I write concerning the front-page article, “Horrors and healing” (June 18) about the Sisters of Charity orphanage. Starting at the age of about 5, I lived there during the late 1950s, early 1960s.

Of my recollection, I never experienced any kind of abuse. I was very sad, at the time, because I had been placed away from home and my family. I never felt familial love at the orphanage but, in hindsight, never expected such love in a large institution. I did feel cared for and safe.

I did witness spankings but, in those days, spanking was considered an acceptable means of discipline. I did not live in fear. There is a line between abuse and being very strict. There had to be strict rules in order for two nuns to perform their duties with more than 100 children.

An identifying number was given to each girl in order to identify one’s belongings, as a locker and one’s clothing. I was called by my name. I don’t ever remember going to bed hungry, dirty or afraid.

There was always a void in my heart, because I missed my family so very much but, in hindsight, I was thankful of having a Catholic institution to help raise and teach me. I made my First Communion there.

I wanted my story told — of one being appreciative for what that institution had to offer for me at the time.

Claire Miller, Niceville, Florida