Dweick
07-01-2005, 01:29 PM
Hello to all I am not sure if this is where this post should go,
but anyway,
I was born April 20,1964
In Wayne County General hospital ( its the old Elouise poor house)
I was put up for adoption at birth arrived at my first foster family at 7 days old.
when these people decided that they would indeed try to adopte me, I was removed from the home this was the norm back then.
It was stated on my paper work that I was Catholic and my foster family was prodostant. so Adoption was denied. At Nine months old,
I was moved to anther home in a nearby City.
Meanwhile my case went to court.
Later I was indeed adopted by my first foster family. (A white English family)
but I was not the same happy baby
as time went on these New people tried to Reconect the bonds they had before I was removed.
but it never happened.
My relationship living with these peole was Distant at best.
they never understood my mind, my natural self.
I was never the lttle girly way my adopted mother had hoped for.
in the years my adopted family took in 42 children .never more than 7 at a time,
I was the fourth to arrive and the onlyone to be adopted by these people.
My life living with them was more like a favored employee.
lucky to be in thier family.
I am not bitter or hate these people in anyway.
they are my family for what its worth and lord knows I put them through many gray hair days.
Our Relationship is now scaled back to sending cards and attending funerals/ or weddings.
anyway I have always known that I was approx 1/2 Native and 1/2 polish
I am short stocky dark and strong as a horse.
My native features are very dominant.
I am in the process of searching for my native roots.
and awaiting my nonId from the state of MI.
I am lucky I do know the name I was born with prior to adoption.
so I have a starting point to work with.
But right now it looks like my Native american Side comes from My biological Father.
that might be tough to trace since the laws were so differn't about fathers rights back in the 60s
currently, I make a pilgimage to St Ignace MI every labor Day Weekend to attend the Powwow there.
its like an experience for my children and myself.
We can walk around and Nobody asks us our Nationality.
they just know.
this is a trip that we look forward to all year long.
anyway I have gone on long enough.
but anyway,
I was born April 20,1964
In Wayne County General hospital ( its the old Elouise poor house)
I was put up for adoption at birth arrived at my first foster family at 7 days old.
when these people decided that they would indeed try to adopte me, I was removed from the home this was the norm back then.
It was stated on my paper work that I was Catholic and my foster family was prodostant. so Adoption was denied. At Nine months old,
I was moved to anther home in a nearby City.
Meanwhile my case went to court.
Later I was indeed adopted by my first foster family. (A white English family)
but I was not the same happy baby
as time went on these New people tried to Reconect the bonds they had before I was removed.
but it never happened.
My relationship living with these peole was Distant at best.
they never understood my mind, my natural self.
I was never the lttle girly way my adopted mother had hoped for.
in the years my adopted family took in 42 children .never more than 7 at a time,
I was the fourth to arrive and the onlyone to be adopted by these people.
My life living with them was more like a favored employee.
lucky to be in thier family.
I am not bitter or hate these people in anyway.
they are my family for what its worth and lord knows I put them through many gray hair days.
Our Relationship is now scaled back to sending cards and attending funerals/ or weddings.
anyway I have always known that I was approx 1/2 Native and 1/2 polish
I am short stocky dark and strong as a horse.
My native features are very dominant.
I am in the process of searching for my native roots.
and awaiting my nonId from the state of MI.
I am lucky I do know the name I was born with prior to adoption.
so I have a starting point to work with.
But right now it looks like my Native american Side comes from My biological Father.
that might be tough to trace since the laws were so differn't about fathers rights back in the 60s
currently, I make a pilgimage to St Ignace MI every labor Day Weekend to attend the Powwow there.
its like an experience for my children and myself.
We can walk around and Nobody asks us our Nationality.
they just know.
this is a trip that we look forward to all year long.
anyway I have gone on long enough.