Part 2 – Life at Asilo San Vincente de Paolo – ArleneWow!

Part 2 – Life at Asilo San Vincente de Paolo

Posted On:04.08.2016

My mother was scarred first by her father’s death and secondly being uprooted from the love of her family. She carried the weight of abandonment throughout her entire life.

There aren’t a lot of details at this point about my mom’s experience at the Asilo. Unfortunately, my mother passed suddenly in November of 2001. While she was alive, she told me about her experiences as well as the difference in the nun’s treatment between the girls who were at the school (asilo) as orphans and those who were children of the elite. My mother also said that because she was placed there as an orphan, she was not supposed to see her mother. She did say that on rare occasions her mother was able to visit, but it was not permitted often.

One glaring incident depicts my mom feeling very ill one morning due to an ear infection. One of the nuns demanded that she continue with her morning chores and slapped her very hard over the infected ear. The blow knocked her unconscious. My mom spent the next year of her life at a hospital where she underwent extensive surgery and lost hearing in that ear. As sad as this is, she actually liked this time of her life because she was loved and cared for by the staff, nurses and doctors at the hospital.

When speaking to her siblings Luis and Esperanza during my visit to Maryland in February 2016, both still felt guilt and extreme pain about Delia being taken away from the family. Obviously, neither had control over the situation. Uncle Luis stated that the poverty level was at such an extreme during this time (early 1940’s) that drastic measures had to be taken. Who knew what was the right thing to do?

This interaction moved me so much. I never knew how my aunt and uncle felt about this. They actually spoke to me about it individually without me asking. It was as if they were waiting to open their hearts to me so they could finally relieve themselves of this intense anguish. I felt perhaps they may have expected me to reprimand them in some way. They were never to blame.

At times life deals some of us a very crappy hand.

Overview of Asilo San Vicente DePaolo / Calzada del Cerro Havana Cuba / I believe the Asilo is next to red U shaped Building

Overview of Asilo San Vicente DePaolo / Calzada del Cerro Havana Cuba / I believe the Asilo is next to red U shaped Building



    • Hi Arlene,

      I’m quite moved by reading your Mother’s story of her early childhood and her abandonment issues which she carried with her throughout her life. I, too, have a somewhat similar story; however, with a different twist.

      Currently, I’m staying at my cousin’s horse farm in Southern IN. I conducted a pro-bono search last Fall to find a talented Young Horse Trainer. We now have a young woman originally from OH whom was referred to me by a close friend who does dressage and has two horses. I contacted her at Harris Farm in Coalinga, CA where she was an exercise rider working with thoroughbreds but yearning to come back to the OH area. Long story about my reason for being here in IN at this stage in my life.

      I will follow you on your blog and hope to see you at one of your performances in the not too distant future. You may remember meeting me back last late Fall at Indigo Lounge (outside) while you were taking a break. We are friends on Facebook.

      Best wishes for continued success,


      • Hi Maureen,
        So good to hear from you, and it was a pleasure meeting you at Indigo.
        Thank you for reading my blogs. It really is amazing how interesting our lives are. Sorry about your mom / grandmother. It seems like we are are connected and share similar circumstances that hopefully make us stronger in the end.
        Feel free to contact me here if you are so inclined.
        You’re my first comment(s)!
        Stay well. Good luck in IN. You are at the right place at the right time. Age is an illusion.
        Love & Light Always,

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