DR MBarnum, and yet today you are very good to your mother. You have such a good heart. How old were you when she tried to give you up for adoption? She had how many children at the time? She might have thought it was best for you.
I am unsure as to how old I was. My grandma intervened and my mom kept me. The family who was planning to adopt me did ended up babysitting me until I was around 4 years old. I still remember them fondly, and as a child referred to my almost-mom as Momma Marilyn. I still hear from her now and then.
I came about quite accidentally because my mom got knocked up by my dad, who was in her bowling league. Of course this caused much distress to mom's then husband John, and they ended up divorcing. There were 4 kids in the family at that time (including Fed Ex driver Allen).
John did later offer to reconcile with my mom and raise me as his own, but mom declined because she was mad at him. My dad, Willard, married my mom a few years later, after divorcing his 1st wife.
I knew nothing about any of this until I was in Jr. High School and my new stepfather, Chuck (my mom's 3rd husband), gleefully told me all about it. In fact he would relish in reminding me of my illegitimacy as often as he could.
John is still alive and lives up in this area, and I see him all the time since he is my sister's father. He is a good guy, very smart and quite well off, and has always been very kind to me.
Yep, Medford was a regular Peyton Place!
