tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post6620540225780804144..comments2024-03-28T19:58:04.966-04:00Comments on Cup on the Bus: Children's HomeJoanne Noragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-77920939530131376822011-08-16T17:02:56.172-04:002011-08-16T17:02:56.172-04:00These stories are so big—Dad’s sister at the home ...These stories are so big—Dad’s sister at the home with him hated her younger sisters, “the babies”, who were parceled out to relatives. I had a relative in Michigan who took in boys as you described below and raised them up on his farm. Your grandmother probably kept the oldest as being more help to her. They were hard, hard times for a lot of people. So glad you enjoyed it. I have a lot more—before I forget them, as I have forgotten so much I was told and then ran out to play.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-23561956477528526282011-08-16T11:34:13.824-04:002011-08-16T11:34:13.824-04:00I loved this, Joanne. All of it.
During the Depr...I loved this, Joanne. All of it.<br /><br />During the Depression my grandmother was forced to give her second-to-oldest child (never found out why not the oldest) to the farm just a few miles a way -- they couldn't afford to feed him. At 6, he didn't see them for over a year. He never fully forgave his parents for that.<br /><br />Hmm. I am reminded to be thankful for what I have...<br /><br />PearlPearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.com