Growing up in a two-parent household in the middle of the Depression was
certainly no picnic, but spending it in an orphanage run by dozens of nuns was
undoubtedly worse. In this vivid and haunting memoir, Terry Gelormino Silver
recounts the formative years she spent in three separate Ohio orphanages and
offers readers rare insight into both the good and bad of orphanage life. Here
is a memoir that captures the magic of childhood, the anxiety of adolescence,
and the surprises found in everyday life.
In the 1930’s if for any reason you could not care for your children, you would send them to the next best place, an orphanage. Terry and her siblings had an incredibly hard, sad childhood growing up in what she describes is a house of horrors instead of a house of the Lord. She was taken care of by nuns for many years.
She speaks of one heart break after another, embarrassment she faced when in fact normal womanly stuff should have been explained not ignored. She talked of always being hungry and being picked on by several nuns in particular.
As she grew up her and her siblings went from being taken care of by nuns to moving to a protestant home for children. She found better times there are she forged something of which resembled a few friendships.
She came out on the other side, I think, a better person although I really felt for her, every page was sadder than the one before it. I like that at the end of the book she tells you how she now feels about the nuns and the treatment she received growing up.
This was a great look into orphanages of the past and I highly recommend this book.