Sometimes it takes a few back and forth conversations with descendants before someone hands me a nugget. Like this one that came to me from Linda Clarkson Pagnini, daughter of Arthur Clarkson.
Arthur Clarkson |
I
have not winced nor cried aloud
Under
the bludgeonings of chance
My
head is bloody, but unbowed.
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Cecilia Jowett, front row right |
Cecilia
Jowett, another Barnardo child immigrant (1901), grew up and fulfilled her
dream of becoming a nurse. She wrote these words in her book, No Thought for Tomorrow and I used them
in telling her story:
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Grace Griffin Galbraith |
Whenever I speak about the British
Home Children, I always explain that my interest in them grew out of my
grandmother’s life. In 1912 Grace Griffin Galbraith was an eight year-old
orphan, brought to Canada from England by Annie MacPherson’s organization. As
with all child immigrants, she became an indentured servant. She ended up in a
caring home, after experiencing rejection and trauma in at least three
placements. Her difficulties make this quote from her extremely meaningful.
I
can never regret coming to Canada. I have had to work hard but I don’t mind
that for I love to work.
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William Edwin Hunt, back row, left |
Often the writer’s words alone don't do
justice to a story. The story begs for quotes, here and there, to bring it to
life. Words from the people for whom the event was no mere story, it was
reality.
I never look in the rear-view mirror, I just keep moving forward. William Edwin Hunt, immigrated, age fourteen, 1906, through Smyly’s of Ireland.
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Rose McCormick Brandon is the author of four books including, Promises of Home - Stories of Canada's British Home Children, Visit her website Writing From the Heart. Two blogs: Promises of Home and Listening to my Hair Grow.
