The last couple of days, the final piece in the jigsaw that saw the artificial birth on one Murray Roy Legro fell into place. it is now time to put all that has happened into some form of perspective and, yes maybe to cast judgement upon those who raised me.
I have always stated my adoptive parents were good honest folk who were typical low income hard working, honest folk with my mother being religious. My father worked as a farmhand on the farm he was born on and apart from a weeks away from the place literally died there. I say that because in his minds eye before passing he saw his mother in the paddocks of Tullochgorum. He was a kindly soul and, so was my mother although she definitely know how not the spoil the child and was quite accomplished with the rod so to speak. it was from this background that my ethics and respect for honesty evolved and made me into the person i am today. I am however very much aware of the genetic effects my true parents have also had upon what i am today.
So how then can one reconcile that background with these basics facts now known to me;
a. I was unaware of my adoption until over a year after my father had passed.
b. When informing my mother about 4 years after becoming aware, she continued the lie that she was told my true mother had died. After seeing the Single mothers home where i was born it would have been obvious that she was still alive.
c. It would appear that my mothers was the patient of a famous female doctor in Launceston, and this person was most prominent in the promoting of adoption.
d. The rules governing adoption in Tasmania at the time I was born gave the upper age limit for a male adopter to be 50 years of age. my father was 52 nearly 53.
e. There was a shortage of babies for adoption at that period so how did my father get past their rules.
Whilst all this is anecdotal it has become very apparent that rules were bent at a time when there was a shortage and the only viable way to grease wheels then as today is by the payment of coffee money (under the counter payments). A month before i was born we had the Member for Hoddle arise in the federal parliament advising he knew of doctors selling babies, Was there as link between my mother and her doctors. Did the Salvation Army charge a hefty processing fee. We know they got paid extra for keeping my mother there for the six weeks prior to my removal from her arms.
I can only assume that some dishonest means were used to procure me . To reconcile these differing pictures is still, a work in progress. Even though I knew we never bonded I also know they loved me.. It is hard to understand what drove these honest hardworking Australians to bend the law . Perhaps one day i will be able to reconcile these two very different pictures of Allan Roy and Ida Millicent May Legro