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Nunzilla Was My Mother and My Stepmother Was a Witch
Growing up in a two-parent home during the Great Depression was certainly no picnic, but living in an orphanage run by dozens of nuns was undoubtedly worse.
Just ask Terry Gelormino Silver, the author of Nunzilla Was My Mother and My Stepmother Was a Witch. Terry spent her formative years under the care of so-called pious nuns who acted as if her very existence was a cross to bear. For so many years she kept these memories inside, as if waiting for the proper moment in time to let them out. Well, that time has come, and it is her readers who are the richer for it.
Shining with rare insight and vivid descriptions that ably present a world most people can only imagine, this compelling memoir still manages to capture the magic of childhood and the anxiety of adolescence while granting readers a new understanding of an innocent era.
The author's experiences in three separate orphanages are examined. In the end, Terry Gelormino Silver arrives at some very interesting conclusions, some of which will surprise even those who know her best!
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"What I learned living in orphanages was not to snitch on others, how to use cunning to get what I wanted, how to make an angry nun laugh, how to pass time during long and boring religious services or how to avoid them altogether, gratitude for simple pleasures, mental and physical survival skills, how to gain self-esteem in non-traditional ways, and how to bluff my way through tense situations. Even in an Oliver-Twist type of orphanage, kids can manage to have fun and outsmart their caregivers. Although my book tells about some sad or angry moments, it's not a tear-jerker. Read my book, and you may be surprised to find yourself chuckling at times. Kids are irrepressible no matter what their environment." - Terry Silver
Just ask Terry Gelormino Silver, the author of Nunzilla Was My Mother and My Stepmother Was a Witch. Terry spent her formative years under the care of so-called pious nuns who acted as if her very existence was a cross to bear. For so many years she kept these memories inside, as if waiting for the proper moment in time to let them out. Well, that time has come, and it is her readers who are the richer for it.
Shining with rare insight and vivid descriptions that ably present a world most people can only imagine, this compelling memoir still manages to capture the magic of childhood and the anxiety of adolescence while granting readers a new understanding of an innocent era.
The author's experiences in three separate orphanages are examined. In the end, Terry Gelormino Silver arrives at some very interesting conclusions, some of which will surprise even those who know her best!
*****************************************
"What I learned living in orphanages was not to snitch on others, how to use cunning to get what I wanted, how to make an angry nun laugh, how to pass time during long and boring religious services or how to avoid them altogether, gratitude for simple pleasures, mental and physical survival skills, how to gain self-esteem in non-traditional ways, and how to bluff my way through tense situations. Even in an Oliver-Twist type of orphanage, kids can manage to have fun and outsmart their caregivers. Although my book tells about some sad or angry moments, it's not a tear-jerker. Read my book, and you may be surprised to find yourself chuckling at times. Kids are irrepressible no matter what their environment." - Terry Silver
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179 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2009
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October 6, 2012
Terry Silver's memoir of her childhood years is one of the best written memoirs that I've read in quite some time. Being placed in an Ohio orphanage in 1929 with her four young siblings after their mother was committed to a mental hospital and with her ailing father unable to support them, she spent virtually her entire youth in orphanages. She was initially placed in St. Ann's Infant Asylum in Columbus, Ohio, which was operated by an order of Catholic nuns who inexplicably changed her name from her given "Concetta" to "Terfina." I can only imagine how frightening this must have been for a four-year-old who only spoke Italian, her parents' native language. After two years at St. Ann's, she was transferred across the street to St. Vincent's Orphanage, which was also run by nuns. In 1940, at her father's request, the teenaged Terfina was transferred to the Ohio Soldiers' and Sailors' Orphans' Home (OS&SO) in Xenia, Ohio, where she lived until graduating from high school.
Reading about life in St. Vincent's was eerily reminiscent of reading "Oliver Twist," with orphanage life being remarkably similar in some ways to life in the children's workhouses of 19th century England. Reading about the harsh treatment by some of the nuns, the wretched food, and the spartan living conditions made me extra grateful for growing up with two loving parents. And I understand why Ms. Silver refers to the nuns as "Nunzilla" in the title of her book.
Life at the OS&SO, a secular institution run by the State of Ohio, was much different and much better than at St. Vincent's. Children were much freer there, and living conditions and food were much improved compared to St. Vincent's. But even there, as the author hated some particularly cruel nuns at St. Vincent's, she came to hate Miss Redway, the housemother of her cottage and the "stepmother was a witch" in the book's title. Years later, after Miss Redway's sudden death, Ms. Silver experienced feelings of guilt for being glad that Miss Redway was dead. This conflict would torment her for several years.
