My great grandparents on my father's side grew up poor and Irish during the mid-late 1800's in the slums of Boston.Back then,the Irish of Boston were the "n words" of the day in every sense,discriminated against ("no Irish need apply",employers would announce at the front door/gate),sick,usually with 8+ kids many of whom didn't live to adulthood.My father's father was the only one of 8 kids to live to adulthood,the others all died of TB (also known as "consumption" back then).And his father died of TB at 52.
These letters have brought tears to my eyes.I've said a little prayer asking God to bless those kids,their parents,and the nuns who took them in and did their best to help them.With all the ugly things being said about the Catholic Church today it must be noted that it's done far,far more good in this world than harm.
“With all the ugly things being said about the Catholic Church today it must be noted that it’s done far,far more good in this world than harm.’
So true.