The Gift of Family Love and Laughter:
By Carla Hall, November 4, 1982:
DOROTHY AND Robert DeBolt have 20 children. "Now, when we left home, it was 20," says Robert DeBolt straight-faced, "but it might be more."
Actually, only seven of those 20 live in the DeBolt home in Piedmont, Calif., near San Francisco. It is a large, old, three-story house. "It has seven bedrooms, but more importantly it has six bathrooms," says Robert DeBolt. The largest number of children in the house at one time was 16.
To say that theirs is a diverse household is an understatement. Five children are from Dorothy DeBolt's previous marriage. One is from Robert DeBolt's previous marriage. The remaining 14 were adopted. Several of them are Amerasian, one is black.
Some of the adopted children are paraplegic or have other physical handicaps. Some are blind, some have a combination of problems. All had something that made them difficult to be adopted.
"With my first husband, we had four healthy children born to us in four years," Dorothy DeBolt says. "We felt very blessed. We didn't have much money, but we had other things. We felt the need to say 'Hey, God, thank you, we're lucky.' We decided to show it by adopting children."
They began by adopting unwanted children -- those left in hospitals or shuttled through foster homes. In the 27 years since, Dorothy DeBolt and her second husband, Robert, have started an agency -- Aid to Adoption of Special Kids -- to promote and facilitate adoption of hard-to-place children, and they have made careers out of speaking on how they have raised their own family. There have been two films made about the DeBolts -- one was the Academy Award-winning "Who Are the DeBolts -- And Where Did They Get 19 Kids?" (made before they got the 20th). After that, there was a book.
Last night, there was an award. Dorothy DeBolt received the 1982 "Endow a Dream" Award from the W. Clement and Jessie V. Stone Foundation. It carries a $50,000 grant and honors "an individual, who through his or her own positive mental attitude, has overcome adversity and gone on to make significant contributions to the betterment of humanity." She was nominated by their 22-year-old daughter, Doni, who joined the growing family when her father and Dorothy were married.
As embodiments of the postive mental attitude that Stone espouses, the DeBolts certainly qualify. "We have a terrible time looking at things as problems," she says. "I don't mean to be Pollyana-ish . . ."
"We're not martyrs or saints," says Robert DeBolt. "If we had a lot of problems, we wouldn't do it. Because of these handicaps, the child has to take a close look at himself at an early age. I might have been 35 when I took a close look at myself."
The DeBolts take turns telling anecdotes about the children. She is tall and slim, with high cheekbones. He has gray hair, thick eyebrows and a strong face. A civil engineer by profession, he gave up his job as president of an Oakland construction company to help start the adoption agency and launch a full-time speaking career. "I became a corporate dropout," he says. "I'm ungainfully employed." Their $50,000-a-year income comes from lecture tours (the $50,000 Dorothy received with the Stone award will go to their adoption agency). They have a folder of material on themselves and a list of suggested speech topics: "Love, Laughter, and Twenty Kids," "From Burn-Out to Bonfire," "Parenting in the '80s," "Society Says 'Handicapped' -- We Say 'Challenged.' "
On Robert DeBolt's right hand is a large, oval turquoise ring. On his left hand is a gold wedding band that matches his wife's. Both wedding bands are inscribed: "Thank you, God."
"We believe deeply in God," she says. "But we're very unritualistic."
She is 58. He is 51. "She didn't marry me," he says. "She adopted me."
Dorothy DeBolt already had given birth to five children and adopted two Amerasian children when her first husband, an insurance broker, died. The youngest child was 3 at the time. With life insurance money, she put a down payment on the house in Piedmont. She was making $775 a month. "We were all working," she said. "I was working part-time, teaching piano and speaking. I begged service clubs to let me speak. Then I began speaking to clubs with budgets -- interfamily relations, parenting, a career and mothering."
Then she got a call from an organization trying to place severely wounded Vietnamese children. "A woman asked if I could recruit families for these two 14-year-olds. I remember my mother -- she's Swedish -- used to say to me, 'Doora,' " she says, mimicking her mother's Swedish accent, " 'you haf to learn to listen to God through yoor ea-hers, not through your stoo-mach.' I was on the phone with this woman, and God said, 'Okay, Dora, why don't you take them?' My head said, 'No.' My stomach said, 'yes.' "
She took them in.
Two months later, with nine children, she met Robert DeBolt.
