My life has been an array of emotion. From my fortunate beginning to my
current condition. Can-Can dancing. It's my life. A diamond dog if you
will. Created by Harold Zidler. I hadn't always lived this life. Far from
it in fact. Here's my story.
Bridget's Story
My Grandfather, Liam Sullivan, came from Ireland to England in search of work. He brought along his young family, his wife, Abigal, son Frank, and daughter Alanna. They were also going to escape the famine. Unlike most, he found work in a coalyard in the coal capital, Newcastle. He worked his way up and became the co-owner. His coalyard was the reason my parents met. My father owned a merchant fleet in Newcastle upon Tyne. He owned quite afew fleets that sailed the North sea for foreign trade. My mother, Alanna, worked in her father's filing room in the coalyard. My father, Tobin Cummings, came in to fill out a shipment of coal for his fleets that were leaving that day. As they say, the rest is history. He saw my mother with "eyes so piercing blue, that they made the water look bleak." Nine months later, I was born, and they were married. We lived prodominately well. Trade was booming and we were all content in our house in the Lake District, boasted the "Best Area in all of Britian." It was about twenty minutes from my father's docks, so he was gone alot of the time. When i was eight, my mother became pregnant. Three days after it was born it died. It had been a boy. His name was Liam, for my grandfather. My mother named us good, Irish names. Mine meant strength. And she constantly said she needed it while i was little. After the death, my mother sunk into a depression. She barely left her rooom and when she did it was for dinner, or for a lonely walk through the garden, reguardless if father or i went with her. A year went by. My father, always trying to please her, came up with the idea of visiting his friend, Pierre Troussent, who owned a vineyard outside Paris. The Troussents lived on 200 acres of land. They grew grapes for wine. And had a good business. I was excited that we were going to board a ferry, not a trade boat of my father's that i went frequently on, but a real ferry to a foreign country! And to Paris! I was nine, and I thought life couldn't get any better.
Bridget's Story
My Grandfather, Liam Sullivan, came from Ireland to England in search of work. He brought along his young family, his wife, Abigal, son Frank, and daughter Alanna. They were also going to escape the famine. Unlike most, he found work in a coalyard in the coal capital, Newcastle. He worked his way up and became the co-owner. His coalyard was the reason my parents met. My father owned a merchant fleet in Newcastle upon Tyne. He owned quite afew fleets that sailed the North sea for foreign trade. My mother, Alanna, worked in her father's filing room in the coalyard. My father, Tobin Cummings, came in to fill out a shipment of coal for his fleets that were leaving that day. As they say, the rest is history. He saw my mother with "eyes so piercing blue, that they made the water look bleak." Nine months later, I was born, and they were married. We lived prodominately well. Trade was booming and we were all content in our house in the Lake District, boasted the "Best Area in all of Britian." It was about twenty minutes from my father's docks, so he was gone alot of the time. When i was eight, my mother became pregnant. Three days after it was born it died. It had been a boy. His name was Liam, for my grandfather. My mother named us good, Irish names. Mine meant strength. And she constantly said she needed it while i was little. After the death, my mother sunk into a depression. She barely left her rooom and when she did it was for dinner, or for a lonely walk through the garden, reguardless if father or i went with her. A year went by. My father, always trying to please her, came up with the idea of visiting his friend, Pierre Troussent, who owned a vineyard outside Paris. The Troussents lived on 200 acres of land. They grew grapes for wine. And had a good business. I was excited that we were going to board a ferry, not a trade boat of my father's that i went frequently on, but a real ferry to a foreign country! And to Paris! I was nine, and I thought life couldn't get any better.