We’re going through boxes of photographs, in preparing for Dad’s memorial service. We started doing it the other day and rushed through it, because we were finding it hard. We did put aside a pile of photographs that have since inadvertently been placed back into the pile of boxes, so I’m going through them again, more slowly. Very slowly. It’s hard to stop being the historian!
I was interested by this leaflet, issued by the Father and Son Welfare Movement. It starts off in the mother’s voice, but seems to become very abstract and third-person by the end. “The opening in front of my body” seems an odd place to be born from: no wonder some children thought they came from their mother’s belly button! It was presumably a different place from “your private part” (singular). It reads as if this little letter was designed to be left somewhere to be discovered by the young daughter.
I’m mystified to know why and by whom this leaflet was kept. It was in an old case of photos and documents belonging to my parents, but everything in it predates their wedding (and my birth as their daughter). Curiouser and curiouser.
The Resident Judge of Port Phillip 
What a gem! Is it possible it was given to your mother when she was a teenager and she kept it?
Do let me know where and when the memorial service is going to be, please Lisa x
The strange thing was that Mum was orphaned at eight and brought up by her sisters, so the ‘Mother’ in the pamphlet didn’t exist for her.
Ah. Maybe one of them?