Editor’s Note: One factual error, discovered by the author’s older brother, (“Her own husband had fallen hostage to the demon drink”), has been removed. It was the brother of Kitty Walker, named James, who became addicted to alcohol, not the husband (also James) of the Elisabeth mentioned in this post. (Explained on page 90 of A Little Bit of Irish.) The greater part of this post is/was “true”.
I’m re-publishing this post, with modifications, from two years’ ago. My cousin and I are about to embark on a search for more in-depth information about her deceased mother’s early life. For this reason, I shall revert to real names in this post. We are hopeful of finding anyone who knew Kitty Walker’s daughter, and who can fill in the many gaps about her life in an orphanage in Sydney and beyond. Our next step will be to widen the search, utilising orphanage and ancestry sites and records contained within.
I’m lying in bed feeling sorry for myself when I receive the message. It’s ten days since I caught this virus from, guess who? my significant other. The first flu I’ve had for years and, guess what? It went straight to my newly 20/20 vision eyes… Just after having cataracts removed. Yes, nowhere else but there! Until today, when I felt nauseous and knew it wasn’t from “you know what”… Perhaps the tummy ache is a good sign, the last kick of the virus before it leaves for good…