My father was a door step baby. He was raised and I suppose adopted (if there was such a thing) by an African American family whose doorstep he was left. The story was told that he was a product of a Pawmunkey Native American woman who worked in the kitchen of the Harrison's. Harrison, that is as in Governor or Virginia, etc. As Dad so politely stated, Mr. Harrison got fresh with his mother...thus his birth. No matter how much I have searched, I can find no record of a George Harrison who was retired from the railroad and buried in North Carolina which was also where he was born. Nor can I find any information about his birth mother. His only records were that which were made up when he started school. And as far as I know, there are no others. From those records, he determined that he must have been born in 1910, but even this is uncertain. I attempted to find out more for him prior to his death last year, but to no avail. It is sad that there are cases where there is no identity, no beginning, no known ancestors.