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Postcard of the Wartburg Orphanage, around 1914 |
A few weeks ago I read a
crushing article, “The Lost Children of Tuam,” in the New York Times.
The story concerns hundreds
of unmarried Irish Catholic mothers who, during the mid-twentieth century, were
exiled to the St. Mary’s Mother and Baby Home in County Galway. Inside the
stone fortress, as one survivor described the home, the nuns subjected the
mothers and their children to neglect and degradation.
Then, after a year of abuse,
the mothers were forced out into the world leaving their children behind. Many of those children eventually died and
were buried under gruesome circumstances, although some made it through.
When the neighborhood kids encountered
the St. Mary’s children at the local school, they taunted them and called them
“home babies.”
Although the circumstances
are vastly different, the story reminded me of the Wartburg Orphanage in the
city where I grew up, and how the students who lived there were known as the
“Wartburg kids.” That’s what we called
them. The teachers said it, too. If pressed, a child might state in a very low
voice, “I live at the Wartburg.”
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Late nineteenth-century view of the Wartburg Orphanage |
We never visited the Wartburg.
Therefore, we didn’t know anything about
what life was like there. No one
enlightened us, either, which made it even easier to imagine something unpleasant.
There was an impassable line
between the students who lived at the Wartburg and everyone else who attended
our predominantly white elementary school.
Our city had a very strict social order most evident in the railroad cut
that separated the South Side – largely black – and the North Side – largely
white. The Wartburg fit into that hierarchy.
The founder of the orphanage,
Rev. William Passavant, called it the Wartburg Orphan’s Farm School. He started it after the Civil War for the
children of dead soldiers. For a while,
elderly people lived there, too. The
reverend went on to establish several other orphan’s homes and spread the word
of evangelical Lutheranism.
He named the school after the
medieval Wartburg Castle, located on a mountaintop in Thuringia in central
Germany.
Passavant asked a businessman
named Peter Moller to purchase 121 acres in Mount Vernon, N.Y., and to provide
an endowment. Moller, who liked to refer
to himself as a Hanoverian immigrant (as opposed to German), was the eldest of
several brothers who went into the sugar refining business in the 1850s. He made his fortune as president of the
American Sugar Refining Company. Eventually
he got embroiled in price-fixing but that was long after he gave Passavant the
money.
George Charles Holls, first director of the Wartburg Orphanage |
To head the Wartburg,
Passavant called on George Charles Holls, a German immigrant who had risen
quickly in the ministry after he founded the first Lutheran orphan asylum in the
U. S., in a Pennsylvania town that bore the inimitable name, Zelienople.
After Holls retired in 1889,
along came Gottlieb Cleopas Berkemeier, who presided over the Wartburg until
his death in 1924. During World War I, Berkemeier became active in Friends of
Peace, a pro-German group that lobbied against American involvement in the war, especially the prospect of a military alliance between the U.S. and the U.K.
The first American orphanages
sprang up during the early 1800s in response to industrialization, which robbed
children of their parents’ care. Some
orphanages were created to wrest control of children from their parents; this
occurred especially among the families of Irish immigrants.
A social reformer named
Charles Loring Brace founded the Children’s Aid Society in New York City in
1854, working initially with newsboys. Reverend Brace also created the Orphans Train,
which transported city children to the Midwest, Plains, and New England where
they joined new families, mostly on farms.
Astonishingly, the Orphans Train relocated nearly 400,000 children.
Orphanages proliferated in
the U. S. during the last third of the nineteenth century. Some historians believe this reflected
society’s deepening concern for the welfare of the needy, young and old. All institutions were privately funded, and
religious and ethnic groups looked out for their own.
My great-grandmother, for example, lost her husband soon after emigrating from Russia to the U. S. with two young children. She placed them in a Hebrew Asylum for one year until she got back on her feet.
My great-grandmother, for example, lost her husband soon after emigrating from Russia to the U. S. with two young children. She placed them in a Hebrew Asylum for one year until she got back on her feet.
There were a few orphanages
for African-American children. The
Colored Orphan Asylum in New York City operated between 1836 and 1946. By and
large, however, black children without parents were sent to jail or reform
school.
As progressivism surged into
the twentieth century, Americans became disenchanted with orphanages, which
were thought to keep children dependent and in lock-step (not to mention
concerns about abuse). In 1909,
President Theodore Roosevelt convened a White House conference to address the
care of dependent children. Subsequently, the Federal
Government created the Children’s Bureau, which had considerable latitude in
overseeing foster homes, institutions, and medical care.
In 1911, Illinois became the
first state to authorize mother’s pensions for families without male
breadwinners. It was thought that the
pensions would minimize the need for orphanages. By 1919, 39 states had followed suit. Eventually the program was folded into the
New Deal, along with much of the work of the Children’s Bureau.
Through two world wars and
the Depression, orphanages were filled to capacity. During those years, the Wartburg drew widespread
praise as a model institution.
In 1964, its board decided
that the children should attend the local public schools. I’m certain that at least a few public school parents and administrators
objected. After all, these were “Wartburg kids.”
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This still, from a 1938 documentary about the Wartburg Orphanage, oddly evokes "The Sound of Music" thunderstorm scene. |
*In 1979, the
Wartburg closed its doors.