The Orphan Collector

by Ellen Marie Wiseman

Therefore, it stood to reason that as long as everyone did what the Board of Health advised—kept their feet dry, stayed warm, ate more onions, and kept their bowels and windows open—they’d be fine.

The little girl who didn’t want to shake hands or hug, or sit on anyone’s lap. The little girl who was grateful to be left out of kickball and jump rope, while at the same time it broke her heart.

Even sauerkraut and hamburgers were renamed “liberty cabbage” and “liberty sandwiches.”