It's a funny old world
The more I learn of conventional society the more I'm grateful to have been left to make my way alone in this funny old world. For all intent and purpose I should have been a good Catholic, but I have nothing to do with it.
My earliest memory was waking up in what I came to believe was an orphanage run by about ten nuns. There were in excess of 160 male babies and children up to the age of ten. NHs have a better ratio. Once we reached age ten. we were transferred to an adult center run by Christian Brothers till age sixteen. In those institution there was every imaginable form of abuse against the young men who would now be considered children. But then we provided free labour for the religious orders, working on the farms and workshops turning out goods for sale. At age ten I was able to make and repair clothing and later I worked on the poultry farm: never tasted chicken and had two eggs a year.
During my time there I witnessed deaths, some violent but never shed a tear, I was fortunate as I knew no different. Once I was released into a strange new world I chose to forget my stolen childhood and moved from that God forsaken land called Ireland. Not until I was in my seventies and caring for my wife was I to discover the reason I was in those Institutions. I had a criminal record for begging at the age of two and was sentenced to 14 years detention. They were called Industrial Schools and latterly are recognise as child labour camps. Whatever family I'd came from chose to just plain abandoned me. I was left emotionally barren, uneducated and physically underdeveloped and left make my way in the world.
On reflection I can't begin to describe the tremendous benefits I've derived from such a background. There is so much to appreciate in the time we are allotted in this world. In my case there was little time to waste in achieving the many goals I set my self and was able to retire by age 54.
Best of all I thank God for providing the strength of mind and body to care for my wife on my own at home for her final five years. For me it was a privilege, an honour, humbling experience and the most rewarding time of my life.
The more I learn of conventional society the more I'm grateful to have been left to make my way alone in this funny old world. For all intent and purpose I should have been a good Catholic, but I have nothing to do with it.
My earliest memory was waking up in what I came to believe was an orphanage run by about ten nuns. There were in excess of 160 male babies and children up to the age of ten. NHs have a better ratio. Once we reached age ten. we were transferred to an adult center run by Christian Brothers till age sixteen. In those institution there was every imaginable form of abuse against the young men who would now be considered children. But then we provided free labour for the religious orders, working on the farms and workshops turning out goods for sale. At age ten I was able to make and repair clothing and later I worked on the poultry farm: never tasted chicken and had two eggs a year.
During my time there I witnessed deaths, some violent but never shed a tear, I was fortunate as I knew no different. Once I was released into a strange new world I chose to forget my stolen childhood and moved from that God forsaken land called Ireland. Not until I was in my seventies and caring for my wife was I to discover the reason I was in those Institutions. I had a criminal record for begging at the age of two and was sentenced to 14 years detention. They were called Industrial Schools and latterly are recognise as child labour camps. Whatever family I'd came from chose to just plain abandoned me. I was left emotionally barren, uneducated and physically underdeveloped and left make my way in the world.
On reflection I can't begin to describe the tremendous benefits I've derived from such a background. There is so much to appreciate in the time we are allotted in this world. In my case there was little time to waste in achieving the many goals I set my self and was able to retire by age 54.
Best of all I thank God for providing the strength of mind and body to care for my wife on my own at home for her final five years. For me it was a privilege, an honour, humbling experience and the most rewarding time of my life.