Families of Orphan Train riders keep history alive
March 31, 2010
Part 1 of 2
When the Orphan Train movement began in the mid-19th century, approximately 30,000 abandoned children were trying to survive on the streets of New York.
Often called “street urchins” or “waifs,” many were not true orphans but run-aways or merely “turned loose” by parents who couldn’t care for them. They could be found sleeping in doorways, living on streets, and fending for themselves by whatever means necessary.
Charles Loring Brace, a 26-year-old Congregational minister, found his calling closer to street-level than the pulpit with his growing concern for homeless children. He joined together with other reformers and founded the Children’s Aid Society.
He tried to help the children by establishing schools to teach them a trade and how to behave and dress. But just a year later, he knew more was needed. So he took up the plan Boston had tried 10 years earlier: taking orphans from the street, sending them west on trains, and placing them out to families at stops along the way.
Today it is estimated that around two million people are descendants of an Orphan Train Rider.
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Two of those Nebraska descendants are Idona Swedenburg of Fullerton, Neb., and Jane Clements of Clarks, Neb. Idona’s late husband, Fred Swedenburg, and his brother Howard, rode the Orphan Train in 1925 to Osceola, Neb.
“My husband was born in Canandaigua, New York, to Irene (Brown) and Fred Engert. We didn’t know until we’d been married for years that his middle name was Benjamin, but he never used it because he didn’t know he had one,” Idona said.
Fred and Howard were removed from their home because of “scandalous neglect” and taken to the Children’s Aid Society. Fred was six-years-old and Howard was three when they were placed on the train.
A notice in the Osceola newspaper signaled the arrival of the Orphan Train. It read:
“A party of orphan children will come to Osceola September 22 under the auspices of the Children’s Aid Society, New York City. They are girls and boys from two to ten years of age, brought here with no expense to the people, placed on trial and if not satisfactory, the Society bears the expense of their removal.
“We ask when applying for a child that you be able to satisfy the Society that you will be furnishing the child with home comforts, be a father and a mother to it, giving it education and religious training.
“If you cannot take one in your own home, just phone it and talk to it and others. Maybe some assisting to find good homes for the children. A reception for these children will take place September 22 in the community reception room at the courthouse.”
A later article in the Osceola newspaper announced that seven children were brought and five of them had been placed and two had not.
Children brought over by another institution, the New York Foundling Hospital, were matched prior to their arrival. “It was sort of like a mail order catalog,” Idona explained. “They’d say if they wanted a blonde or brunette, what age or sex. They’d try to match them up and pin their statistics to the hem of the child’s garment so they’d know who was supposed to go to which couple.”
When Fred and Howard arrived in Osceola, they were chosen for placement but to separate homes.
“Freddie’s Nebraska mother went to get a little girl because they already had a boy,” Idona said. “But she said when she saw that plump little boy with the big brown eyes, she just had to take him home.”
Fred never remembered much of his early childhood, except when he was being taken to his new home. There were two boys walking along the highway and his new mother said to him, “That boy with the bicycle is your new brother.”
Fred was never adopted, but he remained with his Nebraska family, growing up on a farm by Clarks.
“Freddie loved to run in the hills where they lived. His cousins never thought he was anything but a member of the family, but that didn’t happen with every family. There were two boys who lived just down the highway from where Freddie lived, and they had to sleep in the barn.”
After high school, Fred joined the Air Force, leaving Idona, his high school sweetheart, behind.
While Fred was serving overseas, the Air Force wanted to send him back to the states for pilot training and sent for his birth certificate. Since he was never adopted, the certificate had a different name. The military contacted Fred’s father in Clarks, who went to a lawyer in Osceola and said, “I want to adopt a boy.”
When the lawyer asked the age of the boy and found out he was 24, he told Fred’s father he couldn’t adopt a full-grown man. Instead, the lawyer legally changed Fred’s last name to Swedenburg.
Fred and Idona later married while he was home on furlough. While stationed in Detroit, Fred decided he wanted to look up his father in New York.
“So he went out on the highway and stuck out his thumb and went to visit his father,” Idona said.
Fred found out he had “a large family of sisters and brothers.” He later took Idona to meet his father. “I’m glad we went back to see his father. We drove past his mother’s house but we didn’t stop. After we moved back to Clarks and got busy with everyday living, he never mentioned the Orphan Train.”
That was until a fellow Orphan Train riders mentioned a meeting, and soon the couple was hosting Orphan Train meetings and attending state and national reunions. Fred and his brother were honored at a national meeting with a plaque, which was donated with Fred’s other Orphan Train memorabilia to the Merrick County Historical Museum in Central City, Neb.
“Freddie always said he was so thankful that he was raised in Nebraska,” Idona said. “He said he would have hated to become a bum on a New York street.”
Next Week: Conclusion – Hunt Family Story