Early Childhood Part 2

One other episode that live with me from the same era due to a fiery domineering mother :-


We were having afternoon coffee and cake, that's my parents me, my brother and sister, they were real little, me being the eldest. My mother's finger got hurt, can't recall how, but all hell broke loose, and my dad, as always was to blame, him being the quiet passive person he always was, and keeping peace at all cost, left the house, as he use to do, walk away from it.
Why I will never know, but at the tender age I was, I went and checked behind  the kitchen door where he use to keep his rifle, it was not there. In tears I ran my little short legs of, looking for him in the bush,eventually found him under a tree. By then I were hysterical, I took the rile away, and just stayed there hugging him, for what felt like for ever.
A bond was formed between me and my dad, that will always be, and a rift between me and my mother. 




I dedicate this Blog  to my beautiful friend Robyn Simpson, who inspired me writing down my memories.:-

Early Childhood. Part 1

We all have them, the early years when we are formed into the adults we to become, those drastic events that stay with us from birth, till we close our eyes. I want to put some of those here and hope others can learn from it.


A very sad memory for me was when I was very young, before starting school, about five years old.
This go back in the early days when black people were still slaves. My mother was a very domineering person, and cruel.
She had a black maid at the time, who became pregnant and had the baby. This poor child was not aloud in the house, was kept out side in a shed, no protection from flies, so she end up with diarrhea, and death very quickly. Till this day I can still see her little face in front of me, something I could never forget, and left an emotional  scare that can never  heal.
I sat flat on the ground in the dust crying, when the little one was berried, it tore me apart, still do till this day.
That was one of a number of cruel events I witnessed as a child, that made and formed the adult I am today
I cannot say I was fond of my mother, never forgave here for what happened.

Shea in Paradise:)

Gosh first update in almost a year, really don't know where to start, haven't got nothing nice to say.
First it was a big mistake for me to come to Tasmania, its just not mainland at all, another well fare island, could be anywhere.
I found people very homophobic/transphobic, you will have acquittances not friends.

I am just so fortunate that I have some real supportive friends on the main land and Canada who made life worth living.
Would like to make changes in the new year if any way possible, fingers crossed, just can't stay here much longer