Reflections

This consists of small handwritten notes by Dolores Maureen Pierson gathered here to ensure that her despair would not disappear in the mist of time. Written in occasional moments of despair, when the nightmares that had been her childhood would come back and haunt her in spite of her usual bubbly personality. This author thought throughout her life about little 'Dolores', and to paraphrase her: "A little tot, raped and murdered by Pierre Pierson, whose place of birth and name was given to me, another child (two years younger), substituted in her stead-as if, I, Helen, no longer existed." "This was accomplished in order to, both, hide this awful crime, and free my birth mother, Annette Cronk, so she could continue to party, 'live her life' as she was fond of saying, and pretend until the day she died, that I did not exist (although she gave birth to two other daughters), with the complicity of her older sister-my fake mother, who contrive that I would never meet anybody in my family and I never did."