Gab's Roots Story

Gab has aced my two roots stories below. Hers goes:

For many years, she worked with a "Roots" Detective Agency in Sydney, Australia, as a researcher for a company that charged high fees for tracking down clients' roots. Usually, it was very hard work with many hours, even days, going through government files, and usually she definitely earned her pay.

However, whenever she saw a hint of Australian Aboriginal in a client's face, or a lack of calf muscle (Aboriginal people simply cannot develop calf muscles. They mustn't have the gene for it or something.), it was an entirely different story.

In those cases, she would simply phone any Aboriginal woman anywhere, anyplace, although most usually the first person answering the phone in any Aboriginal Aid organisation, and give them the client's name and place and date of birth. "Oh yes, her." they'd always say. "That one's mother is (let's make this up) that woman Lesley who works in the Watson's pharmacy on the main street in Lismore."

Gab would then simply ring Lesley at Watson's pharmacy on the main street in Lismore and ask. "Oh yes, she's mine. I'd love her to get in touch." was always the reply.

After that, for Gab., it was simply a matter of sticking her feet up on the desk and reading a novel for several days, killing time to make the whole thing seem harder than it was, so everyone would think Gab. had actually done something.

I've noticed this as well, that one thing you can always count on with middle-aged Australian Aboriginal women is that they ALWAYS keep track of their own.