My first memories of sexual abuse are...
Maybe three or four years old.
It was my brother Jim coming in the middle of the night
and putting his hands on me,
and my curling up in a ball tighter and tighter trying
to get away from it, and not really,
not really understanding what was going on.
You know, I'm a little child and I'm trying
to stop whatever it is that he's doing.
Only because I think I probably
knew somehow that it was wrong and I didn't like it.
But I also was terrified to try to stop it;
I didn't know what to say, you just pretend it's not happening.
And you think that maybe it's love, maybe this is love,
him having his hands all over me is love.
And I think he was very good at making sure
it was only one child in that room when it was happening,
whether it was Margaret or me or Matthew or Peter.
Where schizophrenia is diagnosed between age 17 and 24,
it's a tragic story.
To be part of the Galvin family is to be part of a tragedy.
This mutation was present in every person in that family
who had schizophrenia.
They might hear voices.
They can command them to do things.
Command them to do things.
Thrown a cat into a bonfire, dismembered a dog in the bathtub.
This family gave us hope
that there might be a chance to cure schizophrenia.
He shot her first and then he shot himself.
Well, it started to fall apart. My brothers were falling ill.
They were losing their minds.
(SIREN WAILING)
I remember my father coming in and waking us up
in the night to tell us that Brian had had an accident
and had been killed.
I remember a general silence over the house.
I remember my mother crying a lot in her bedroom...
...with the door shut.
I remember a lot of tears.
Complete disbelief in the family.
How could such tragedy happen?
I was devastated. My parents were totally devastated.
Life is supposed to be...
Your kids outlive you, you know, not something that happens before,
you know, to die before you do and so, everyone was shocked.
They said that he had committed suicide,
murder suicide, with his girlfriend.
He was the first of my siblings to die.
You don't think that's gonna happen, when you're a 14-year-old boy,
that any of your brothers are gonna die.
When Brian committed suicide,
I think things in the family changed,
it was a lot more sombre, I know especially for my parents,
it was dark.
You tend to tip-toe around a lot more.
There was so much despair
and, and so much hopelessness and so much confusion,
my parents blaming themselves, as if they somehow caused this.
And then it sort of all came crashing down within a matter of,
it felt like a very short time in my life.
Donald became ill, and then Jim went to the hospital,
and then Peter went to the hospital,
and then Matthew went to the hospital, and then Joseph.
I knew my-- something was wrong in my house.
My house was burning, as I would say, and I knew it
and so I started spending a lot more time with my friends,
going out and being with others outside of the house.
Kathy and Jim became my father and mother figure.
Their child, Jim was born and he and I became fast friends
and I think because Kathy had this small child
and I was a small child,
I'm wondering if my mother didn't rely on them to babysit.
I loved Kathy. She was really a mother figure to me.
She had beautiful blond hair that she would let me brush.
Jim was probably the most highly functioning
of my schizophrenic brothers and he held a career
as a bartender for a lot of years.
I really didn't know that Jim were schizophrenic
while I was growing up.
I mean, we spent a fair amount of time at his home,
even on sleepovers from time to time.
Jim, I think the disease affected him different than Don
and, of course, you hear of the sexual abuse of my sisters
from my older brother, Jim.
The abuse was chronic,
you know, I'm going from, like, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight, nine, ten, you know, this is continuing on a regular basis.
I don't know how often.
I'm thinking it was maybe most weekends.
But it was either be there with that or be at home with Donald,
which was terrifying too.
Because Donald had his outbursts,
he was not without us having to call the police
and him having to go to the hospital,
whether it was attempted suicide
or whether he was getting in a fight with my father.
I remember dad and Donald getting into fisticuffs.
They had a very big brawl.
I mean there were some moments that I've heard about
with Donald trying to strangle my mother and kill her.
That had to be frightening.
My sister, Mary, she had a very difficult position in the family,
being the youngest, she saw it all,
the physical violence side in the house.
It was like choosing the lesser of two evils.
It was like, you could be at home with Donald
or you could be at Jim and Kathy's
and endure his sexual abuse.
And you also keep it a secret, one, no-one's gonna believe me.
Like, if I was to go to my mother, she was emotionally,
probably, unavailable at this time
so, I'm not sure I felt safe going to her.
And you wanna go to the zoo and go ice-skating
so you don't wanna upturn the applecart
because that's the one place you feel like
you're getting some normalcy,
getting to be around what felt like a more normal environment
than schizophrenia.
