sad words that pop into the mind

Just now I was sitting here thinking of what to write for a blog post, and the word “foundling” popped into my head. Me being the poorly-educated child that I am didn’t know what the “H-E-Double Hockeysticks”* that meant, and so I looked it up.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT A FOUNDLING IS!? It’s an abandoned child with unknown parents. WHAT THE H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEYSTICKS WAS I THINKING ABOUT TO HAVE THAT WORD POP INTO MY HEAD?! That is the saddest thing I have ever head about!!

I just typed “foundling” into Google but didn’t press enter, and saw “Foundling Museum”. I sure as H-E-Double Hockeysticks hope that doesn’t mean they have foundlings on display or some horrid thing like that.

 

The Foundling Museum tells the story of the Foundling Hospital, London’s first home for abandoned children and of three major figures in British history: its campaigning founder the philanthropist Thomas Coram, the artist William Hogarth and the composer George Frideric Handel. This remarkable collection of art, period interiors and social history is now housed in a restored and refurbished building adjacent to the original site of the Hospital, demolished in 1928.

Oh, good. The art itself has nothing to do with abandoned children. Thank the Lord I don’t believe in.

Here’s The Foundling Museum from the outside:

Foundling Museum exterior

It looks like a child jail or something! D: What do they do to the poor kids?

 

That’s another thing I’d love to talk about: Orphanages and children homes.

Let’s say you’re a child (if you’re already a child, you win three bonus points). Your parents died two months ago in a fire. You don’t have any godparents or surviving family that wants you, and you are forced to go to an orphanage; live amongst other children without parental care. Would this be inviting to you; would it make you feel safe; would it make you feel better about your whole life situation?:

marksnathsyn

Marks Nathan Orphanage in Chicago

or this:

Orphanage in Indiana

Orphanage in Indiana

Honestly, any of those places would scare the shit out of me. Tall buildings with creepy, tall, identical windows .. tall towers like it’s a castle or a church! That does not seem roomy, or homey.

It’s times like these that I’m so very glad I have parents.

Poor Harry.

 

Toast.

 

*I’m on school computers. Ah, restrictions.

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~ by junkinmahcranium on April 8, 2009.

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