YEL 103: Sliding Doors moments

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  • February 19, 2020
Sliding Doors moments

My mum is one of 15 children, the 11th in line. The product of a “good Catholic family”, I owe my life to a woman I never met: the mother of the first ten children. Anne Seymour grew up near my grandfather, Harry Anderson, and the two fell in love, got married and had ten children. When Anne gave birth to their tenth child – my auntie Christine – she haemorrhaged and died. By all reports Anne knew she would die before having my auntie Christine. “Harry told me that just before she died, Anne said to him, ‘Who’s going to look after my darling children?’ And he said, ‘Don’t worry darling. I’ll make sure they’re looked after.’” 💔💔💔These are the words of my Nana, Norma Anderson (1918-2012). Norma and Harry met in the most peculiar of circumstances. “Our courtship was certainly different to the normal courtship,” Nana laughed when I recorded her life memoirs in 2006. “I was leaving St Vincent’s Hospital (where she was a nurse) to go for a holiday to see my sister Rose. Sister Mary Fabien (who ran the hospital) rang me and said would I do her a favour – come and meet this gentleman who’s wife died and left him with ten children? The two eldest girls were at boarding school at Genazzano and they wanted new underwear. Mr Anderson didn’t want to go buy underwear, as he had not done that before. So I went and met Mr Anderson and we had a cup of tea with Sister Mary Fabien and she said, ‘I’ll leave you and Mr Anderson to arrange for you to go shopping.’ I never did that shopping and I never went to visit my sister Rose. Harry didn’t want me to go away.”Four months later my Nana and Pa were married. Nana went on to have five children, the first of them my Mother Darling, Clare. Such is the brutal nature of existence, that those five children and their combined 19 children and their children all in some way owe their life to Annie’s death. My Nana’s life purpose would not have materialised had it not been for Annie haemorrhaging. Resources mentioned – @deepakchopra raised this topic with @linda_sivertsen on Beautiful Writers podcast. Create Your Exceptional Life in Byron Bay – May 16 and 17 – all info at www.marcuspearce.com.au/byronbay

Posted by Marcus Pearce on Monday, 17 February 2020

My mum is one of 15 children, the 11th in line. The product of a “good Catholic family”, I owe my life to a woman I never met: the mother of the first ten children.

Anne Seymour grew up near my grandfather, Harry Anderson, and the two fell in love, got married and had ten children. When Anne gave birth to their tenth child – my auntie Christine – she haemorrhaged and died. By all reports Anne knew she would die before having my auntie Christine. “Harry told me that just before she died, Anne said to him, ‘Who’s going to look after my darling children?’ And he said, ‘Don’t worry darling. I’ll make sure they’re looked after.’” 💔💔💔

These are the words of my Nana, Norma Anderson (1918-2012). Norma and Harry met in the most peculiar of circumstances. “Our courtship was certainly different to the normal courtship,” Nana laughed when I recorded her life memoirs in 2006. “I was leaving St Vincent’s Hospital (where she was a nurse) to go for a holiday to see my sister Rose. Sister Mary Fabien (who ran the hospital) rang me and said would I do her a favour – come and meet this gentleman who’s wife died and left him with ten children? The two eldest girls were at boarding school at Genazzano and they wanted new underwear. Mr Anderson didn’t want to go buy underwear, as he had not done that before. So I went and met Mr Anderson and we had a cup of tea with Sister Mary Fabien and she said, ‘I’ll leave you and Mr Anderson to arrange for you to go shopping.’ I never did that shopping and I never went to visit my sister Rose. Harry didn’t want me to go away.”

Four months later my Nana and Pa were married. Nana went on to have five children, the first of them my Mother Darling, Clare. Such is the brutal nature of existence, that those five children and their combined 19 children and their children all in some way owe their life to Annie’s death. My Nana’s life purpose would not have materialised had it not been for Annie haemorrhaging.

Resources mentioned –

@deepakchopra raised this topic with @linda_sivertsen on Beautiful Writers podcast.

Create Your Exceptional Life in Byron Bay – May 16 and 17 – all info at www.marcuspearce.com.au/byronbay

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