Blossoms In The Dust

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children could come in and sit on her lap.Her only son had died at an early age. She loved children; they were all special to her.I remember the Orphanage. It was a large Victorian home with an iron fence across the front and a concrete step at the curb to give easy access to horse-drawn carriages, in the past. I would hang on the fence and watch for someone, anyone that would help me get back to my home and mother.One day I saw my uncle Walt at a distance. He had a farmer’s walk, like stepping over clods in the field while pushing a plow. He arrived, and patted me hard on the head with his calloused hand. I asked, then pleaded with him to take me home. He refused. My mother had sent him there to check on me, to see if I was alright. He completed his assigned task and left, hurrying away.Our iron beds were in a long row. Vertical bars, head and foot, reminding me of jail cells. Sleep was a retreat from reality, the reality that this was not home.I

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remember the food only vaguely. When in season, they gave us cantaloupe. We had it every day. For years afterwards, I disliked cantaloupe.One boy got a toy airplane. It had a mono-upper wing. He proudly showed it off. We discussed his moving the wing below the fuselage to make it look more modern. It was just kids talking.Edna Gladney knew that Texas law required everyone to have a birth certificate stating whether our birth was legitimate or illegitimate. This angered her. She fought against the unfair laws that discriminated against children born out of wedlock. She prevailed after a hard-fought court battle.Her story was told in the 1941 film Blossoms in The Dust, starring Greer Garson. It was an excellent film. When I saw it, I realized my friends in the orphanage were the little blossoms in the dust and I was one of them.I looked at my birth certificate again before sending it to my son. There it was in bold type. Birth Legitimate.</article></body>

This happened to me.

My son asked me to find my birth certificate and send it to him.

I am in my mid 90s. He needs it to settle my estate in due course.

I went to my file and pulled it out. I had not looked at in years.

Memories flashed back.

I spent a year in an orphanage when my widowed mother could not afford to feed or care for me. She was in the middle of a nervous breakdown. An orphanage was the only answer in those depression days.

Edna Gladney was pleased to welcome me into her orphanage. She always kept the door of her office open so children could come in and sit on her lap.

Her only son had died at an early age. She loved children; they were all special to her.

I remember the Orphanage. It was a large Victorian home with an iron fence across the front and a concrete step at the curb to give easy access to horse-drawn carriages, in the past. I would hang on the fence and watch for someone, anyone that would help me get back to my home and mother.

One day I saw my uncle Walt at a distance. He had a farmer’s walk, like stepping over clods in the field while pushing a plow. He arrived, and patted me hard on the head with his calloused hand. I asked, then pleaded with him to take me home. He refused. My mother had sent him there to check on me, to see if I was alright. He completed his assigned task and left, hurrying away.

Our iron beds were in a long row. Vertical bars, head and foot, reminding me of jail cells. Sleep was a retreat from reality, the reality that this was not home.

I remember the food only vaguely. When in season, they gave us cantaloupe. We had it every day. For years afterwards, I disliked cantaloupe.

One boy got a toy airplane. It had a mono-upper wing. He proudly showed it off. We discussed his moving the wing below the fuselage to make it look more modern. It was just kids talking.

Edna Gladney knew that Texas law required everyone to have a birth certificate stating whether our birth was legitimate or illegitimate. This angered her. She fought against the unfair laws that discriminated against children born out of wedlock. She prevailed after a hard-fought court battle.

Her story was told in the 1941 film Blossoms in The Dust, starring Greer Garson. It was an excellent film. When I saw it, I realized my friends in the orphanage were the little blossoms in the dust and I was one of them.

I looked at my birth certificate again before sending it to my son. There it was in bold type. Birth Legitimate.