The lights are dazzling on the Christmas tree this morning. I sip hot coffee and sort through papers and bric-a-brac on the kitchen floor. I don’t recommend painting walls right before the season’s celebrations. It’s taking me an endless amount of time settling back in. Everything, I’m certain, will feel fresh once I’m settled again.
Mornings like this, though, hold their beauty. I like the nesting experience and I like the solitary moments, hanging with the border collie. I can sing and sometimes dance, at will.
I decided to play a CD that was sent to me by my sister-friend, Linda Barns, over in London. Some time ago, she attended an exhibition on my behalf, On Their Own: British Child Migrants at the V&A Museum of Childhood in London.
Some time before Christmas, I sat and cried through the movie, Oranges and Sunshine, a film about the migration of thousands of children from Britain to Australia. Because I come from a family rooted in this same history, but as it is related to Canadian child immigrants, I feel a huge connection to the content of the movie.
The music I’m listening to as I write is titled The Ballads of Child Migration, songs for Britain’s Child Migrants. They are beautiful songs written in recognition of this history. Canadian descendants of British Home Children are continuing to look for similar accountability at every level and to see the events recognized in history classes throughout the provinces.
I try, as much as I can, to be positive when I write or engage social media. We need, however, to be honest about our history, in order to avoid making similar mistakes again. There are many atrocities performed by human beings upon other human beings. This is one of those atrocities. I suggest that my readers inform themselves on the subject, not for the purpose of blame, but for the purpose of recognition and reconciliation.
I think the movie is accurate in its portrayal of the events.
The music that Linda has sent me is beautiful in a haunting way. I love you, for this beautiful gift, Linda.