The memoir portion of "Nunzilla" ends with Ms. Silver's graduation from high school. In a postscript, she reaches a surprising conclusion that parentless children would be better off in an orphanage than in a foster home, and she makes a good case for this. She also manages a degree of forgiveness for the nuns of St. Vincent's, explaining that their order had a tradition of strictness and that most of the nuns genuinely believed that their tough discipline was meant to keep kids from burning in hell.
It was the little tidbits of daily life at St. Vincent's and the OS&SO that made the story so fascinating. St. Vincent's was a grim, dreary place with few joys for the children other than a rare occasional treat. Ms. Silver was there during the Great Depression of the 1930s, and in the orphanage, the food was mostly donated rotten fruit and spoiled meat that was too gross to read about, much less to actually consume. And there was so little food that the kids were always hungry. The orphanage building was an ugly, dirty place with little outside green space to play in and few opportunities to leave the grounds.
By comparison, the OS&SO was a paradise, with better facilities, better food, even weekly allowances for the kids to spend on movies or treats in town. If it wasn't for the cruel housemother in Cottage Fifteen, it would have been as good as an orphanage could get.
Terry Silver's story ends shortly after the end of World War II, when she leaves the OS&SO and moves into the "real" world..
Ms. Silver writes very well, with her vivid descriptions of life in the three orphanages she lived in and her relationships with both the adults who ran the orphanages and the other kids she met while living there. She's had an interesting life for sure.
This was a fascinating memoir. I hope Ms. Silver writes a sequel. I think the lady has a few more stories to tell.
Reading about life in St. Vincent's was eerily reminiscent of reading "Oliver Twist," with orphanage life being remarkably similar in some ways to life in the children's workhouses of 19th century England. Reading about the harsh treatment by some of the nuns, the wretched food, and the spartan living conditions made me extra grateful for growing up with two loving parents. And I understand why Ms. Silver refers to the nuns as "Nunzilla" in the title of her book.
Life at the OS&SO, a secular institution run by the State of Ohio, was much different and much better than at St. Vincent's. Children were much freer there, and living conditions and food were much improved compared to St. Vincent's. But even there, as the author hated some particularly cruel nuns at St. Vincent's, she came to hate Miss Redway, the housemother of her cottage and the "stepmother was a witch" in the book's title. Years later, after Miss Redway's sudden death, Ms. Silver experienced feelings of guilt for being glad that Miss Redway was dead. This conflict would torment her for several years.
The memoir portion of "Nunzilla" ends with Ms. Silver's graduation from high school. In a postscript, she reaches a surprising conclusion that parentless children would be better off in an orphanage than in a foster home, and she makes a good case for this. She also manages a degree of forgiveness for the nuns of St. Vincent's, explaining that their order had a tradition of strictness and that most of the nuns genuinely believed that their tough discipline was meant to keep kids from burning in hell.
It was the little tidbits of daily life at St. Vincent's and the OS&SO that made the story so fascinating. St. Vincent's was a grim, dreary place with few joys for the children other than a rare occasional treat. Ms. Silver was there during the Great Depression of the 1930s, and in the orphanage, the food was mostly donated rotten fruit and spoiled meat that was too gross to read about, much less to actually consume. And there was so little food that the kids were always hungry. The orphanage building was an ugly, dirty place with little outside green space to play in and few opportunities to leave the grounds.
By comparison, the OS&SO was a paradise, with better facilities, better food, even weekly allowances for the kids to spend on movies or treats in town. If it wasn't for the cruel housemother in Cottage Fifteen, it would have been as good as an orphanage could get.
Terry Silver's story ends shortly after the end of World War II, when she leaves the OS&SO and moves into the "real" world..
Ms. Silver writes very well, with her vivid descriptions of life in the three orphanages she lived in and her relationships with both the adults who ran the orphanages and the other kids she met while living there. She's had an interesting life for sure.
This was a fascinating memoir. I hope Ms. Silver writes a sequel. I think the lady has a few more stories to tell.
September 20, 2010
The title pretty much says it all: a memoir about growing up in a catholic orphanage. The nuns, indeed, were horrible; at least most of them were in Silver's opinion. Her experience was frankly not good and pretty traumatic for her. She recounts the treatment and punishments the orphanage gave her, as well as the lessons and effects it had on her. She emerged with body shame, fear of authority figures, even fear of Protestants. While the writing isn't outstanding, the story is definitely one worth telling.
June 10, 2011
Not very well written--but honestly I think it was narrated while someone else wrote it down for the author. It is a memoir of a horrific childhood as an orphan under the rule of some seriously sick and awful nuns. I was compelled to finish it.
October 30, 2011
Funny and tragic at the same time. Took place here in Columbus, Ohio!
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