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The 60s Scoop was a Canadian government program implemented to enhance the lives of the First Nations children. The Social Services policy of going into First Nation communities and splitting up families by taking the children outside of their tribal communities created a ripple effect that continues today in the lives of those affected. Some children had positive childhoods, while many, like me, had lives that were splintered and twisted by the adults given charge over us.
I started this blog to educate and share my journey about what happened to me as a unwilling participant of the 60s/70s Scoop. In it, I hope my children will understand what happened to the dissolution of their biological family, as well as to reach out to others like me, who are still struggling to reclaim their past, themselves, their families and to hopefully, get a sense that they are not alone in this journey.

 
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The Long Freeze

We're all dealing with COVID in some way. The latest I heard was any form of normalcy won't happen until the winter of 2021. Depending on...

Catching My Breath

It's been a little over a year since I wrote my last blog post. You might think a year is a long time but not when you're trying to catch...

Burning Bridges

I've been thinking a lot about "burning bridges". Collins Dictionary phrases the meaning like this: “If you burn your bridges, you do...

Memories are Powerful

I just heard these words from a movie, "You can't miss what you never had". They triggered memories of what I did have. Memories that...

A Calm and Clear Ocean

I recently connected with another relative who is a 60s Scoop Survivor and unfortunately, their story is similar to many other Survivors...

Long Absence

I hope this note finds all of you doing great. Or if not, there is always another day to begin anew. I've been gone so long from this...

Not All Valleys Are Beautiful

I'm overdue for a blog post. I've been focused on health issues of someone so very dear to me. So please forgive me for my tardiness. As...

Re-attaching the Pieces

I believe I have remembered large portions of my childhood because I possess a good memory but also because there were so many people,...

Albert & Margaret

Thankfully, I was born with a great memory. I believe that those memories helped me when I was stolen during the 60s Scoop and moved into...

The Refuge

For the first five years of my life, I lived with my biological family. Then from 1975-1979, I lived at the Maples, it was the children's...

Such High Hopes...

I flew from Winnipeg, Manitoba and arrived in the evening at the Harrisburg Airport in the State of Pennsylvania on May 10th, 1979. On...

Children Grow Up so Be Aware

I was nine years old when I was adopted by a second white family. (The first white family had me long enough to give me a poodle haircut...

Beaten Down but Not Forever

I haven’t added to the blog since over a week ago. I do plan on adding new posts every week. My excuse for last week was I was under the...

To Take a Child Away

"This is what happens inside children when they are forcibly separated from their parents. Their heart rate goes up. Their body releases...

What is the 60s Scoop?

The term "60s Scoop" was coined by a researcher, Patrick Johnson, who wrote an essay in 1983 on Aboriginal Child Welfare for the Canadian...

The Ever Expanding Universe

A huge part of finding my way home is reconnecting with biological family members. In my heart, I never let go of the ones I met before I...

Hello - An Introduction

This is a brand new blog and I figured the best way to start a blog is to introduce myself. I identify as a mother of two grown children,...

 

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