The Next Page: The Odd Fellows Home for Orphans, my
grandmother's 'Home'  Raised in an orphanage on the North Side,
my grandmother always spoke of 'The Home' that defined her life.
Now I am finding out what that life was like.  Share with
others:  Print Email Read Later  Do you have a family member or
know someone who was raised in Odd Fellows Home for Orphans? I
am collecting narratives and personal accounts. Contact me at or
724-612-1785.  For as long as I can remember, every time that my
maternal grandmother, Margaret Schall Bell, talked about her
memories of growing up as a young girl, it made me sad.  For her
entire life, Gram never used a personal pronoun when referring
to the place where she lived. Her vocabulary automatically
eliminated the word "my" and replaced it with "the" at every
mention of The Home. It was a way of differentiating where she
lived from how she lived, almost as a justification of her
distinctive makeup and insecurities.  My grandmother was raised
in the Odd Fellows Home for Orpha