I along with my two older sisters was there around 1963,64. I was four or five.the first night there a wrestled a nun to the floor. She was trying to take my underwear of. There rule was that you couldn't wear them under your pj's at night. She won. That was my welcoming. I was never allowed to visit with my sisters. I could see them across the playground, but I was not allowed to go over and talk with them. The nuns were mean. T remember one night a kid was crying and the nun opened the window and hung him outside by his feet. She said if he didn't stop crying, she was going to drop him. You could hear a pin drop. I had never smelled ivory soap before, but that's the soap they used. To this day when ever I smell that it takes me right back there. I do not remember most things but when I did some research about st Francis, there was a picture of that nun. I never remembered what she looked like until I saw that picture. It all came back. I actually started to shake, and could not sleep that night. The only other thing I can't account for is marks on my back. Did not even no they were there until a doctor one day at a yearly physical said it looks like you got cought in bar wire. So I hope this helps you a little. I've been back one, to show my partner it. We live in Seattle now, but went home for a visit. It's not a orphanage anymore. I just stood there . He said you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I wanted to. I wanted to see this place again. It looked a lot smaller after all those years. I wanted to go inside so bad to see it again. But I didn't I just walked in the playground where my sisters played. Just to say I did it, they couldn't keep me away. If I go on I will start crying. So is time to go. If you have children, give them a hug.