Happy Birthday to my Mum and Dad

 Fancy having a mother and father who are born on the same day and you don't get to know either of them real well.  I can attest to the fact that it is weird.   The entire disconnection thing playing out continually all around me including my own children who seem to not be concerned with their behaviour around me.

My mother and Father ( Bill and Ellen Peters nee Baguley) at the Killarney Show

 Leaving the care of both of parents at around four months of age, it is to be expected that I won't know that much about them.

Mary-Ellen who was known as Cindy!  (Me)

 I was reared by older extended family and was largely kept out of the way and out of the picture and it was really foreign having so many brothers and sisters but not really having them.   Being unable to talk about my "real" family when I was in Edith's care was a very confusing way of life.  It was thwart with emotional  and physical abuse.  This continued for the 12 years I was under her care.  This treatment made it difficult for me to understand why I was even on the planet, I could not understand as a child why I was even born. 

That was a question I asked many times during my lifetime, usually when I get to that point and I ask out loud to the universe the whole situation seems to lighten and change and move around. 

So this is how it is in my life.   I must be mindful of my loud ways and continue on.   My quest for the planet has never changed since my teen age years.  This is the time when I was kept in the care of the government as a ward of the state of Queensland.   I was placed in children's homes.  Seven children's homes in fact and that meant seven high schools too. 

What hope did I really have of completing the full education?   I would have loved to have done this though and today I still love to study.

It is my parents birthday!   I am led to ponder what it might have been.  What it would have been like to grow up in a real family situation.  What would it have been like to have had all my brothers and sisters around me.  What would it have been like having a father who wasn't rendered permanently disabled by paraplegia.  What would it have been like if my mum did not leaving us all behind?  

It was not her fault she had to leave us.  There was no real way to feed six tiny children and cloth them.  Things were very different back in the 1950's and 1960's.  

Later on, in the Nineteen sixty's we certainly saw a complete about face with government policy.  But, sadly it was already too late for our family.
 
Images @ Eminpee Fotography