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The above picture is of my mother (right) and her mother. My mother's name was Agnes Redden Thomas (later married Robert Vandergrift). My grandmother's name is Anna Redden (now Miller). I believe she is still alive but did not want to meet me. I received this message almost ten years ago from my brother Elmer Butch Kendus.
Since I was five years old when I separated from my family, I only have a few years of memories.
My mother was a small framed woman with dark hair and eyes. I can only remember events from about the age of 2. I remember her mother spent alot of time at our house on Hayes Street in Chester (Marcus Hook), Pennsylvania.
I can remember both my mother and grandmother carefully looking over my body when they diagnosed me with the Chicken Pox or Measles. I can remember being put in a dark room alone and only would have a visitor (usually my mother) when it was mealtime.
We lived at the bottom of a hill. At the top of this hill, you could see the statue of the Sacred Heart which stood in front of the Hospital of the same name. On Fridays, a fish marketer would bring trays and ice to place his freshly caught fish of the day to sell. I can remember how awlful the smell was, especially in the summer time.
I vaguely remember my mother's brothers coming to visit us. The kids were usually sent out to play so the adults could chat.
I remember that my mother loved to sing Country songs.
Well, this is about all I can remember for now, but will keep writing if anything else comes to mind.
I guess I'm luckier than most adoptees because I do have a few memories.
My mother died at the age of 47 in 1974 from esophagus cancer due to smoking. How sad that I never got to meet her before she died. I often wonder if she would be receptive to me...I guess I have to keep wondering.
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