Two of my uncles became priests, in fact my uncle Frankie as I knew him, Father Innocent to the rest of Buffalo, began teaching at Bishop Ryan in Buffalo, New York. He never discussed the passing of his mother and father in much depth but I know it was difficult for him because as a young man it was impossible to care for 9 siblings. My grandpa was the oldest, hence, was not sent there. My grandfather's 9 siblings were at at this orphanage, name being Kurkowski. I didn't even know about the reunion until years later. I'm on facebook - Ruth Herr Sippel Pace if anyone wants to connect. Lizzie was only about 4 and whined a lot.Got on my nerves. I can't remember any names of the nuns, and only three girls - Gloria, Denise, and Lizzie. What a shame it burned down - I'm now a paranormal investigator - ooo that would be cool to investigate. We five kids were able to see each other when Gert and Kathy would come by and we would visit - seperated by the fence. My two sisters Gert and Kathy were in a foster home on Iroquois Ave - a few blocks away and Kathy was livid when she saw they had cut my hair. I remember the first evening that I was there - I had long hair, past my butt - and they cut it all off - applied stinging lice medication. and sure enough, when my stuff got to my house, my teddy bear, that I kept on my bed, was not there. When my father came to take me home "for good" sometime in summer 1960 - I wanted to go back to the dorm to pack my things (I had been bounced around so many times that I "knew" that if I didn't pack my own stuff, something would be missing). On the bus ride back - the nuns took the dolls from us and said we would be getting them back ON Christmas - we never did. Some organization or AMA&A's themselves must have donated toys for us - but we girls all got the same brand new doll. I remember an outing on a school bus to AMA&A's - Thruway Mall to see Santa Claus. I don't remember any beatings, but some things were kinda cruel. My two brothers, Butch and John and I were there 1959-1960. I sure wouldn't mind hearing from anyone from my era. I remember the Sunday night movies, doughnuts from a metal can served outside, playing marbles, Camp Tiiwihii, the small candy store, wool bathing suits when we went to a public pool and the beatings by the nuns I remember fellow basketball player, Albert Harranza, Sister Stanicia, Millie Mike, Violet and Carol Mutka. I do have some photos of the Home from when it was abandoned but before the fire and I'll post them hen I can I am president of a small business in PA. We have all subsequently gone on to college, brother Jim a now retired architect in Hawaii, Denis a high level lawyer with Royal Dutch Shell Oil Company in California. I was a cub scout, Pack 58, and boy scout, played on the basketball team, was in charge of the altar boys, remember Father Benkovshi(sic), on the track team and played softball every day cross the street. My name is George Brown and I and my two brothers, James and Denis were inmates of I HM from 1950-1954.
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