My earliest recollections are of being with lots of other young children in a play yard. Boys or girls, we were all dressed the same in simple white cotton underwear. I remember the swings and slides, mostly white also, and white picket fences. I further remember visiting a man’s office. There were Cheez-its in a large glass jar on his desk, and I was offered some. He then introduced me to other adults in the room, and told me that these were my "parents" and I was going home with them. Sometime later, I remember my “mother” coaching me that we were going to see a judge, and that I was to tell him that I wanted to go home with my “mommy and daddy”. It would be years later before I came to realize that I had been adopted out of an orphanage.
These recollections are crystal-clear in my mind, but neither my mother nor father ever admitted to me that I was adopted. When I was older, I asked my aunt and uncle (my mother’s brother) about my concerns. My uncle said that his sister never bore a child. He and my aunt knew about the adoption and showed me the orphanage in
Both of my parents are now deceased, but I would really like to know if my real parents are possibly still alive. All I have to go on is my birth certificate, but the fact that my father was a doctor and my mother was a nurse make the document suspect. Also, the fact that my birth certificate was filed three years after I was born also bears suspicion.
Did you have a baby boy on February 23, 1944, in Warrensburg, Mo.? Did you give that baby up to adoption to a Kansas City orphanage? Are you my real mother or father? Are you my real brother or sister? Do you know anything or anyone that might be able to help me? Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to meet my true blood before I die.