Quest for Natural Father.

Still no luck! Well, what did I expect? I know what I hoped would happen, but nothing.
Here, it is 18:37, where my half brother lives or lived, it is only about 10 am, maybe a bit later now.

What I would love to do and I may have said this before, is, publish photos, name, names. Tell you about places where these people live.

I have even thought, if I could get in touch, I would pay for DNA testing. Just a clump of hair might do. I would have to ask permission first of course. No sense in someone grabbing a bit of half brother's hair for me is there? Could get sued.
No mother or father left to help out. I only wish there was. Why, oh why did I think I knew everything when my mum told me that I was born out of wedlock? She would have told me everything if I had asked. She was a brave lady, lots of ladies that kept their babies in the 1940's were. Lots of 60+ people out there will never know their roots. Such a shame.

HAPPY 2006 to all.

Go on, make my day brighter. Please tell me someone, somewhere got in touch with their families. Please!

Another year is going by, I am still getting nowhere at all. Everyone say Ahhh, shame. lol Ok, no need really, this is my problem, not yours is it? Just unfortunate that you are reading it! Maybe you hoped it would help you find your natural parent. Sorry, it won't do. Maybe the Ads would help you.

All I can do is hope. Where would we all be without hope? I dunno.

Well, I rang the number last night, nothing.
Man said I must have the wrong number. (I wonder.) If I didn't, all I can say, is, they don't want to know. So, neither do I, but I do, Very much. Ahhh well, what the heck?
I could be big-headed and say, it's their loss. But I am the loser!
It hurts doesn't it?

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.

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!