I own a framed copy of the above poem. It doesn’t look like that version but the sentiment is the same. I’ve known I was adopted since I was old enough to understand. There wasn’t much information, barely enough to fuel an active imagination.
By the time I hit 50, I’d weathered several odd illnesses. Though I enjoyed the bliss of ignorance, there was part of me that wished I knew what might be in store for me. I’ve never been able to answer the family history portion of any medical office paperwork. Actually, that’s a good thing.
Research is something I enjoy. And thus it began almost 15 years ago. I was able to discover my ancestry. I’ve met quite a few cousins from my maternal side as they live in New England which is close to where I live.
The paternal line of my biological family was challenging to discover, for a few reasons I won’t discuss now. Suffice it to say they are based in an opposite direction from New England. My love of the film North by Northwest inspired me to want to try the sleeper car train experience. Many of my cousins live in the Spokane area. I’m retired and have time. I’m en route.
There will be more…
Please don’t assume I’m dissatisfied with my upbringing. Far from it. I was adopted by people who wanted a child. I was afforded many opportunities. But I was always curious if there were people out there who were like me.
Stories Are For Eternity 