The Entrance Drive and Statue of St. Joseph
This was the first glimpse we saw of the Village as we were driven in to a frightening new place. "Would it be any better than the last place I was in?" "How would I be treated?" "Will I make friends?" "How long would I have to stay?" What lied beyond the brick walls that framed the entrance to the long curved driveway?
The big station wagon with wood panels
takes you there, no words are spoken;
before you know it, you've arrived. -Patricia Lynn Reilly
It was also our last look back when we finally left to either go home to a parent who was then prepared to take on our care, or to a sponsor to whom we were adopted. Again, we feared what the next chapter of our unpredictable lives would have in store.
Off in the distance we saw a complex of many small one story buildings -- all in orange brick with a blue strip above the windows.
Today the statue of St. Joseph the Worker, which stood on the front lawn, is gone and what remained for many decades is a crumbling wall and nitch. (See more about this statue of St. Joseph the Worker.)
On the next pages, we will go inside the buildings that holds so many memories from our childhood -- some quite happy, some very funny when we look back, and some, perhaps, very upsetting.