Sunday, 2 August 2009
Sunday Scribblings "Anticipate"
The Sunday Scribblings prompt for this week is "Anticipate".
Did you ever anticipate that a hundred years or more after you were gone, there would be a great great grand daughter that you had never met, and who had never seen you, but would still have you on her mind?
Did you ever anticipate that she feels you beside her when times were tough?
Did you ever think that the trials you went through in your life would show her how strong you were, even though she only knows a small part of your story.
She is proud to have a tiny bit of your blood still running through her and her children's veins?
Did you know when your children were taken from you because you were the wrong colour that she would remember you and your pain in losing them?
Could you anticipate that there would be a direct line running straight from you to the future and to her family, and many other descendants?
Or that she would envision your image and try to make a sculpture of you?
Or because she felt you were unable to speak up for yourself against government policy of the time that the sculpture would be built with no mouth to symbolize that inability.
Maybe you believed thought that the ancient blood of your ancestors would disappear in your choice of a partner of different ethnicity, which was what the government envisioned. It hasn't.
That your G.G. grand daughter only found out about you by default from one of her cousins. Her father, your great grandson, hid the fact of your aboriginality from her to protect her and her sister from the negative public opinion that he grew up with and denied. Even though he was often asked about his looks. He grew up in different times.
Could you see him walking down a bush track with his girls, showing them the beloved bush, with a switch of gum tree to flick away the tiny bush flies on his back, or blowing a loud whistle across a gum leaf.
Did you know that the sound of a didgeridoo would go straight to her heart or that the colours of aboriginal art would inspire her to carry them through?
Here's to you girl!
Here are your 3x great grand children who still carry your blood.
A candle lit for you and each of my children.
Another for my husband and I.
The little bottles that the candles are burning in are from my niece's wedding. Cassandra, another of your 3x great grand children, who now has 2 more decedents of yours to be proud of.
Your blood lives on. You survived.
I wonder if someone so close and yet so far in the distance from me, will ever know my story....and yours?