'"I live at the end of a gravel road at the top of a valley consumed by bush. My husband is here, and my three girls. But the bush swallows them up like the road." I wrote those words at the kitchen table in 1983. A letter to the mother I'd never met. But how do you convey your life in a few sentences when almost every memory is missing?' Barbara Sumner grew up in a family filled with secrets and lies. At twenty-three she decided she had to find her mother. Remarkable, moving, beautifully written, Tree of Strangers is a ripping account of a search for identity in a country governed by adoption laws that deny the rights of the adopted person.
I loved this book. I can hear you asking now, “Hey Mrs B, what’s to love about forced adoption?” We all know the answer is there’s nothing to love about that. What I loved is the way Barbara spoke her truth and explained her life in terms I could understand.
In this modern world how is it acceptable to take children away from the arms that should be holding them?