Ireland's Child Care Institutions during the 20th. Century. Fo'T: The most vivid and passionate stories - banished babies, cruel orphanages, old abuses of power - have concerned things that went unnoticed, or at least unarticulated, at the time. News has often had to be redefined, not as the latest sensation but as that which everybody knew all along yet could not say.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Today is the...
Today is the 25th. aniversary of my own mothers death (is anniversary the right word?) - she is buried in a graveyard in Moneenroe in Castlecomer. Her headstone states that Mary O'Connor (aged 48) lies here.
I have very few memories of her and I the last time I was with her was 1955 when she left my father and went to England and re-married and had 10 more children. On occasion she returned to Moneenroe to her mother and brother but these visits were furtive as she was subject to arrest for bigamy, and breaking a solemn pledge.
For, you see, my mother was once in a Magdalen Asylum. In this Magdalen Asylum she gave birth to my older brother and to get out of the Magdalen Asylum she had to pledge to marry my father, also a sum of money had to be paid.
My father was NOT the father of my older brother, and he was 15 years older than my mother - also both of them were blood relatives and special permission had be applied for in order for the marriage to go ahead. Her mother also paid 100 pounds to the nuns in the Magdalen Asylum to further secure her release.
So my mother was released into a forced marriage, to a man years older than her and a very close relative to boot and 100 pounds was paid to for the privilege. My mother produced 3 more children (my older sister, myself and my younger brother) in a very short time. But such an "arrangement" was bound to fail and my mother did leave us and went to England where she had some kind of a life. Of her 10 children one of them became a Cancer specialist - so it seems her mothering skills were put to good use. Of course the 3 children of the marriage were all incarcerated into various detention centres, but our older brother who was born in the Magdalen Asylum was not touched as our mother's family prevented it. During my time in those places the only information I received from the nuns about my mother was that she was dead - basically that I was an orphan - and that my mother was a tramp and no good to anyone.
Although my mother was buried in August 1980 she died a long long time before that - for you see I BELIEVED the nuns - she was dead to me when I was in those places. The tragedy, to me, is that this denigration of my mother by the nuns prevented me from ever seeking her or her family out. They made me feel ashamed of my mother and this shame has haunted me. And when people talk about forgiveness and moving on they are really asking us, asking me, to forget. I will not forget and I will not forgive.
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