And so it's almost like you're willing to tolerate it,
it was sort of like the price you had to pay
so, I don't know which was worse.
I probably would've been better off at home with Donald for sure.
I would not have endured sexual abuse at the hands of Jim.
"Of course athletes are in a competitive situation
but so are most teenagers these days.
They compete for approval and acceptance
and then they compete pretty well."
My younger brothers were all good athletes, as the older ones were
but we all did-- Played hoops together
at the gym or swam together.
We were all on the swim teams.
I was really the one that was in the forefront of the hockey.
My brothers were coming up in the ranks,
were I was much older so I was doing my own thing.
Those four, the younger one, Joseph, Mark, Matthew and Peter,
they were more of collectively a group.
Very competitive.
I was the best.
(LAUGHS)
Each of us, we were all selected to the city all-star teams.
We were very good players, the whole family.
My youngest brother, Peter, was a silky smooth kind of player,
just glided on the ice.
He was effortless in the way he played the game.
Where Matt was a little rough and tumble kind of hockey player,
he would go and get in front of the net and dig for the pucks.
Joe's defense, don't try to skate around him,
he's gonna knock you in the boards.
We did have some goals where Joe scored
and both Matthew and I had both be assists on the goal.
They're special moments
when all three of you get a point for the goal.
You know, the times of our lives, you know, you play hockey
and you go out for a pizza and a beer afterwards.
A lotta nice, wonderful times growing up,
until the boys started to lose their minds.
One day, somebody had to go to soccer practice
and I think Joseph was supposed to take Matthew.
And there was some basic disagreement around Joe having
to take him or Joe being in a hurry
or something very, very simple.
And Joe just took Matt and threw him down.
And cracked his skull open.
And ended up having brain surgery.
He had a hemorrhage on the brain that was bleeding
and he was in the hospital for a long time,
and came home with his head shaved
and a huge scissor scar over the course of his head.
We thought they were just being mean.
We thought they were just a little odd initially
and then it just progressively got worse over time.
Dad's political prowess in Washington and elsewhere
enabled him to have great contacts with some of the wealthiest people
in the country.
So, he wrote to these wealthy people all over the country
for grants to help out and they did,
like, a modern day Robin Hood,
getting money from the wealthy to give to the poor.
You know, what my mother loved about it was, of course,
that gave us access to the arts.
And the federal funds that were coming to the States
for the arts and humanities, to include the Santa Fe Opera
and Ballet West and the symphony.
And all these things were suddenly at my mother's fingertips.
They enjoyed the people that were involved in that community.
They had a music festival up in Aspen, Colorado
and I think one summer they even brought the New York Ballet
in to participate with Ballet West.
My dad was on the cusp of really having a life-long career
that would've been so lovely for both of them
and then they've got this suicide-murder
and this schizophrenic son at home, Donald.
And then the chaos of the ambulance and the police coming
and them taking him away all the time.
I think the strain was just too great for him.
Because he would get up and take Peter to hockey practice
in the morning on his way to Denver.
So, here's he's getting up at whatever godly hour
to get Peter to hockey,
I think he just-- it was all too much for him,
he had a massive stroke in front of my brother, Peter.
The ambulance was called but he couldn't speak, he couldn't talk,
he couldn't respond to my mother.
And so the ambulance came and took him and my understanding was
that he was in the hospital for six months after; Massive stroke.
And then when he came home,
he was quite diminished, he wasn't himself.
Suddenly our income was cut, enormously,
so suddenly they were having to figure out
how to rub nickels together and so, I think
that my parents went under enormous financial duress at that time.
There were no more trips to go to Aspen or to Salt Lake
or Santa Fe for the opera.
The social security replaced the income from the foundation.
It took away the sails of the winds of the family
because dad was the leader, he was leading us into greatness
and riches beyond imagination.
For Peter having witnessed my father's stroke,
I'm sure that was a pretty big impact,
and they say schizophrenia, well, maybe it's genetic,
perhaps it's a traumatic event that triggers it.
Peter was a little troublemaker,
talk about mischievous, I mean look at that.
That is so Peter.
He was always trying to keep up with his big brothers, you know?
He was the one who would put the Whoopee cushion
on someone's seat, or he would short-sheet a bed,
or he would put cellophane on the toilet
so when you peed it came back on you, you know?
