.......So...
A little progress......
So when things start to move so fast, it all becomes a blur and one's life takes on
a new "normal". Forgetting to record certain details when sharing this kind of
event is easy to do. So please remember that omitting to give credit and thanks for contributions to this new
"life-refashioning" is only a sign of emotional reconstruction and not lack of
gratitude, respect or value.
For this to happen so close to Christmas is a bit daunting as my Christmas budget
wasn't ready for it. But I hope various family members eventually understand what an
upheaval it is to my life as well as theirs.
So this page is to bring you up to speed on what has happened in this miracle
story.....
I discover I
have a brother and.....
Wendy appears in my life after 50 years...
Last Sunday afternoon my mobile phone screamed at
me.... I was caught completely off-guard as a voice from the past connected my heart to
that of my "full blood" sister, Wendy whom I have not seen nor spoken to since the day of
her 5th birthday party held at Salisbury in 1954.
Then last Mon 6th December, a long conversation on
the phone with Wendy. We talked about nearly everything that needed to be said as a matter
of priority, and now I am looking forward to traveling to Adelaide after the new year to
meet her in person after 50 years...
Then I hope to meet my father, who Wendy has now
contacted about me... She tells me that he has missed me and pined after his long lost son
since that time. Apparently he returned to the orphanage at Walkerville to find I was gone. I had
been sent to meet my mother at Brisbane and I thought the journey may have been meant as a holiday
as I could never recall any farewells at all. But
this may never be verified.
It seems my father never knew of the arrangement for either a
holiday or a transfer to my mother's care. I have yet to find out if it was organised by
the child welfare department, and if there were reasons for handling it that way.
And it is my understanding
now, that my father believed I had died of pneumonia. He said the Child
Welfare Department had told him that.
It turns out that the house where I recalled
Wendy's birthday party was held, was not near Bundaberg at all, but was in South Australia
at Salisbury. The car ride from Queensland to South Australia
must have had me, as a
little boy, asleep most of the way I guess, though I vaguely recall that
we possibly got a plane down to South Australia and maybe I still slept
most of the time. I had recalled the railway line passing close
to the house where the party was held, which was at Salisbury. This recall has provided recognition from cousin
Veronica I have spent about an
hour talking with. She was at the party and remembered me and recognised my voice
as "exactly like......" (other members of the family.)
I find
I had 32 cousins, an Auntie and no proof that my
mother is not alive......
So the search for her will go on.
The fact that he was told I had died is a bit stunning - when I think of
the implications. But why should I be surprised at what human beings do
to each other.
There may be matters here that will need to be
clarified.
Thank you for reading about and experiencing my
personal win.... I do hope this story brings some hope to you if you have been
experiencing similar circumstances.....
May
my music assist you to cope
as it has for me.....
David.
to be Continued....
My Journey to Adelaide to meet my Father and Sister after 55 years.
PS: But as I type these
words, my attention turns to the fact that we have not yet located our
dear Mother. But there is
the future...
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