I was told about my adoption when I was about eight, only after a request from the Sisters because kids were talking about it on the playground. In a brief conversation, my adoptive mother told me that my birth-mother had died, and that was the end of that. I don’t have memories with my family growing up.
Thomas Wolfe wrote, “You can’t go home again.” I find that statement utterly refutable. When I had the opportunity to return to Ireland for the first time in 1990, I didn’t feel like a foreigner, or an outsider, or a failure, as long as I didn’t open my mouth and betray my “American accent” I
When I meet my b-mother for the first time she wanted me to know immediately what happened to her. She told me how the Sisters treated her; what they did to her and what they said to her, that she would never forget. It shocked me that people, representing the Church, or more importantly God,
Adoption was considered the answer-all for unwelcome babies born out-of-wedlock in Ireland. I can only speak of the early 50s, where a young girl carries a baby inside of her for nine months, then when it is time, she gives birth, usually after a difficult delivery, (because she has not ever been seen by a doctor
Thank you Mari Tatlow Steed for sharing this link. http://www.irishexaminer.com/ireland/mother-and-baby-homes-infant-died-every-fortnight-for-two-decades-at-home-346762.html
I have taken repeated pictures of my children and grandchildren, and never once have I seen an unexplained heart-breaking sadness in their eyes. In all the passport pictures I have seen of the “banished babies” who have been willing to share, there has been a thread of sadness and heartbreak that couldn’t be explained to
Today was an amazing day with my publisher. We picked a “birthday” for The Swan Garden, and we selected a cover. I started writing this book over 25 years ago when I thought I might find my birth mother. Neither I nor my birth mother had a say in what happened to us in 1949.