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Wow!!! I think you win!!! [emoji38]

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I’m adopted and have a half brother and sister that know nothing about me.

Thanks. It's probably the only competition I've ever won. So thanks Guys, and I guess, thanks Uncle Bill.

Years ago my mother gifted me a rifle, 22 cal Winchester model 1890. She that it was used to kill a man back in the early 20's that had raped a local woman. The man was a drifter and the town folk hunted him down and killed him.

The sis I grew up with and I were both adopted. I started a search after my daughter was born. Found my birthmother and a brother and sister after about a year and a half. This was over 30 years ago. Great addition to my family and I'm blessed to know them. My Bio Mom was always quiet about her relationship with my birthfather. Her best friend of 70 or so years pulled me aside last year and we had a long talk. Turns out she introduced them and they were married. His folks worked hard to break it up and they succeeded. He committed suicide later the same year I was born. I have also met surviving members of his family. I hadn't known this whole time that they were married.

My sister recently found a bunch of her bio family tree. Our folks had always told us about our history, to the extent they knew it. There was a story about her birth father being a football player. Turns out they were right. He was the kicker/punter on an LSU national championship team and pro bowler in the NFL with a 12+ year career.

The closest I can come is my dad's dad, my grandpa was just a nice grandpa to my brother and I. He and grandma were married for over 50 years. She must have put up with some reap BS.

Anyway I found out from a great aunt that grandpa was a real hard drinker and got into a lot of fights at bars. He got the nickname Red as he face got real red when he was really mad, or in really hot weather. He had several bootleggers phone number memorized and at home call on and have whatever bottle of booze he wanted delivered in 5 minutes. Better than any Pizza delivery place.

A great grandfather was committed to a mental institution. I don't know the circumstances but it might even have been a dodge for something worse. Or just maybe hard times with a vacation timeout for the family. The standards for such might have been higher or lower than todays. IDK.

On the other side of the family, story goes they immigrated to America to escape Kaiser Wilhelm's army. As related to me.

My mother’s side of the family has been here since before the revolutionary war. But from the 1770s-1880s, they lived in Canada, eventually ending up in Michigan. Why the gap? Because they were loyalists to the crown, and were run out of town under threat of death.

i am the secret. my birth mother took the secret to her grave.

My dad's brother. He quit working in his 40s and lived a frugal life. Dressed kind of bummy and drove a crummy car. He talked of cmpd interest and creating a "money rocket" in the stock market. Yeah, yeah, sure. He died a few years ago, living his last years in a nursing home. Lo and behold, he'd hit it big time in the stock market and was worth millions.

I've heard that when my grandfather was a kid, he was riding with his dad. There was some argument with another guy and the two guys wandered off into a corn field and only one came back.

I also heard that my grandmother or g-grandmother shot a man once (justified, but I don't remember anything more).

You do know this particular forum is accessible to a regular google search, right?

http://forums.pelicanparts.com/uploa...1738795626.png

Being an adoptee is, for me, a weird mental state. All the members of the families I was adopted into as an infant were kind and accepting...no complaints there. But I stood out looks wise. Blond, blue eyes in two families of brown hair & eyes. Never had a feeling of totally belonging, with a nagging thought of knowing I was somebody's throwaway.

I've had talks with other adoptees who have felt the same way. Don't read this wrong..I'll always care about my adopted family, and I loved my "real" parents, those who raised me...perhaps even more than a birth child could. After all, they showed the real love of taking on a responsibility that others didn't want to. But..those feelings are there.

(edit) Anyway, I know of no secrets in my adopted family...but it doesn't take much to imagine that my genetic family has some.

Creaturecat..if you have those same feelings, be assured you're not alone.

I'm guessing that LWJ's "great grandfather" has been dead for quite some time, so I don't think there's any danger of the Feds coming to incarcerate him. I feel like I'm fairly young for this board, and I think my last great grandfather died in 1972 while my last great grandmother died in 1996 at the age of 92. Even if LWJ is 10-15 years younger than me, odds are good that he hasn't ratted anyone out.

More bout the comment none of his family come here so won’t see it.
That. Ain’t. So…

It ain’t so for anyone else posting in here too.

Ok, so I just thought about this one, but it doesn’t compare to you guys.

Growing up, we always visited our grandparents in Tallasee, Alabama. We had to cross a big bridge, that backed up to a that backed up to a big a big dam and my mom mentioned an aunt or cousin jumped off the bridge, onto the rocks below. I’m thinking it was several hundred feet high. It always scared the **** out of me.

Dude, that's a country song right there.

"The Night The Lights Went Out In Slidell"! :cool: