Aunt Laura, the oldest girl, remembered the Akron Children's Home as a nice place, with all the books she could read and her only taste of birthday cake. My dad and my Uncle Bill, the oldest, didn't do well in the Children's Home. My dad turned 17 on August 28th, and by the next weekend was in the army.
The two youngest, Aunt Ruth and Aunt Helen Rita, were eventually taken in by relatives. Aunt Ruth by an aunt, Aunt Helen Rita by her grandmother. Aunt Ruth was trained to and became a nun, Aunt Laura was trained be a secretary. She met her husband in the course of her job and married. Aunt Helen Rita just eloped one day. All the marriages were long and happy.
Here are pictures of them I've put together from several sources.
Dad and his little brother, Uncle Bill.
Dad at his wedding, 1942.
Dad and his beret, in the sixties.
Dad in the mid seventies.
Uncle Bill in the fifties. So few pictures of him.
Aunt Laura, aged 16.
The oldest of the three girls.
Aunt Laura in her fifties.
Aunt Laura at 72.
She was the snappy, fun loving aunt.
My Aunt Ruth, in the sixties.
When her order adopted the less formal habit Aunt Ruth went for it.
She even dyed her hair so her students would not know it was pure white under there.
Aunt Helen Rita, the youngest sister.
She was quiet, demure, meek.
Aunt Helen Rita in her seventies.
The three sisters in the twenties.
Aunt Ruth, left, Aunt Helen Rita center, Aunt Laura right.
Three of the siblings at my sister's wedding, late eighties.
Standing, me (the bridesmaid)
My cousin Pat, who actually is my dad's cousin and another abandoned child of his Irish clan.
Next Aunt Helen Rita, by her daughter Elaine.
Next, Aunt Ruth and Uncle Bill.
Seated, my cousin Marge, Aunt Helen Rita's other daughter,
and her husband Tom.