He was, he was sort of the trickster,
he was always the one trying to get you somehow.
And it drove my mom nuts.
She just found it annoying,
you know, he was just annoying to her.
Mother and Peter did not get along, unfortunately, for whatever reason,
those two just butted heads all the time but he fell ill early.
I think he was probably stricken one of the worst cases.
Don, Jim, Brian, now Peter.
He become ill at a much younger age, you know, 14-years-old.
This is September 13th, 1975.
"This is Peter Eugene Galvin.
Aged 14.
He was admitted in September and went home
two and a half months later in November."
That would've been four months after my father had had a massive stroke.
"The behaviour increased markedly since the early summer period.
After brief improvement, the patient went hockey camp
and then again suffered a serious decompensation,
wetting his bed, spitting on the floor,
in a general increase of aggressive and bizarre behaviour."
Peter just was severe right off the bat.
Every time I turned around it was
Peter's doing this, Peter's doing that,
it was always something that Peter did that was not right.
Mother and he got into an argument
so he broke out every window in the house.
He just would not abide by what the doctors were asking him to do.
He was in and out of the hospital, I have no idea how many times.
And there was just this repetitive revolving door with Peter,
in and out, and in and out, and in and out,
stopping taking the medications.
And he would runaway and get in trouble
and my parents just had such a difficult time managing him
and his illness.
My initial interactions with Peter were very frustrating.
He could be a very difficult patient and he was very unpleasant.
And not all people had very fond memories of Peter
when you brought him up or you discussed him with other colleagues.
I've seen both sides of Peter, I've seen the angry,
irritable, paranoid, accusatory side of Peter
and he can be violent, he can be very intimidating
and very physically threatening.
Mom and dad would call the police to come get him,
"We can't handle him anymore." And that's with all the boys.
I know Margaret, she's number 11, I guess you'd call her.
Had her life threatened. She told me that
but didn't say who threatened her.
And she has probably a very extreme difficult time
to confront and look people in the eye of her own family members.
I know that my sister, Margaret, was afraid of Donald,
always afraid of him.
Margaret and Donald had a pretty serious conflict
that I witnessed where Donald pulled the phone out of the wall.
And I remember it quite clearly and it scared her, horribly.
Margaret told me that at one point,
and I didn't witness this, that Donald threatened her life.
And so I think there was maybe more to Margaret being the choice
to go the Gary's.
Sam and Nancy Gary were good friends of my parents
before the schizophrenia struck.
I've heard stories. I don't know them all
but I've heard a lot of them, how they forged their relationship
because of the arts, that Dad had gone to Sam and asked him
for money for Ballet West, he said it was $10 million.
They did a lot of parties at Sam Gary's home,
they had a beautiful home in Cherry Hills.
We'd go visit.
We got to swim in the pool and jump on the trampoline and
there was a big gymnasium and, you know,
we loved going there as kids.
After the disease gotta hold of my brothers,
the house was not suitable for my sister to live in anymore
because of the violence and things that went on.
The Gary's stepped in and took Margaret
and we were all very grateful for that.
The same time that they took Margaret, Mary was devastated.
My mother has described the story is that Nancy
just called to check on her because of Don.
And I think my mom just lost it because somebody asked.
It wasn't like my mother to breakdown in tears to anybody
and she did.
And Nancy said, "What can I do to help?"
My mother said, "I have no idea."
And she said, "Well, send my Margaret,
I'll take Margaret off your hands."
And that was that. It was decided.
I saw it as, oh, my God, she gets to go live in this gorgeous home
in Denver, with all the fancy people.
I didn't understand why Margaret got to be there...
(CRIES)
And I didn't. I did not understand that.
(CRIES)
Why was I left to live with three schizophrenics?
I was angry. I was furious.
But I couldn't show it.
Because being angry meant
that maybe you were becoming mentally ill.
Raising your voice, yelling and screaming
or crying was what people with mental illness did.
I was away to college when Matt became ill,
when he was becoming psychotic.
And we were hockey teammates and soccer teammates
on a regular basis through our young years.
Matthew and Peter were the last two siblings.
When they became mentally ill
they were different people than I could've imagined.
Matt was definitely my protector.
He hung out with me, he was willing to give me the time of day,
even though he was in high school
and we drove to soccer practice every day together
and played the Beatles on the cassette and sang songs.
