It all began on a warm day in Las Vegas, Nevada. It was June 3, 1949. It was after World War II and the "baby boomers" were being born. Yes, that's the day that I was born.
My birth parents were married. My father was in the Air Force and my mother was a housewife. I guess it was a hard life, moving from place to place. When my father was out of town, my mother would leave me at friend's houses and not come back for me for days. She was an alcoholic and was not a stable woman. My father would come home and have to search everywhere just to find me. Thus, I ended up in a foster home in Sacramento, California.
I remember so many things from when I was just a little girl. The foster home wouldn't let me drink after 3 in the afternoon because I might 'wet' the bed. There was this neighbor, Mrs. Staley, who would sneak me drinks and food when I would come over.
She had a brother that was in his late 40's and was married to a nice lady. Their names were Dale and Willie Moore. They wanted a child but Willie had undergone a hysterectomy. Mrs. Staley, who would later be my aunt, told them of this cute little blond girl living next door that needed a loving home.
They came and I ran over to them. I do not know why I ran to them with open arms but I believe God had something to do with that. They devoted their lives to raising me with so much love and understanding. They both have passed away but with them goes my undying love.
When I was 16, I fell in love with a boy in high school. His name was Harold. I was crazy about him. He had a baby blue '61 Ford Galaxy. We had so much fun together. It was a great time to be alive. I loved the 60's!! I was a 'surfer' and a flower child J. I was very naïve and thought nothing could 'happen' to me. Boy, was I in for a shock!
I found out I was pregnant in the spring of 1966. He told me that he loved me, but his parents forbid him to see me anymore. I was devastated! But we did see each other now and then.
You see, in the 60's, it was hush-hush when a young girl got pregnant. My adopted mom had a son in Oklahoma City who was a doctor. So, it was set up that I would go and live with him and his family.
This way, he could care for me and deliver my baby. I remember flying out of Sacramento with tears flowing down my face so hard.
I didn't want to leave my home. I didn't want to leave my friends. I was so afraid and so alone.
It was December 19th, and it's a day I will never forget. I was attending adult school and it was a beautiful and very cold day. I remember how crisp it was that morning, around 20 degrees outside.
My teacher came up to me and she said, "I think it's time to go to the hospital". How did she know? My nephew came and took me to St. Anthony's Hospital. My brother delivered my son that day.
I remember almost every single detail. Two days later, my brother's friend, Richard Spooner came and picked me up at the hospital. He was my lawyer and had become my friend. I had asked to see my son but no one would let me. "No, that's not a good idea, ma'am", they would say. I begged Mr. Spooner to let me see my son. He couldn't resist and He wheeled me to the nursery to see my son. He was so beautiful, the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. I loved him with all my heart.
I, as most birth moms know, have always missed him so much. We have something missing in our lives.
We go on but not a year goes by without thinking of our relinquished child. I pray for the day when I can find him and if nothing else, to let him know that I have always loved him.
I did go on and have been married twice. I married my friend Tom in 1968. He was always my friend even when I was pregnant. With him, I had my beautiful daughter, Sara.
I re-married in 1985 to my now husband, Greg. We have a beautiful daughter named Amanda. Greg works for a Heating and Air Conditioning Company . I am attending college right now and hope to go into the computer software business. We also have a cute calico cat named "Callie".
Thank you for reading my story. Please come back and visit since I haven't finished, but I'm working on it. I will try and have a picture page up soon.
If you read this and you know of someone that was born in Oklahoma City on 12-19-66, please e-mail me. Or, please let him know that his bmom is searching for him.
I have found my son! We have met and are in constant touch with each other. My daughters and I have flown to Oklahoma and met my son, James Mark Armstrong! I am so happy.
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