Writing From the Heart
Writing From the Heart
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1:05 PM on July 14, 2014
My family was never much into religion so I was raised without faith. I was 11 when my grandfather died and always interested in his "secrets". My mother used to say that if anyone asked where he was born to tell them Boston, Ma. I asked why but she never told me nor did she know because he told her the same thing. My mother and aunt, his only 2 children never asked many questions. He separated from my grandmother when they were 3 and 5, she remarried so nothing was ever told or they didn't remember. I only saw my grandfather's burial place in Wa. state when I was in my late 30's. Standing over his grave, already having made many attempts to find out more about him, I tried a bit of telepathy in my mind saying " Please grandpa Bert, help me, help me find you and your life" It seemed I had nothing to go on. I asked my aunt who outlived my mother to write down absolutely everything she knew about him, including anything even if she didn't think was important. It was everything I thought I already knew written on 2 pages. But there was one thing she said I hadn't heard before. "He was born within the sound of bells" To me that sounded like perhaps he was born in England knowing it's famous for bells and I knew there were rumors he was brought over from England. No one had mentioned that before! I thought there must be hundreds and hundreds of bells in England, but I had a friend in Canada who was British and I thought I'd ask him, thinking he would think I was crazy! He said to me "Oh, yes, Bow Bells, it's a place in East London, my mother was born there" I was ecstatic! I knew it wasn't much but my journey began. That day at his grave, I knew he heard my whisper or God did and although it's taken many years to find this man's life, I did. A little orphan and his brother put in Barnardo's because their mother had been deserted by her bigamist husband and she had no way to care for them. She had 5 children, she sent the 2 oldest boys to Barnardo's and signed the clause perhaps in hopes of giving them a better life. It was then his perilous journey began for nearly 10 years. Today, I know more about him that he knew about himself. He had forgotten his mother's name, his brother's and sisters and naturally his father. What he did remember probably ended up buried so deeply within his mind he never wanted to go back. His story was not a happy one and his life was forever a hard one, but he was the epitome of a wonderful grandfather. My love for him is stronger than ever after learning how he survived. He never returned to Canada or England, he was 10 when he boarded the Labrador, the ship that brought him over with many other children, how lonely that would be at 10 years old to me, is, unfathomable. That was after spending some years in orphanages first. Now I can't get my hands on enough material to read about the BHC. Now I'll have a new book to read and a new path to follow.
12:27 PM on June 9, 2014
My grandfather Vic Hird was also a home child, sent by the Barnardo Homes to a farm in Southern Ontario. He lived up in the hayloft, and talked about being woken up with a shotgun blast. I did not realize that 100,000 children were sent to Canada this way.
The Rev. Dr. Ed Hird
p.s. I am also a member of the Word Guild.
12:07 AM on November 16, 2013
I have a story that God wants me to tell. I dont know how o write, can you give steer me in the right direction? It's an amazing testimony. I prayed if God wanted me to share it and he definitly confirmed.
5:37 PM on September 2, 2013
you truly are a Blessing!
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