As most of my friends (and family) know, I was adopted in Augusta, GA on August 3rd, 1962. I was 3 days old when my folks got me, and from later stories, I learned my Father did not want me to know I was adopted, so he took my birth certificate to court and had the word ‘Foster’ stricken from it. My Mom however, had other ideas and told me I was adopted when I was around 7 years old I think. She also gave me a book called ‘The Chosen Baby’ which I read many times and have since lost.
My (Foster) Mom had noted the nurses in the Maternity Ward, referred to me as ‘Baby Roof.’ My (Foster) Mom, being the inquisitive woman she was, moseyed around the Maternity Ward looking for the name ‘Roof’ on any of the doors. She did indeed find one, and said when she opened the door, there was a young woman (between 14-18), who had very white skin, and bright red hair. My (Foster) Mom wanted an idea of what I’d look like when I grew up. Well as y’all know, my skin is very Olive colored, have dark eyes, and my hair was black, at one time.
Every year when my birthday would roll around, my (Foster) Mom would say “I bet your mother thinks about you today.” …and I’d say maybe, but do you really think so? She always said as a woman, she’d never forget having a baby and never seeing it. She encouraged me over the years to find my biological mother, but I never had much interest in doing so. My (Foster) Parents were my parents, period.
I decided to satisfy my (Foster) Mom’s suggestion, and tried a couple of times over the years to find out any information on my biological mom. In my Senior year in High School (1981), I wrote the Doctor who delivered me, and gave him info my (Foster) Mom had put into my baby book. I got a response saying how amazed they were that I had the information that I did have, but that they don’t keep the records, the hospital did. Well that simple attempt satisfied me, and I dropped the subject from my active thoughts for the time.
9 years later, when i was a Senior at Florida State University (1990), I again got an urge to write a letter, and this time it was to the Augusta Memorial Hospital (where I was born). I did eventually get a response from the hospital telling me that the hospital had burned to the ground in 1968 and they had no record of my birth. I suddenly started feeling alien having no birth records anymore!
Here it is 2015, I’m 53 years old, and again have a slight taste of curiosity in my mind. Having thought about it over the many years of my past, I’ve thought that there is one more place I can check about my adoption, and that is the County of Richmond, GA. I was adopted through the county agency and I’m sure there would be records there somewhere. I do however still consider my (Foster) Parents, my only parents and really don’t have much urge to know who my biological mother was; though with all the medical issues I’ve had over the years, family medical history was/has been a concern.
My main interest now is to know my heritage, NOT who my folks were; I know who they were, they loved me, raised me well, took care of me, and I couldn’t have asked for better parents. I know their family history too, being “Normans”, I know they trace back to the Vikings. I am however of a different blood, and am fascinated as to where my roots may lie. I’ve looked around on line and the costs of DNA testing vary from about $120 and up. Being 53 years old now, and knowing I won’t live forever, I’d like to find out in the near future, so I can have that info to chew on and ponder.
Both of my (Foster) parents have passed this World now, Mom in 08/1999 (aged 74), and Dad in 12/2002 (aged 81), and I still miss them, love them more than ever, and know they’re with me always. I am however still curious about my heritage and many friends over the years have made guesses at it; They’ve guessed Italian, Greek, Puerto Rican, and even Black. I do hope to satisfy my curiosity someday soon.
I’m on long term disability and my income isn’t enough to pay for something like this, but I still dream of having a DNA test done, both on my Maternal and Paternal sides. I should do a ‘go fund me’ project. 🙂