darkie. We weren't any of those. Our Father was a widower and for 2 years he cared for us. One of the neighbours reported him to the Child Welfare and said that he couldn't work and look after us as well. One day the welfare people came to school and took my younger sister and I from school, put us on a train with an official and we ended up in a total hell hole of a religious institution. Apparently our Father was not told for a very long time what had happened to us. He looked for us for years. We were told that he had died. It was only when I left at 14 that I managed to find him. He died 2 months later. This happened in Australia to Australian children in the 1950's.