Welll Kim Christmas is a vague memory but I do remember
those bags full of fruit, popcorn balls, nuts and hard candy.
I remember assembling in the visitors hall or community hall
which ever you prefer, and
Santa Claus would pass a brown
bag of goodies to each of us. I picked over that bag very
carefully, I wanted it to last as long as I could. The visitors
hall was right beneath the chapel in the middle of the home.
It was some time before xmas because during the xmas
week we were to busy with mass every day, choir practice
for the xmas hi mass, benediction and of course the
most important was midnight mass. Xmas week was
definatley a holyweek. the nuns kept the boys seperated from the girls
and the only time I seen my sister is when
mom came to visit us. My mom was a brave woman
who should have a monument in her honor the way she
brought herself through the depression with 2 kids. I
hear about single mothers today with kids who have a
tough time can you image what it was like for a single
mother with 2 kids in the depression when they were
considered second class citizens. We were considered
lucky tobe in the orphanage with 3 meals a day and
a bunk to crawl in at night. Back in those days we
were another mouth to feed but those nuns fed us the
best way theycould. I hear the only thing left of that
orphanage is acemetary. I always thought that school
would have lasted for ever.
Any way xmas was the best time of the year at St
Josephs next to ash wednesday before the lent season
that was celebrated with a few goodies. Every body got
some toys and mine came from donations since my mom
could barely scrape up enough fare to come and see us on Sunday. Her food staple was candy bars since they only
cost a nickle and it was the only form of nourishmment
she could afford. Her xmas's were terrible but mine were
good. It made her day and ours to visit on Sundays, she
hardly missed a one. My sister and I had one loving parent
and there were many in there who had none. My sister
passed away this year and I will miss her greatly, she was 78 years old. Mom passed away in 1978 reeking with pain from
cancer. She lived in pain and died in pain, it took her three
years to pass on, and she has to be in a very hi place in heaven.There should be monuments to the women who
suffered trying to keep there family's together so kids, like
I was, could have a happy xmas.