My two youngest grandsons spent the night with us last night. Noah is 5 and Riley is 7. They are so cute and innocent at that age. We played together watched some cartoons, and Mama fixed us something to eat. We have a mattress that we brought into our bed room and the boys helped Poppy drag it into the bedroom; thin they helped Mama put clean sheets and covers on it. It just touches our hearts when the boys want to come over for a sleepover and then wants to play with us two old folks.
My wife has been reading a book on the Orphan train. She was telling me how these kids were out on their own on the streets of New York City. They had no place to go, nothing to eat, and nowhere to sleep. I have no way of knowing what these children went through. They were rounded up put on a train, and sent west. The train would stop in a town; the kids were lined up for people to look at. If the people saw the one they wanted that child would go and live with them. The kids that did not get picked were loaded back on the train and taken to the next town where they might or might not be picked to live with someone. I feel so sorry for those kids, some fond good homes though. I was so surprised the number of thousand of kids that road these trains. If you are working on genealogy and have a road block on your relatives you might check out the Orphan train.