later, he came home. That message was so powerful that I never questioned whether it was true or where it came from." —Anonymous 30."One day, I was on my way out the door to drive to work. I had a pair of open-toed, flat shoes on. I was home alone, but I heard a disembodied voice telling me to put on boots. So, I immediately turned around and put on a pair of boots. As I drove to work, traffic came to a stop, and the truck behind me did not slow down like the rest of us. It plowed into me, pushing my car into the van in front of me. The front end of my car was crushed, all the airbags deployed, and the dashboard dropped onto my foot, cutting right into the top of my boot. If I had not changed my shoes that day, I would have suffered a deep gash on top of my foot. The car was totaled, but thankfully I was OK, just shaken up. This happened at least 10 years ago, and I still have those boots in my closet." —Anonymous I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER, from left: Tariq Withers, Sarah Pidgeon, Chase Sui Wonders, Madelyn Cline, 2025. ph: Brook Rushton /© Columbia Pictures /Courtesy Everett Collection finally, "When I was young, around 9 years old, I had to have pretty major surgeries for a birth defect. I was feeling sick, in pain, and frustrated about not being able to sleep or get out of bed. When I rang the bell for the night nurses to help me to the toilet, a smiling man dressed all in white would come straight away and help me. He was so happy and peaceful, with the biggest smile and a bright aura to him. He always came straight to me as soon as the bell rang. The next day (after the second night of his help), I asked another nurse if he would be on duty that night. The staff were very confused, even after my description of him. She told me there weren't any male staffers on duty those past two nights and that none of the porters or other staff wore all white or would have been answering bells on the ward." —Anonymous Thank you to everyone kind enough to share their stories! Have you ever had a "third man syndrome" experience like these? If so, I'd love if you'd tell us your story in the comments below or via this completely anonymous form. Note: Submissions are edited for length and/or clarity. If you enjoyed these stories, you can read a bunch more of them here. Also in BuzzFeed: Also in BuzzFeed: Also in BuzzFeed: Solve the daily Crossword


Boston Globe
31-07-2025
- Boston Globe
‘Just a jumble of bones.' How a baby grave discovery has grown to haunt Ireland
One of the boys, Franny Hopkins, remembers the hollow sound as his feet hit the ground. He and Barry Sweeney pushed back some briars to reveal a concrete slab they pried open. 'There was just a jumble of bones,' Hopkins said. 'We didn't know if we'd found a treasure or a nightmare.' Hopkins didn't realize they'd found a mass unmarked baby grave in a former septic tank — in a town whose name is derived from the Irish word meaning burial place. It took four decades and a persistent local historian to unearth a more troubling truth that led this month to the Advertisement The Tuam grave has compelled a broader reckoning that extends to the highest levels of government in Dublin and the Vatican. Ireland and the Catholic Church, once central to its identity, are grappling with the legacy of ostracizing unmarried women who they believed committed a mortal sin and separating them from children left at the mercy of a cruel system. Word of Hopkins' discovery may never have traveled beyond what is left of the home's walls if not for the work of Catherine Corless, a homemaker with an interest in history. Advertisement Corless, who grew up in town and vividly remembers children from the home being shunned at school, set out to write an article about the site for the local historical society. But she soon found herself chasing ghosts of lost children. 'I thought I was doing a nice story about orphans and all that, and the more I dug, the worse it was getting,' she said. Mother and baby homes were not unique to Ireland, but the church's influence on social values magnified the stigma on women and girls who became pregnant outside marriage. The homes were opened in the 1920s after Ireland won its independence from Britain. Most were run by Catholic nuns. In Tuam's case, the mother and baby home opened in a former workhouse built in the 1840s, for poor Irish where many famine victims died. It had been taken over by British troops during the Irish Civil War of 1922-23. Six members of an Irish Republican Army faction that opposed the treaty ending the war were executed there in 1923. Two years later, the imposing three-story gray buildings on the outskirts of town reopened as a home for expectant and young mothers and orphans. It was run for County Galway by the Bon Secours Sisters, a Catholic order of nuns. Mothers and their children carried that stigma most of their lives. But there was no accountability for the men who got them pregnant, whether by romantic encounter, rape, or incest. Around the time Corless was unearthing the sad history, Anna Corrigan was in Dublin discovering a secret of her own. Advertisement Corrigan, raised as an only child, vaguely remembered a time as a girl when her uncle was angry at her mother and blurted out that she had given birth to two sons. To this day, she's unsure if it's a memory or dream. While researching her late father's traumatic childhood confined in an industrial school for abandoned, orphaned, or troubled children, she asked a woman helping her for any records about her deceased mom. Corrigan was devastated when she got the news: before she was born, her mother had two boys in the Tuam home. 'I cried for brothers I didn't know, because now I had siblings, but I never knew them,' she said. Her mother never spoke a word about it. A 1947 inspection record provided insights to a crowded and deadly environment. Twelve of 31 infants in a nursery were emaciated. Other children were described as 'delicate,' 'wasted,' or with 'wizened limbs.' Corrigan's brother, John Dolan, was described as 'a miserable, emaciated child with voracious appetite and no control over his bodily functions, probably mental defective.' He died two months later in a measles outbreak. Despite a high death rate, the report said infants were well cared for and diets were excellent. Corrigan's brother, William, was born in May 1950 and listed as dying about eight months later. There was no death certificate, though, and his date of birth was altered on the ledger, which was sometimes done to mask adoptions, Corrigan said. In a hunt for graves, the cemetery caretaker led Corless across the street to the neighborhood and playground where the home once stood. A well-tended garden with flowers, a grotto, and Virgin Mary statue was walled off in the corner. It was created by a couple living next door to memorialize the place Hopkins found the bones. Advertisement Some were thought to be famine remains. But that was before Corless discovered the garden sat atop the septic tank installed after the famine. She wondered if the nuns had used the tank as a convenient burial place after it went out of service in 1937, hidden behind the home's 10-foot-high walls. 'It saved them admitting that so, so many babies were dying,' she said. 'Nobody knew what they were doing.' When she published her article in the Journal of the Old Tuam Society in 2012, she braced for outrage. Instead, she heard almost nothing. That changed, though, after Corrigan, who had been busy pursuing records and contacting officials from the prime minister to the police, found Corless. Corrigan connected her with journalist Alison O'Reilly, and the international media took notice after her May 25, 2014, article on the Sunday front page of the Irish Mail with the headline: 'A Mass Grave of 800 Babies.' The article caused a firestorm, followed by some blowback. Some news outlets, including The Associated Press, highlighted sensational reporting and questioned whether a septic tank could have been used as a grave. The Bon Secours sisters hired public relations consultant Terry Prone, who tried to steer journalists away. Despite the doubters, there was widespread outrage. Corless was inundated by people looking for relatives on the list of 796 deaths she compiled. It is expected to take two years to collect bones, many of which are commingled, sort them, and use DNA to try to identify them with relatives like Corrigan. Advertisement Some people in town believe the remains should be left undisturbed. But Corrigan hopes each child is found. 'They were denied dignity in life, and they were denied dignity and respect in death,' she said. 'So we're hoping that today maybe will be the start of hearing them because I think they've been crying for an awful long time to be heard.'