#orphanges

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What's wrong with the orphanages in karinsport or nytheris at large for there to be an orphan thieves guild? Why aren't they there?

Nytheris in general actually has pretty good orphanages, Anon. The problem is Karinsport specifically. MC isn't aware of just how tumultuous the city was right before she was born. Long explination of Karinsport/Nytherian history below the cut.

First of all, I should say that Karinsport is actually one of the major cities in the empire, it's the port that has the most trade with the Koltric Isles, and is the capital of its povince, which was in a pronvice the rebelled in the border wars, one of the first recovered. iIt was still getting back on it's feet when there was a huge scandal concerning the governor around the same time that the elven district of the city rebelled. In the wake of the scandal, a mob sacked the governor's mansion, and the without a governor to command them, the imperial guard in the province went rogue under their current province head, and the entire area was falling apart. With the guard rogue, all of the various gangs tried to take over.

Emperor Konstantin was commanding his armies in person on the southern border (while Karisport is on the western border), and couldn't get there to deal with the problem, so he sent Gulin and Embercrest (the steward) to fix it.

So it that giant mess, the orphanages fell into disrepair, and didn't have people running them. It's kind of a taboo subject, so no one talks about it, but Oren, Violet, and Alina were old enough to understand what was happening, Sam wasn't in the city at the time, and everyone else was too young to realize the situation. To them, the orphanages are dumps where no one cares about them, but in reality the people running them are trying their best to repair the damage afer the city nearby destroyed itself.

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Does Anyone Want to Adopt a Baby? 1900s

Does Anyone Want to Adopt a Baby? 1900s

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada 27 Jan 1910, Thu

The Children’s Aid Society have several of them two that are said to be -particularly cute youngsters around sixteen months old. They are now in a local institution. In fact at different orphanages and other institutions they now have twelve or thirteen children, ranging in ages from sixteen months to fourteen years, whom they want…

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[terrymikeskafoundation]

Each time we visit an orphanage or nursing home in Nepal where we bring the knitted hats, gloves and scarves, sanitation items, water cisterns, clothes, etc we always bring at least 3-4 baskets of much needed items and groceries. @terrymikeskafoundation #orphanage #orphanges #nepal #kathmandu #charity #children (at Kathmandu, Nepal) https://www.instagram.com/p/B50NfVvg-Qn/?igshid=41j9kt3ego0l

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My name is Gina Steliana and up until the age of 9 years old I lived in Romania where for a short time like most children, I lived with my birth mother. I believe we lived a lifestyle that lay somewhere between travelling gypsies and refugees. We moved a lot, and on one unfortunate day,aged only 3, I became separated from my family, and simply never saw them again. A Romanian woman found me and delivered me to the local orphanage.

That woman continued to visit me every weekend for the six years I lived at the orphanage. When I return to Romania beginning of this summer, I will see her once more. I was one of the more fortunate children in Romania and was adopted by an English family that live on the Isle of Wight, where I now live with my beautiful daughter.

There came a time when I had my own child, Mary, and she was 3 years old herself. I was shopping one day in a major chain store, and whilst she was away visiting relatives I wanted to buy her a token gift for her return. I was in a rush, and my eye was caught by a hula hoop, and also by some cheerleading style pom-poms. After some thought, I chose the pom-poms and went to pay and leave. Suddenly, whilst queueing, I was seized by a strong feeling that I had made the wrong choice, and left my place to run back and switch to the hula hoop. I had no idea, in that second, what a defining moment in my life that choice would quickly become.

Mary and I played with the hula hoop often and to this very day it continues to bring us much smiles of joy. To me, it was infectious and before I knew it I was even playing with it during her absence which is when I began to learn to hoop dance. Whilst I was dancing with the hoop I discovered something magical – that in those moments, a bubble of space appears around you, within which you have absolute control. As you focus within that bubble, everything else fades out, including all your stress and worries. There is only you and the hula hoop.  It was then that I realised  my soul purpose in life. An epiphany if you like.  “I have to give this feeling of escapism and freedom to children in Romanian orphanages”.

