So, as I sit back and think about some of my
travels over the years I often find that my fondest memories come from the
locations that are the strangest. Now,
over the years I’ve had many opportunities to visit a lot of great places
around our country and even into Canada (never had much of a desire to leave
our continent). Some of them stunning in
natural beauty, others strange tourist traps hell bent on extracting the last
nickel from your out-turned pockets, others serene and some just damn
strange. I guess under the category of ‘Damn
Strange’ is where is I would list my visit to Babyland General Hospital in
Cleveland.
Now, the drive to Cleveland (see my post on Helen,
Georgia) is a bit of donkey ride around the mountains, but very scenic
nonetheless. Cleveland is your average,
quaint mountain town with a population around 3400 people. While
I personally haven’t spent much time in
Cleveland, I have driven through
Cleveland on many occasions. Like most
small towns in Northern Georgia, Cleveland seems like it would be a wonderful
place to have kids and raise a family of homely, often shapeless children with
bizarre names…..wait…..
Yes, welcome to Cleveland, Georgia. Home of the Cabbage Patch Kids. Who doesn’t remember the craze of the Cabbage
Patch Kids in the early 80’s? Mothers,
fathers, and grandmothers going to fisticuffs and shouting matches attempting
to stomp out the competition in K-B Toy stores across the country! Oh, those were the days. Folks lining up for a chance to spend their
hard earned dollars on these (in my opinion) hideous folk art dolls with very
strange names – Damn Strange! However,
many don’t realize that the Cabbage Patch Kids came from a humble beginning known
as Little People Originals as named by their artist designer Xavier
Roberts. Mr. Roberts is now 60 years old
and I’m sure enjoying a gifted life from the revenue of the little people he
created. Some credit should be given to
Martha Nelson Thomas who may in fact be the original creator of the dolls but
would not sell her design to Mr. Roberts.
He created his own iteration and the rest is history.
Babyland General Hospital is a very strange
dichotomy from the moment you pull onto the 96 acre palatial estate. The lush plantation sprawls out before you
highlighting the impeccable antebellum architecture of the ‘hospital’ itself
which stands at great contrast to the garish and whimsical interior
design. I don’t want to give away any
spoilers so I’m not posting pictures from this trip. You’ll really need to visit and see for
yourself. However, you can gain a bit of
a peak into the strange world of cabbage by visiting the hospital’s
website: www.babylandgeneral.com.
Upon entering the hospital you are greeted by
nurses at the triage booth. In the main
lobby you can peruse glass cases full of the original Little People and the
astronomical prices associated with them.
Needless to say, the glass cases are still full! These Little People are reserved for adopting
parents with VERY deep pockets.
Next you move into a room that features hand
stitched Cabbage Patch Kids. The
adoption fees for these children run around $200 per ‘kid’. Each doll is hand sewn and painted just like
the originals. Once you leave this area
you enter into the 70,000 square foot spectacle that is all things
cabbage. While my excitement level was
not topping the gauge, the little ones that were with us went berserk. Anything you can imagine that is Cabbage
Patch Kid related is available. I’m
pretty sure you could literally spend hundreds of dollars on outfitting one Kid
and that doesn’t include the adoption fees!
It shouldn’t take long upon entering the main area
of the hospital to spot the Cabbage Tree and the holy grail of the Cabbage
Patch empire – Mother Cabbage. Every
hour on the hour her tender and beautiful leaves open wide and release a new
Cabbage Patch Kid into the world (as I laugh uncomfortably under my breath).
OK, I’ll be honest. This is when things get damn strange. The hospital, for the most part, is a giant
toy store. However, the hourly
celebration of life with Mother Cabbage is both beautiful and vexing. To witness the coming of life you’ll need to listen
for the hourly announcement that Mother Cabbage is ready deliver. You’ll need to join the throngs of real ‘little
people’ that gather around the Cabbage Tree to witness this miracle. After making the necessary preparations and
the initial examination is complete, the orderly gives Mother Cabbage a shot of
TLC to help her relax and then it happens…..
No, I can’t really share the whole thing. Again, you’ll need to visit to understand how
each and every kid comes into this world!
All I can say is that I can only liken the entire act to a Disney movie –
adored by children and written for the humor of adults.
After the miracle of Kid birth, the audience gets
to name the new baby. Most often, the
names are made up from the first, middle and last names of the kids in the
audience. After the naming celebration
the Kid is whisked off to its post-natal examination and shots which everyone
is welcome to witness. Keep in mind
these Kids are not your average garden variety (cheap pun intended) boxed
versions by Coleco (though there are hundreds to choose from). These are mid-grade kids that run from
$100-$200 in price, er, I mean adoption fee.
So, be prepared if you have a little one with you that you may get a
full court press to adopt the new Kid that your own little one just watched be
born and may have been responsible for naming.
Yeah, it’s a great sales pitch!
While the whole affair is a little strange (sorry –
Damn Strange) it is very well done and it’s neat to see the little ones
enjoying themselves so much. The staff
are obviously dedicated to their jobs and do a great job staying in character
as doctors, nurses, and orderlies. All
and all it’s a great day trip that everyone can enjoy and find a bit of humor
in.
While the spectacle is worth witnessing, nothing
beats getting home with empty pockets and self-medicating after a busy day at
the hospital ‘birthin’ babies’. Another
great trip ends with a great evening along the Coosawattee River.
Till next time,
Till next time,
Chris