"She was a doll," he says. "It was a blind date. The man who owned the company I ran -- his wife was an avocational matchmaker . . . She probably fixed me up on 110 dates. I told her, 'No more.' I really hated to hear the phone ring -- I thought it was Jean with another body. Then she asked me to take a friend of hers to a Christmas party they were having. Jean said to me, 'Ted says he thinks she might be too much for you.' I said, 'What?!' "
"Here's what she did to me," says Dorothy DeBolt with a grin. "Jean called and said, 'I know you don't ordinarily do this, but I'd love you to meet this guy. He's a lovely man, good with kids.' She said, 'I've fixed him up with a lot of nice ladies, but what he wants is someone intelligent. If she'd said he wanted a sexy broad, I would have said 'No way.' "
"What she really fixed me up with was a sexy, intelligent woman," says Robert DeBolt.
"Ahhh, thank you, darling," she says.
After the DeBolts were married, they moved into the Piedmont house, with Robert bringing his 10-year-old-daughter, Doni. The reaction in Piedmont had been mixed since Dorothy DeBolt had arrived. "My immediate neighbor was lovely, others weren't so sure . . . I got a note from a neighbor one time that said, 'You, Dorothy, are a traitor to this country.' It was the Vietnam war and I had these Amerasian children." She also found little hate notes in her mailbox: "Why don't you take these little bastard children and move out?"
"But then it came full circle," she says. "After people realized what we were doing, they really tried to help." And the local school system, the DeBolts say, supported what they were doing from the start. "Now, people run around saying, 'The DeBolts live here! The DeBolts live here!' "
"Would you believe," says Robert DeBolt, leaning forward in his chair, "we're on the Gray Line tour?"
Their family has been a success, they say, but it has not been without problems. "Dorothy and I have made more mistakes than other parents," says Robert DeBolt. "God knows we've had enough chances."
"We had a tendency to scold and say 'You're bad,' instead of saying, 'You're such a good child. Why would you do such a dumb thing?' " says Dorothy DeBolt.
"We have a tendency to underestimate the adaptability of children," says Robert DeBolt. "These children can come from some of the damnedest backgrounds, and they can adjust."
One child they adopted together was J.R. -- 10 years old, wheelchair-bound, blind, 40 pounds overweight from having been treated as a vegetable and stuffed with food in one temporary home after another. "But his greatest handicap was his lack of self-esteem," says Dorothy DeBolt. "The first time he walked on crutches, he did it for me as a Mother's Day gift. He would only do things like that for others. But now, he's so motivated he's driving us crazy." Today, he is 18, walking with braces and crutches, slimmed down, in 10th grade, an honor student and secretary of the student body. He also was campaign volunteer in California State Sen. Milton Marks' unsuccessful reelection bid this fall.
There is a daughter, Karen -- black, born without legs and arms. Karen, 16, who uses artificial limbs, walks eight blocks to high school and was voted outstanding musician at her school. (She plays marimba.) She also swims at the local pool, without her prostheses. "No one pays any attention to her," says Robert DeBolt. "When she first came, everyone stared. She looked like a seal with her stumps flapping. Swims like one, too."
But there also are problems that more typical households have: Everyone must have assigned chores or nothing gets done. There are no babysitters, and a cleaning woman comes only occasionally. "She's there a few hours and her eyes glaze over," says Dorothy DeBolt.
"We took out the television set about seven years ago -- that's what caused friction and arguing," said Dorothy DeBolt. "They would sit and stare at the boob tube and argue about who's going to watch what." (However, somone recently sent them one as a gift. They watch it on weekends.)
They always eat dinner together -- at two tables pushed together when necessary. And they try to talk about the problems. "We've had kids experiment with marijuana," says Dorothy DeBolt. "We're not going to say we don't. But no one's gone off the deep end. They all have their problems, their fears, their crushes on boys, whether they're paraplegic or not. But I tell my kids, 'You're so much luckier than I was.' I was so boy crazy, so moody. I don't know how my mother put up with me."
The Cincinnati Enquirer - Fri - Apr. 28, 1972
Daily News Post - Mon - Feb. 19, 1973
Dorothy DeBolt dies at 89; adoption advocate raised 20 children
By REBECCA TROUNSON, LOS ANGELES TIMES MARCH 12, 2013 12 AM PT
It was a story Dorothy Atwood DeBolt enjoyed telling, one that any harried parent of young children might find somewhat familiar.
The phone rang one day as the busy mother raced around her home, getting ready for an out-of-town trip and wrapping up housework before her kids got home. She answered and a child said: “Mom, this is Jennifer. Can I go to the playground after school?”
DeBolt replied: “Sure, honey, but be home by 5,” and hung up. Seconds later, she said aloud: “Oh my God, we don’t have a kid named Jennifer.”
Dorothy DeBolt, who laughed along with her family whenever she misplaced the names of the many children she did have, may not have had a daughter named Jennifer. Nor did she figure out which neighbor child might have made that errant call.
