I always thought I had been born into a catholic family and I was right, why did I think that you might ask, because I believed quite strongly in many of the ways of the catholic religion and knew about them even though I had never been in a catholic Church in my life, my adoptive mother had told me “You have to go to Church I don’t care which one but I said that you would”. Who did she say that to I have no idea, but I was given a gold cross with latin words on by some one who put it into the palm of my hand I don’t remember who as a child it was nobody I knew.. I believed water was holy and would cure me when I was ill I believed in confession being good for the soul it came from inside me not from any where else. I often found myself pulled towards the catholic Church but never went there and had a harsh dream of being dragged along the path of a Church and forced to stand at the front of this Church where I was blessed and the same dream came when I was unconscious in hospital last year.
I did a genealogy course not because it is some thing that I would choose to do as a hobby or pastime but to find out who my so called family were. I had always been led to believe that I came from an Irish background by the people that adopted me partly because my adoptive mother said ” I told them I wanted an english baby,white and healthy”. Does it not make you think where is the love?. Then she would say I was not english I was Irish but of course I am english I was born here.
But I took up genealogy to find out who I am and I did but as things moved on I lost the plot like trying to find out my grandmothers maiden name, where to start, who to ask. There was nobody to ask unlike many others I knew no family to ask if they remembered soandso the story of my life having nobody reliable to advise me about anything. And I found links to people I had never heard of one being a very big catholic Irish family my mother or grandmother were part of but nobody made it clear exactly what the link was with this family.
Peoples names change, women marry some times more than once even in those days and linking people becomes very difficult specially if they have made a deliberate effort to hide things as does happen. I found it a mixture of things this genealogy, exciting, uplifting at times but more than anything frustrating and now I understand why some take a break from it and come back or never come back to it. There were even times when I felt I was being led astray by some helpers who did not help atall and I asked myself why am I bothering most are dead anyway now and were any of them worthy of my efforts to know about them probably not. Maybe I know all I need to know who my father and mother are its all I needed anyway, it becomes a very expensive hobby one many can not offord.
I agree that grammar like spelling is important but I fear it might take away some thing of the personality of the person writing if too much concern goes into it and I like to write as I might speak I still feel that being understood is as important as anything else.
I feel for the elderly I know of some who sits all day in an arm chair just waiting for a visit from some one with no interest in anything. This I know might be me but it is not because I use a computor and can exchange a few words with some one if I wish. Most things I do are alone, I paint and draw, I write, I embroider, in summer I love my garden and fill my garden with flowers I have grown, I love shopping and trying new things. But I know elderly people who do nothing but rely on family to visit and occupy them and get frustrated when they can’t get to them for any reason, they appear to be totally reliant on others for every thing when they are really capable of amusing themselves. I think maybe it is that they become like children and there children treat them as such the result being they become less and less able to do for themselves and often there children find it all too much in the end and mother must go in a home. Believe me I have my difficultys and my health is not good but I am so glad I can amuse myself, I might get lonly at times but I get over it with doing some thing not relying on other people I am glad to say.
We hear all the time about lonly people and I think they are not all old people there are young people too who feel lonly some times. We hear about bullying and the tragic cases of some young people commiting suicide it is horrible when some one does not fit in and so often it is some of the nicest people that get abused because they are possibly quiet or simply different in some way even some times prettier than others or cleverer. Abuse can be threats of violence or just about anything a normol person finds difficult to deal with every day at School or work because bullying can go on in adult life too.