Quest for Natural Father.

Still no luck.

noreply@blogspirit.com (anne22) — Fri, 14 Apr 2006 19:46:12 +0200

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.

I read about...........

noreply@blogspirit.com (anne22) — Sun, 05 Mar 2006 19:54:34 +0100

Today, I read in one of the Sunday mags about a lady who "found" her natural mother. Her mother lives in the USA. Lucky lady, she has met her mother. I am pleased for her.
My father lived there too. I am going to ask now, if anyone who may read this Blog, lives in Pleasanton, California? I must tell you, my natural father DID not live there. Not to my knowledge anyway. Not far away though from what I can work out. Reading this lady's story has fired me up again. I want to talk to my half brother. I need answers. Suppose I will never get them though.

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The time in California.

noreply@blogspirit.com (anne22) — Sat, 04 Mar 2006 23:06:21 +0100

It's a wet Saturday night, it is 10pm in England. If I have converted it right, it is 2pm in California. Good time to ring my father's step-daughter isn't it?
How dare she presume that she has more right to the man than I do??? She had her share when she was younger, she knew my father. He liked her and she liked him. That's good. I have no problem with that. But if he was good to her, couldn't she be like him and show a little charity?

I get so angry at times, I only want a bit of him. Just a few of their memories. Not a lot to ask is it?

I am still in the part where I think I don't blame them for not getting back in touch.
My sister and I and other friends I have told, well we think that if the boot was on the other foot, we would be thrilled. We all agree that we would give the person a chance.
Never mind dear lady in California, you are safe, I ain't gonna ring.
Rot yer socks flower!