Quest for Natural Father.

My sincere apologies to the gent in the USA who I left a message for on his answering machine last night. I got the wrong man! It wasn't my half brother. Whoops. So, Anne from England, says sorry!

Back to square one then. Ahh, well.

Found a phone number for the chap I think is my half-brother the other day. The old number won't work. Just get a message saying that I may have the weong number, (which I haven't.) or the phone has been disconnected.

Found the new number as it seems he has moved. Rang last night, answer machine. I hate those things. Will try again and let you know if it's the same fella and how I get on. So up to now, my search continues. 

This is goodbye. Sorry to have to give this Blog up! I cannot, for the life of me, where to go next for help.

I do wish and hope that anyone reading this has better luck than I have had.

I have been so near and now am so far. The day I rang my half brother was good, I was so scared though, knees trembling and heart beating very hard.

He said he would write. I looked forward to it very much, but nothing. I am not looking for sympathy, I accept it's a waste of time carrying on. At least I have a picture of my natural father, that is something I suppose.

My dad, he adopted me when he married my mum, well, he was great. Never knew as I once said, he wasn't my real dad. Treated my sister, his real daughter, and me alike.

I also said once, I could name names, but what would that achieve? Nothing at all. Some of the names are very unusual and could be recognised easily. My photos could help.

No, I will give in gracefully.

But once again, good luck to anyone trying to find their special "someone." Hope all works out for you. Maybe, you will be one of the lucky ones, I sincerely hope so.

Love from Anne.

If you are looking for your birth mother or father, the Internet could be your friend. There are a few free search sites out there! Mums, looking for their adopted children also brothers and sisters that have found out that they have siblings they had never known about. You can pop your name in and see if anyone is looking for YOU.

Getting information from aunts and uncles could be useful. Maybe, more so now as things aren’t as “hidden” as they once were.

As I have mentioned before, these messages can be heartbreaking. All we want is answers, so why can’t we get them????? I will look for some good and free sites and publish them on here. You never know, it could help.

I would like to say, even if you do find someone, this does not necessarily mean a happy ending I am so sorry to say. 

11 am......... 11/11/2005.

Not written in my Blog for a day or so. Been out at work and “helping” with the decorating of hall, landing and stairs!

I am still no further getting answers from my “father’s” family. I don’t know what to do about it either. I seem to have come to a full stop. I really don’t know what to do next! I know “father’s name, I know his wife’s name, I know my “grandparents names too. I am lucky with that. I have information on where “father” was stationed over here. I know where he lived in Canada and the USA. I have his obituary thanks to an e-mail friend.
So I know when he died and how he died. I have a photo of him too. My friends say there is a definite likeness. Also, my younger son has a look of him as well. That means I have more information than some poor souls out there.

I am finding that by writing this, I am coming to terms with not being able to get in touch with my “Father’s” family.

They know who they are and their family history, so why can’t I?

Hello again.
I notice that I have had a few visitors today. I wonder if you too, are searching for a natural parent? I have looked through "Missing Persons" sites and I could cry. People looking for the mother they never knew. Wanting to know about their fathers', so sad.
I actually "found" mine. Ok, he died in the '70's. He was a Canadian, but he died in the USA.
But out there, I have a half brother. I will not name anyone here. I have spoken to my half-brother, sounded a lovely man. Told me a bit about his/my "father". But due to me telling his step-sister that I thought "Father" knew about me, nothing since!
I live in England so it's not as though I could just turn up on their doorsteps is it? This lady (step-daughter of "father") will NOT speak to me now. (Hope you are following this!!!!) Have tried ringing her.
Her e-mail address has changed too. lol I just wonder why????

I miss a man I'll never know,
Died in a place, I'll never go.
All my life I'll feel quite sad,
As I believe, he was my dad.

There are people out there, who knew him well,
His family, with tales to tell,
What kind of man he used to be,
I wonder if he knew of me.

My childhood dad was good and kind,
So why, the need to look behind?
But it's still with me, night and day,
Will it ever go away?

Yesteryear is far away,
I should only live life for today.
So if I'm brave, maybe I'll find,
The memory will fade, from my mind.
Written on the 25th September. 2005.

Fatherless.
During the 2nd world war, the Americans joined in, so did the Canadians. Of course other countries too.
I am not interested in the politics, or whether these countries should have joined Great Britain sooner!
My main concern is the legacies that the lads left behind.
Babies!
Some were known about by their fathers, some weren’t. Some of the fathers would have been killed. There would have been grandparents that never knew they had grandchildren here. It’s too late now for them.
I am one of these children. I am lucky I suppose, I am almost sure that I have found out who my natural father was.
My mum was in the WAAF during the war. I remember her saying that what good times they all had. She said if it wasn’t for people fighting and getting killed, it would have been the best time of her life!
Then, as she always used to say, “Only the good girls get caught.” And she did. She got caught….with me.
Many a wartime baby would be given up for adoption. I suppose some of the reasons were lack of money, shame. It wasn’t “done” to have children out of wedlock, sinful, shameful and unrespectable.
The mothers that kept their babies were brave.
The ones who had to give up their babies for adoption, were brave too.
The mothers' grieving over their lost war babies are now getting less. Many of the mums' will never have told anyone about their secret. Many a family may have half brothers and sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, their grandparents will have died.
These "babies" are now in their sixties, some maybe younger, the truth is harder to get. I do realise that the same things are happening today. But the shame isn't there as much as it was.

Welcome! A very warm welcome to everyone. Especially those, who like me, don't know their birth fathers and wish they did. I found out that "dad" wasn't my natural father just after my mum died. Mum had tried to talk to me about it, I was 14. Thought I knew everything. Wrong! I didn't. In 1944 when I was born, it was shameful to be an unwed mother. There would have been a lot about. Life could have been short and would have had to be lived to the full. I expect there were thousands of us. Some unluckily will have never know either parent as they were given up for adoption. This is my story!