He was somebody else
that I could spend time with that was not Jim.
I remember Matt becoming ill.
Peter was pestering me, as Peter liked to do.
I remember saying, "Matt, Peter's teasing me."
And Matt asking him to please stop
and Matt got on top of Peter and started choking him.
And I became extremely afraid
of him killing him.
And I ran up to my parents' room and locked the door.
Matt pounded on the door, tried to break it down;
I was terrified but I remember being alone in my parents' room,
having called the police
and the police having come and taken Matt.
And then he was hospitalized for four years at Pueblo.
Good to see you.
Who are you? What's your name?
Paul McCartney, Wings of America,
I have a record in my record collection that proves this.
It's in a storage unit over on Bijou Academy.
Your name's Paul McCartney?
Yeah, Paul McCartney of Wings, it's a real name.
Like I said I got a picture right here.
I got the tapes right here in my pocket.
"Let it Be," 1968.
Have you got schizophrenia?
They say that I have schizophrenia.
I'm not schizophrenic but I have something called schizophrenia
which is a synapses of the brain functioning
in a proper way because of brain damage.
I might have been a little schizophrenic
because I was with a lot of people who were schizophrenic
but it doesn't make a schizophrenic.
How do you feel schizophrenia has affected your life?
Well, schizophrenia was used by the doctors
as an excuse to abuse me.
They would actually drug me with a needle for 20 years,
they put on Clozapine for 36 years
and over the years I'm just getting tired of it;
I got tired of the whole scene.
The whole scene was just a nightmare
because it really didn't do anything for me,
it just makes me think that psychiatric medication
is not needed in my life.
I just wanna express myself but, what'd you do when,
when your friend John Lennon gets shot by Mark Chapman;
I'm no Mark Chapman.
"Throughout the family sessions, it became apparent that
the mother was unwilling or unable to hear unpleasant news.
There's a feeling of emotional distancing exhibiting
by many siblings in the family.
The family structure appears to be dominated by a powerful
and controlling mother.
The patient's father is undoubtedly handicapped by his recent stroke,
however, it is not quite clear how much more of a force
he was before this incident.
The family's extremely religious and rigid in their style.
They are not given permission to disagree with their parents,
especially mother, nor are they able to tell her anything
which she would find disapproving."
When these guys were falling, one at a time,
I felt that John's mother, she might have had a roll in it.
I don't know why I thought that at the time
but, I think that's all where the research was pointing at the time.
They talked about the schizophrenic mother,
the mother who raises schizophrenics,
and we wondered who was gonna be next.
We never thought Peter would go.
Matthew.
Matthew, no, never thought that. They were normal kids.
They were just normal, normal people, normal kids.
What happens to you early in life
is a critical imprint on how your behaviour goes.
The schizophrenogenic mother was this idea
that somehow a mother's behaviour towards the new-born infant,
that early child, was the cause of schizophrenia,
became a very popular way of thinking.
In the '50s and '60s, parents would be literally directly blamed
for the outcome of their children.
As in the schizophrenogenic mother, a certain style of parenting
that is so repressive, so restrictive,
so heavy or neglectful
that it can lead to the fragmentation of the mind.
There was a famous psychiatrist,
Chairman of the Department of Psychiatry at Yale
who wrote a book in the 1960s
in which he said, under no circumstances
should a child ever be returned to his family
after they have a schizophrenic episode.
That's an extraordinary statement because they were so convinced
that the family was the reason they had this condition
and this dominated psychiatric thinking
in many corners of the country.
To us it's not an element that will come out of blame.
So blaming a parent for such heart-wrenching outcomes
in their children cannot lead to a good alliance
with the professional community
that, in theory, is the source of healing.
There's no question that many people
who took their children to caregivers,
whether it be a hospital or a psychiatrist, felt blamed.
The fact that psychology at that time
and before blamed a mother infuriates me.
And I remember going to the University
of Colorado in Denver with our entire family.
And we were going for therapy.
And I remember the psychologist in the room turning the conversation
to it being my mother's fault.
And I remember my mother getting up and walking out.
Good for her for saying, absolutely not,
I will have nothing to do with this.
They were like, we're not gonna have any of that hocus-pocus.
They turned their efforts to science and research.
I remember the days we were thinking it was the iron in the water
did it to us all.
And when we originally got out of Woodman Valley it came out orange.
