For if Dreams die
Life is a broken winged bird…
That cannot fly.
Let me tell you a little about my journey so far…
I come from Dublin – and my heart is green without a doubt. You know the old saying… ‘You can take the child out of Ireland – but you can never take Ireland out of the child’ that’s me and very proud of it. I sometimes spell my name Barbragh instead of Barbara.
The reason I left at the age of sixteen was because I came from an extremely dysfunctional family – which in later years became even more toxic – so the emotional intelligence kicked in at a very early age at around 7 years of age when I planned on leaving the family I was born into. I dreamed of living in England and to marry a well educated respectable man – who would not feel ashamed to push a baby in a pram… something that back in the sixties no man would be seen dead doing… in Dublin anyway. I never ran away from Ireland…just the family.
My plan was also to also live in Switzerland and Canada… what makes you think I like the snow!
I worked as a Nanny in Toronto Canada but prior to this I worked in Switzerland as a barmaid cum disc jockey for a winter season in Leysin… Wow! Now there’s a story all by itself. You see the young man who I fell in love with – and still hold very fond memories of today is Alex. I did not know who he was. We worked in the bar at nights together and skied during the day. He kept his identity from me – hoping I would love him for himself and not because his father was the Lord Mayor of Bern. He became the successful lawyer which was always his dream to follow in his father’s footsteps and now he too is the Mayor of Berne – Capital of Switzerland.
Coming from a family of eight the ‘flight factor’ kicked in pretty early as a means of survival and here began my real journey. – See more at: http://www.mybabylog.co.uk/mybabylog/blog-and-news/?start=20#sthash.8Quh60sJ.dpuf