Founding Who I am
I did a search and found my birth mother Easter in April 2007 after doing a search and she was found after about 2 weeks. Who knew she had lived in Everett, WA while I was in Seattle. My birth father who is deceased was upset even bringing up anything about her so I never pursued it when I was younger. When I got married at 19, after I had my son. I wanted to know my medical history. I contacted the adoption agency and only got “non-identifying” information: my father was black, 21 and in the service. my mother was white and 19. I figured for a white woman pregnant in 1957, not married and the father was black was probably horrifying. She gave me up for adoption. She has told me that she doesn’t remember my father’s name. it sounded like a one night stand. I had sent off for some more information back in 2002 about my birth parents, and I read she was holded up with my father for only a few days in Spokane, WA. I’m sure they could not go out together anywhere. I met my birth mother, found I had 2 sisters and one brother (the brother died last year from cancer), met 2 nieces and their children. At the time, my sisters lived elsewhere. What I called my “Ophra moment”, I had lunch with my former supervisor in May of 2008. I had worked with her for 3 months in 2004 in a temp job with the county. We had become good friends and lunch together from time to time. she asked me what was I doing for Memorial Day, and i said I was going to visit my birth mother. You know the one I met a few year ago. I never showed her a picture. Why I told her my mother lived in Everett, I said it was a miracle. She said she had a aunt who lived in Everett. And I went on to say that you take the freeway to a certain exit, and she said her aunt lived off this exit. I went on to say that she lived off Popular street. She said her aunt lived off Popular street. Now, my words was stumbling because the conversation was becoming strange. i asked what was her aunt’s name and she said Doris. I told her my mother’s name was Doris. When i asked what was her last name, she said Cuneo. I said that’s my mother’s name. Tears came out of my eyes and hers. We could not eat. We had discovered after 4 years her father and my mother were brother and sisters. She was my first cousin. Now I couldn’t make that up if I wanted to. My sisters and mother were in shock. Now it would be nice to know who my father was even if he’s deceased now. he would be about 75, 76 now. how many black serviceman were passing through Spokane, WA around August of 1957 (when I think I was conceived). that is something i would like to know. But I don’t feel alone anymore and that I do have a family now outside my 3 children.