And mom and dad, they've got a big softener machines
and, you know, we're loading salt to clean the water up
that we were bathing in.
And I was a little girl going to get my blood tested
for vitamin deficiencies.
So, my mom was onto this whole,
oh, it must have been not enough B-vitamins in the diet,
that somehow there was something to do with nutrition
and linking nutrition to brain development.
She was searching for answers everywhere
of what could've possibly have caused this.
I think all of her close friends knew it was something
that wasn't her fault, wasn't dad's fault, it just happened.
They were just trying to keep him home and take care of him
the best they could and hopefully that that wouldn't disrupt
that rest of the family too much.
Can you remember when you were younger
and you lived on Hidden Valley Road with your brothers and sisters?
Yeah, I remember all that but it's, like, I don't wanna go back to it
because it's a nightmare to remember everything that happened,
it was so violent of a home.
Donald Kenyon Galvin smashed my teeth in,
knocked my teeth in, my jaw's broken,
my jaw bones were slammed back behind my ears,
half deaf in both ears because of this.
It made my life a living nightmare.
You know, being beaten as a child,
carrying crosses to a graveyard, being crucified by my brother
and I got the scars to prove it.
From a nail, there's holes right in my wrist here,
there's a hole right in that wrist, they're on both sides of my body.
If it weren't for my mother,
these boys would probably be in mental hospitals
with the key thrown away.
She saw to it that they got the care to help make them better.
She always felt there's gonna be a cure.
And she, believe me, she knew more about it
by the time it was done than most doctors.
She could speak the same language as any doctor,
anywhere in the world, she was well, well educated on it.
Sometimes I wish my mom,
that she would've put them in the hospital.
I didn't really know what was best for them
and perhaps she knew better than I
what those boys needed.
And so she decided to keep them home.
I don't think my sisters would agree with that decision.
So, Donald, Matthew and Peter were not well
and were living at home with me.
One big happy family.
But Jimmy and Kathy were still there for me
and Jim would take Matthew and Peter and me to do things.
Jim was working at the Manitou Incline which,
at that time, used to be a little train
that goes up this mountainside, straight up.
And it was fun, you know, Jim worked there,
he was the General Manager of the Manitou Incline.
And there were cabins up at the top where he stayed when he was working.
Matthew, Jim and myself went up and played cards.
You know, I'm 12 or 13 years old
and they're including me in a grown up party, it was so cool.
I got to play poker, do probably a few shots of whiskey
and drink beer and I remember it being kind of a gross place...
Like mattresses on the floor, kind of camping out almost.
And I remember Matthew passing out in the other room
and Jim coming to me and I had my period.
He did the same thing he always did, forcing himself upon me
and my being very tiny, you know, all of 90 lbs, maybe 80 lbs,
tiny and he was a full grown man.
And he would force me, my body to open up
and he was a big guy, and he pulled the tampon out of me
and then penetrated.
And I...
...yelled for him to stop.
I yelled...
"Please stop.
Please stop." And, you know, the biggest reason I yelled?
My fear of getting pregnant.
I was terrified of being impregnated by my brother.
I laid there and he, you know, went off and went to bed or whatever
and I laid there in a ball just sick.
And I remember the next morning wanting to get outta there,
I wanted to go home, take me home, I wanna go home.
When I got the courage to tell my mother
that this had happened with Jim,
I just remember saying, "Mom, I need to talk to you about something."
She was very dismissive,
like, it was no big deal, she wasn't horrified
because it had happened to her,
that her stepfather had sexually abused her when she was a child.
It was like, yeah, welcome to being a woman, welcome to life.
Joseph was a wonderful person growing up.
We always played baseball and went fishing and hiking
and rode bikes together.
When he graduated from high school,
my father really complimented Joseph
on leaving the house and getting a job and working.
He got out and he started working for the airlines.
My dad was really proud of the way he handled himself
and the way he got into life.
And then it just seems like overnight, out of the blue,
all of a sudden he was hearing voices in his head.
Wow, it was just a big surprise.
When Joe became ill, I think that was really the last straw,
I mean that was just like, oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Joseph knew of the problems Matthew, Peter, Don, Jim were having,
he probably felt it was happening to him.
Maybe depressed being alone triggered it
and then he came home
and then he followed the suit of the rest of the boys that were ill.
He always complained about hearing voices in his head
when he came home.
He didn't really say what they were saying,
he just that he had them
and they would never leave him alone, like,
it was something that drove him to distraction.