I began to research about the history of hoop dancing, and watched videos and talked to other hula hoop dancers across the world. I learned of the health benefits of hoop exercise, and how it can help hand-to-eye coordination and balance as well as flexibility, not to mention the benefits and impact it can have on you psychotically. Soon I owned my own business, and was teaching the art of the hula hoop to people from every walk of life – I’ve played with tiny children, taught in schools and young offenders as well as adults who simply wanted to do something positive for themselves. I’ve danced for huge crowds on foreign beaches, performed shows throughout festivals and I have also helped others raise charity funds here on my little island home. Now, for the first time, I need the help of others and so I’m reaching out to you all in the hope that you can help me to realise a dream.

I have a plan in place to take my gift back home. I have been in contact with both the woman who found me as a child all those years ago, and some orphanages in Romania, and in May this year I will be travelling back to visit some of those orphanages and start our teaching project giving some of the children in their care ‘A Chance to Dance’. I’ll be taking hoops everywhere and leaving them as gifts when I go, so they can take what I teach them and continue to enjoy it. I hope to give at least some of them that space, that bubble, where the whole world falls away and  only their playful dance remains in the hope that it will make even the slightest difference to their lives.

I’m a single mum, and although my dancing brings me money, it pays our bills and nothing more. My daughter and I live simply, but very happily, in a home full of laughter, love and creativity. There is an orphanage waiting for us right now, and when I go Mary will travel with me too, and see first-hand where I came from. If I am to fulfill this vision, I need to fund our travel to, and stay in, Romania as well as material costs for hoops. The costs are material only – I make/decorated every hoop by hand myself, and none of the funds I ask for is payment for my time in any way – these hoops are made with love, not profit, in mind.

If you can help me with whatever support and funds you can, I promise you two things. The first is that I will continue to write updates as and when I can to tell you all how things are progressing, and then when I go I will write of my travels and where possible take pictures so you can see with your own eyes the good your support and money has gone to. The second thing I promise is that, having once been one of those orphans myself, I know this adventure will bring a lot of joy and fun to children who desperately need it, along with the chance to hear this same story I’ve just told you and realise for themselves that good things really do come to those who wait, and that for every one of us, there is always hope.

Thank You

With Love and gratitude 

Gina Steliana

Credits:

Filming & Production By Richard Morel http://richardmorel.tumblr.com/

Music By David Nyman

I would like to personally thank all the children and families that were able to come and play with us making this film possible. 

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If you’ve come for a read that is congruent and cohesive and light and fluffy and organized; turn away now.

Go ahead, just turn the page!  Turn the randomness off.  Let the absolution of life, as it should be, take hold.  You weren’t meant for this blog.

So, I beg of you once more…

‘take your business elsewhere if you are looking for candy coated organized methodical words!’

  Down the street from the corner of mad meth dealers and two dollar hookers standing in sodden snow.  Over the hill and through the woods, we go to the Pauper’s cemetery.  The cemetery just happens to be, as the turkey vulture flies, two miles exact, from the orphan’s cemetery.

The orphanage as best guess, without doing too much research was built around 1880.  It had been run by bent on the threat of Hell’s angels and nuns in black cloaks.

The pauper cemetery, yet another loosely based research subject: 1820′s or so.  Most stones belong to persons in and out of the insane asylum that had been up the hill.

Most stones, graves, markers and/or place to put the dead, in both of these locations, bare few names, little in the way of epitaphs and typically house numbers.  Numbers such as, VII circa 1776, Number 603 and alike.

If you have never stepped foot in New Hampshire but need a word to describe it, in case you want to impress your friends at a party, STARK!

These leads me to the rest of the randomness and the reason why I feel drawn to these two particular places.

