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| Being a State Ward |
| Being a Lable |
| The Journey Still Walkin' Uncertain Beginnings Being a State Ward Truth and Lies Never Fitting In Your Aboriginal Assimilation Love of Two Mothers A False Father Adoption My Art Links |
| If I had of been given the choice of a foster family, it would have been the Egans. I was certainly given a priviledged upbringing in a middle class Catholic family. I was want for nothing. Given a private school education. Certainly something that has served me well. I didn't have a lot to do with my adopted father as he spent much time away working in Sydney, travelling there early every morning on the "Fish" train, and returning late. Weekends were my favorite times, becasue I could sit and watch dad go about the family weekend chores of mowing the grass, painting the house, gardening etc. In fact the weekends were a totaly family gathering, and made for a great time. Something over time that my father did give me was a love of words and writing. My adopted mum was, for all intense and purposes, my mother, I knew no other. She instilled in me a love of simpleness. Grassroots living. An Appreciation of antiques, herself included .ha! She was always there when I needed her, and she mentored me well, and to this day my love for her is strong. We were and remain kindred spirits. God rest her soul! I am the youngest in my adopted family of 5 children by 10 years. This has often made me feel isolated from them and somewhat of an only child. During my growing years as a young girl, and as a teenager, I idolised my siblings...they could do no wrong in my eyes. Indeed I felt loved, I felt as though I belonged, for I knew no other family. I was little Margy, the youngest of the Egan clan. However, hen we would walk down the street, people would look with a quizzical look at us as a family. If mum and I were alone down the street, people would coment, "oh what a beautiful child, must look like her father". Mum would just agree! It was easier. I had always been told that I was born to another mother, and I accepted that from the earliest I could comprehend it...but I felt as though I belonged, so It didn't matter. I was mums little Fijian Princess. Every now and then a conversation would take place and the words, State Ward would be said. Over time I grew very hateful of those words, and indeed I feared them, for they threatened my security and my identity. It woulden't be long before I became, Margy, the State Ward child that the Egans took in. Next >> |
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