Generations Stolen: Connie Cole

Excerpts from Connie’s unpublished autobiographical manuscript, Motherless ChildPage 5The day the Police arrived at Adder, Dad and the men were out mustering the cattle’s, it was quite a while since they had last brought the cattle’s into the yard for branding. Only my Mother, Granny, my Brother and myself were home. As we looked a cloud of dust appeared in the far distance, thinking it was a “whirlwind we do have occasional ones”, but it wasn’t to be, instead it was the Police coming to get my Brother and myself. He pulled up at the homestead and asked if Dad was home, Mum told him Dad had gone mustering, so he grabbed my Brother and me by the wrist, my Brother tried to pull away, he had a firm grip on him, the Police then walked towards the car, holding us with a firm grip, Mother begged the Police not to take us away from her, she even got down on her knees begging and begging but in vain, the Police pushed us into the car and drove off, when I turned to look, there was my Mother still down on her knees, the scene that I saw broke my heart as though somebody has pierced my heart with a sharp knife, Mother down on her knees and Granny frail old woman put her arms around her Daughter trying to comfort her both crying, tears streaking down my cheeks as we drove away, and that scene has remained with me as I was growing up, it was the last time I’ve seen them and they were never to be seen again.Connie passed away in December 2015.
Connie Cole

Excerpts from Connie’s unpublished autobiographical manuscript, Motherless Child 

Page 5 

The day the Police arrived at Adder, Dad and the men were out mustering the cattle’s, it was quite a while since they had last brought the cattle’s into the yard for branding. Only my Mother, Granny, my Brother and myself were home. As we looked a cloud of dust appeared in the far distance, thinking it was a “whirlwind we do have occasional ones”, but it wasn’t to be, instead it was the Police coming to get my Brother and myself. He pulled up at the homestead and asked if Dad was home, Mum told him Dad had gone mustering, so he grabbed my Brother and me by the wrist, my Brother tried to pull away, he had a firm grip on him, the Police then walked towards the car, holding us with a firm grip, Mother begged the Police not to take us away from her, she even got down on her knees begging and begging but in vain, the Police pushed us into the car and drove off, when I turned to look, there was my Mother still down on her knees, the scene that I saw broke my heart as though somebody has pierced my heart with a sharp knife, Mother down on her knees and Granny frail old woman put her arms around her Daughter trying to comfort her both crying, tears streaking down my cheeks as we drove away, and that scene has remained with me as I was growing up, it was the last time I’ve seen them and they were never to be seen again. 

Connie passed away in December 2015.