Morning ladies hope you are well.
I managed to get to the shop yesterday although just for bread and milk. It is time to get to the supermarket so I will go later.
The book that the new poster StellaStreet suggested sounds interesting I may order that one.
Just a catch up on 2nd Instalment of my cousin who I told you about yesterday but did not finish. He was happily being brought up unaware of his early days where he had been cared for in an orphanage for a while. Perhaps only being a baby he had forgotten all about it. Around about the age of 10 years he was sat down by mum and dad and had something explained to him about adoption and I certainly know he still did not have a clue what that was.
We had a big family and all of us close. All the family would meet up for someones wedding anniversary, birthdays, Easter, Christmas there was always something going on. The children of the family would be given plates of sandwiches, crisps, cakes and we would be in one room all chatting and playing while the grown-ups were in another room having a drink and some of them smoked.
One particular visit my cousin told us kids that he was an adopted child. Most of us did not even know what that meant, I was about 12 at the time and I told him to stop telling lies as I vaguely knew what it was but I did not believe him. So that was it his "status" of being adopted was out in the open although it did not make much difference to any of us and most of the time it never got mentioned too much.
I will leave all the ins and out of family life out of it now and forward to when my cousin was about 21 and I was 23-24. The whole family had a terrible shock as my aunt had a stroke one morning and sadly she was not strong enough to recover and died. She was 45 years old and the youngest sister in the family. The entire family were grieving for her.
About six months after this happened my cousin confided to my eldest brother that he had been curious about his birth mother for along time but throughout his life he would not
speak to his mum or dad about her. In particular he said he would never have hurt his mum or upset her to ask about his birth mother and I think he was closer to her than his father who in fact was a blood relative. My cousin set about getting the address from his dad who indeed was not pleased about it. There had been almost estrangement between my uncle and his sister and he had never forgiven her for abandoning her child. So I think there had been the barest minimal contact over the years. The birth mother
was still in America with the husband she married and she had four daughters. My cousin contacted her and asked if he could meet her. She invited him over and told him she would be more than happy to see him. My own mother told me that her husband was not impressed about that but this time she put her foot down and said he should come out to America and meet the family.
The visit went well for him and I suppose it was something he needed to do as to have a mother but not know her for 22 years must have been something that was often on his mind.
There is lots more but like I said these stories are long, in fact I have always said I will write a book about my family however I just have not got the patience as it takes so long.
I can fill you all in on the last bits another day and the sad bit I spoke of was the death of my aunt.
The supermarket is calling (are we still in lockdown) only joking.
All have a good day.
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