God was telling me to do this, you know, that's what he was saying,
"Can't you hear it? God's telling me to do this.
God's-- I'm hearing these voices in my ears
telling me to do this and it's bad and it's not good
and I don't wanna do this." So, he was always fighting it.
He couldn't handle his schizophrenic state of being.
You know, he was able to just say,
"Oh, Mary, I wish they would just stop.
I just want them to stop."
And he would often wear headphones and listen to music
to try to drown them out.
I went out in the car with him to try to understand this disease
and I listened to him go on about the voices in his head
and that he couldn't get rid of them and it was just constant.
Joseph was the last of them.
And then it was just managing
five boys that were not well.
At 20-years-old, I think I was, I confronted Jim, face-to-face,
and told him what I thought of him.
And he told me I was a liar, that it never happened.
Every time I went home and he was there for a family function
I avoided him like the plague and he knew why.
And then he started to become more and more ill,
over course of time when I was away at college
and every time I would go back his schizophrenia was worse.
And it became he was no longer cool, he was fat
and his wife had left him and Jimmy had left,
the both of them had both runaway to California,
I never saw them again.
Jim's breakdowns came when the divorce was happening
and so he's becoming very weird and saying weird things
and doing stupid things like running around the boardwalk naked.
I remember him coming into the house,
irritated, yelling and screaming at mother for being a, you know,
in his terms, a bad woman, and him looking at me
and he says, "Don't you see this hole right here in my chest?"
I said, "No, Jim, I don't. I don't see any hole in your chest."
"I've been shot. I've been shot."
I said, "No, no, I don't see it, I'm sorry."
I just brushed it off as another illusion of his mental illness,
call it schizophrenia, call it whatever,
but he just had illusions and just went on about my life.
Next day he was passed away, he was dead, he'd left us.
Do you miss him?
Jim, no.
He was nasty, mean, he was a bad influence all my life.
He was totally disruptive. I, I-- no.
I remember the night I really felt like I forgave him.
I got a phone call that he had died from, I think, my father.
And I remember at that moment thinking, that poor soul,
that tortured, tortured soul.
I think Jimmy probably was one of the worst, Peter and Jimmy,
I think, were stricken with the worst violent tendencies
and unruly tendencies.
Peter was just tearing up the house.
Mother would call me first, for whatever reason,
"Can you please come help me to get rid of Peter
or take him to the hospital."
"This 18-year-old, single,
Caucasian, unemployed male was admitted
on January 25th, 1979.
He had been behaving in a bizarre,
hyperactive manner which was intolerable to his family.
Upon admission he was irrational, hyperactive,
his behaviour was irritating to others
because of his intrusive, demanding manner.
During formal staffing, he would stand up, walk around the room,
pointing his finger and banging on the table.
He'd also mimic the interviewer
and the others in the room as well as smile and laugh inappropriately."
They would evaluate him and then he would be better
and he would come back.
So it became that revolving door.
They would give him some medicines
and he would get better, come back home,
"Oh, I'm fine, I don't need to take those medicines.
So, as he got off those medicines, he'd get worse.
March 1980.
"Upon admission, Peter was orientated
and was able to recall names of nursing staff.
However, he was delusional and grandiose
with a great deal of religiosity and agitation.
It was necessary to seclude and restrain him soon after admission
because of his behaviour of agitation and psychotic state.
He was felt to be somewhat homicidal."
Peter, at times, was in denial about being ill.
I've heard that he would rather punch out his nurse
than take his meds.
November 18th, 1985.
"Peter Eugene Galvin is a 25-year-old white single,
unemployed Catholic male.
8th admission.
Charges of second-degree assault on a police officer."
"Mr Galvin was previously found praying
in Downtown Colorado Springs when the police approached him.
He became upset and began to get hostile with the police officer.
He would be highly agitated and experiencing paranoid ideation.
He was then sent to Colorado State Hospital for further evaluation."
(SINGING) "The hills are alive
with the sound of music.
The songs have been sung
for a thousand years.
The hills are alive
with the sound of music."
What is your name?
Peter Eugene Galvin.
Son of Dr. DW Galvin.
Do you feel that you've got a mental illness?
No.
I'm all healed up with all the doctors and nurses.
I'm all healed up.
5And I'm Saint Peter who works at the state hospital.
(LAUGHS)