Random Pauper thoughts:

1. Aren’t we all just one attachment away from being a Pauper?

2. Did these numbers linked to granite stone leave someone lonesome?

3. I always want to say, sold my soul to the devil and the devil said to me one word…and that was ‘dead‘.  Where I came up with that thought I’m not sure.  But it attached these persons from the past to me somehow.

4. The gate to the cemetery is always closed.  Always, always, always, the door is shut.  The land is immaculately cared for.  Yet, it appears, two miles in, that no one ever comes around.  When I leave I make a point to open the gate.  Just in case some resident from within wants to take a walk.

5. Morbidity aside, a sense of renewal overcomes the searcher of the finer things while walking on a dreary spring day down a dead-end trail to a dead-end place of rest…for all of eternity.  I get giddy and happy that these people are who I’ve come to visit.  There is no religion shared among any of us for this is our thought on that:

…not a big fan of organized anything…it tends to ruin the imagination…

I took pictures.  As I always do.  My dogs romping and playing and acknowledging these passed by patrons of another century.  My grandmother had been raised by nuns in an orphanage in Worcester.  My spouse had been confined by the state for her cognitive years due to bad behavior no one wanted to deal with.

Personally, I’m not allowed to touch on my family’s history for the secrets run deep.  However, I wonder, how different I am from those who fall into the following ramification:

‘It hurts me to hear the tone in which the poor are condemned as “shiftless” or “having a pauper spirit”, just as it would if a crowd mocked at a child for it’s weakness, or laughed at a lame man because he could not run or a blind man because he stumbled.’

-Albion Fellows Bacon: U.S. social workers and housing reform advocate

To live simply amongst these persons or perhaps those who pass us by at work or at play?   The man or woman riding a bike in three inches or snow with all they own strapped onto their back.  I choose to live as simply as possible.  I believe it is how it should be…life in moderation leave a good taste in everyone’s thoughts and as little impact on bad thoughts as possible.

Therefore, I live as a pretend pauper perhaps.  Not so much by choice as by the sense of belonging-ness that living with little can bring.

tell me dear, Are you lonesome tonight?

  Albion Fellows Bacon (1865–1933), U.S. social worker and housing reform advocate. Read more at http://quotes.dictionary.com/It_hurts_me_to_hear_the_tone_in#phl4qg3pgYomaYzO.99

Albion Fellows Bacon (1865–1933), U.S. social worker and housing reform advocate. Read more at http://quotes.dictionary.com/It_hurts_me_to_hear_the_tone_in#phl4qg3pgYomaYzO.99

It hurts me to hear the tone in which the poor are condemned as “shiftless,” or “having a pauper spirit,” just as it would if a crowd mocked at a child for its weakness, or laughed at a lame man because he could not run, or a blind man because he stumbled. Read more at http://quotes.dictionary.com/It_hurts_me_to_hear_the_tone_in#phl4qg3pgYomaYzO.99

It hurts me to hear the tone in which the poor are condemned as “shiftless,” or “having a pauper spirit,” just as it would if a crowd mocked at a child for its weakness, or laughed at a lame man because he could not run, or a blind man because he stumbled. Read more at http://quotes.dictionary.com/It_hurts_me_to_hear_the_tone_in#phl4qg3pgYomaYzO.99

It hurts me to hear the tone in which the poor are condemned as “shiftless,” or “having a pauper spirit,” just as it would if a crowd mocked at a child for its weakness, or laughed at a lame man because he could not run, or a blind man because he stumbled. Read more at http://quotes.dictionary.com/It_hurts_me_to_hear_the_tone_in#phl4qg3pgYomaYzO.99

Memories of a Pauper If you've come for a read that is congruent and cohesive and light and fluffy and organized; turn away now.

[my-imperfect-angel-castiel]

OMG I JUST CANT....Misha=Perfection Misha=Perfection

EVERYTHING HE HAD DONE AND WILL DO IS AMAZING <3

[fullcirclewomyn]

What I miss most about my time volunteering in Haiti: working at the orphanages. I wish I could have taken care of all of them and took this little girl "Keke" home with me. Can't wait to go back!