Yet DeBolt, who died Feb. 24, and her husband did, remarkably, raise 20 children — six biological and 14 adopted. Many of those they adopted had physical or emotional disabilities and most — though not all — were from other countries.
DeBolt, whose family became the subject of two films, including an Oscar-winning documentary, died of cardiac arrest at her El Cajon home. She was 89 and had been in poor health for several years, her husband, Bob DeBolt, said Monday.
The couple, who founded an Oakland-based nonprofit adoption agency for special needs children, taught their own to be self-reliant and to live independently. They made no special accommodations in their two-story home in Piedmont, near Oakland, mostly because they were cash-strapped, they said, but each child, with encouragement from the others, learned to navigate through it.
The family included adopted children who were paraplegics and others afflicted by polio, spina bifida, paralysis and blindness. One was born without legs and arms. One saw his parents killed in a bombing, and some were wounded in war. One, a girl who was blind, battered and abandoned when she was adopted by the DeBolts at 4, had been named “The Child Who Never Smiles” by orphanage workers in Korea.
The girl, named Wendy, soon did, after a corneal transplant that restored the sight in one eye. “She went darting around the house, cupping the chins of her brothers and sisters and laughing out loud for the sheer joy of seeing for the first time,” Dorothy DeBolt said in a 1988 Times interview. “That’s the kind of ringside seat to miracles we’ve had.”
The family was featured in the 1977 documentary “Who Are the DeBolts? And Where Did They Get 19 Kids?,” which won an Academy Award and was narrated and produced by actor Henry Winkler. The DeBolts later adopted their 20th child, Reynaldo, a Mexican street kid with a paralyzed leg who was part of a sequel.
Dorothy DeBolt and her first husband, Ted Atwood, had five children in the 1950s when they adopted two Amerasian boys who were products of the Korean War. After Atwood died in 1963, Dorothy took in two more — both disabled youngsters from Vietnam.
In the late 1960s, she was a widow with nine kids when a friend set her up on a blind date with Bob DeBolt, a civil engineer who was recently divorced and had one child.
Neither was expecting much when Bob arrived at her Spanish-style home. The door opened, he later recalled, and “here was this mass of little people,” along with his stylish, mini-skirted date.
They were married in 1970. “I fell in love on the first date,” Dorothy told The Times in 1988. “I always think I can give some hope to ladies out there who have kids and think they’ll never get married again.”
The blended family grew, with each new child learning to contribute to the household and support the others.
Bob DeBolt said Monday that his wife was moved to adopt partly by her faith — “Thank you, God” was posted about the house — although she was not overly religious. Mostly, he said, “she was motivated by the fact that because these kids were disabled didn’t mean they weren’t adoptable.
“These weren’t throwaway kids,” he said. “Her goal was to allow every child to have a permanent home.”
Born Dec. 29, 1923, in San Francisco, Dorothy was the elder of two children of Esther and Michael Nortier. Her mother, from Sweden, and her father, from the Netherlands, owned several Bay Area restaurants.
She attended UC Berkeley, then became a professional pianist, joining a San Francisco combo that played boogie woogie and other popular music. She stopped playing professionally after starting a family but taught all her children to play and enjoy music.
The adoption agency she and her husband founded, Adopt A Special Kid, or AASK, was the first in the country to focus on special needs children, the family said. It has placed 3,500 children in California and thousands more through its affiliates around the country.
Two children, J.R. and Twe, died as adults. Along with her husband, Dorothy DeBolt’s survivors include her children, Mike, Mimi, Stephanie, Noel, Kim, Marty, Melanie, Doni, Ly, Dat, Trang, Phong, Tich, Anh, Reynaldo, Sunee, Karen and Wendy, 27 grandchildren, six great-grandchildren, and her brother, Art Nortier.
Tallahassee Democrat - Thu - Feb. 15, 1979
Personal note / oral history add:
After creating the Sidney Dearing website, a woman who had moved from Berkeley to Piedmont in the 70s was eager to talk to me but not knowing how to find me, went to our Chief of Police in Piedmont (2021) asking for my contact information. Surprisingly, it worked. She invited me over to her house for sweet tea and to tell me about the DeBolt family. She told me about how horrible the family and the children were first treated when they got to Piedmont. Some of their neighbors would throw rotten eggs and tomatoes at the yard and while yelling "to go back to where they came from." Many of the kids of the DeBolts were from other countries and some had severe disabilities. This neighbor said the DeBolts were some of the most caring family she had ever seen and the amount of love in that family was admirable. She ended up welcoming the DeBolts with open arms and her husband, a dentist, got his practice and other neighbors around them to help set up the children with dental benefits.
<Thank you to Chief Bowers' for helping set this up>