Adoption Runs in Our Family - Part I

I was born on a hot summer morning inseven we were surprised to find a pizza delivery
Minneapolis, MN. Six months later I was adopted. Iman at our door. "Some woman ordered it," he
grew up in a working-class neighborhood in southsaid. It was Clint. Later he started to run afoul of
Minneapolis, just a few blocks away from thethe law by stealing hubcaps and escalated to
Mississippi River and Lake Street. Evie was bornfrequent trips to the Anoka County Jail. He finally
23 months later and grew up in the "poor section"was sentenced to a community corrections
of the Washburn High School district. Our fathersprogram, where they forced him to attend school
were middle-class workers, my Dad with theand finish his high school degree. Since then he has
Minneapolis Gas Company, and hers as anworked in any number of jobs, including owning
inspector with the City of Minneapolis. My Momand running his own businesses, and has added
was a full-time homemaker, hers, a working momnumerous certificates for car and computer
doing part-time bookkeeping during the war. Werepair, as well as a low-voltage electrician license.
each have an adoptive sibling, Evie a brother, Jim.Besides being unlike us in interests, he is also
I have a sister, Mary.At some time early in myunlike us politically. He is a hard-core Republican
life my parents told me I was adopted. I didn'tand we are life-long Democrats.Our daughter
understand what that meant and didn't think muchKatie is totally unlike him, and us. She is bright,
about it. I could never understand why some kidssweet and artistic. Like Clint, she hated school. An
laughed at me when they found out. One evenundiagnosed ear infection caused hearing problems
called me a bastard. I just shrugged my shouldersduring the crucial language development stage. Her
and walked away. For me, being adopted wasspeech is fine, but she has difficulty understanding
just a fact of life.Unfortunately for my sister, itfigurative language. She also was diagnosed as
wasn't. She learned when she was seven and itlearning disabled, but not at a severe enough
destroyed her. I asked my parents why theydegree to require Special Education classes. (To
hadn't told her and they said that she wasn'tme, this always sounded like having only one leg,
ready to find out. I never was able to understandbut not being eligible for services because you
why I was ready to know at three and shedidn't limp badly enough.) Her academic problems
wasn't at seven.Evie learned early on andwere compensated by her artistic gifts. She is a
fantasized that she was the lost daughter of avery talented writer and keeps a diary. Once,
princess. Her parents regularly read her Thewhen little, she described an extended trip to
Chosen Child, which dealt with adoption. We bothnorthern Minnesota. "We drove and we drove and
led normal lives, but I had a strange experiencewe drove." She also won an award for a statue
when I was four-years-old. I was told from theshe made in a school art's class. She also has high
beginning that no one knew who my othermoral standards, and went through her teens
mother was. But one day I came in from playingdrug and tobacco-free. We couldn't be more
and found her crying. "your other mother died,"proud of her. After she finishes a course in
she said. How could she have known if nobodyaesthesiology she intends to become a make-up
knew who she was I wondered. I still wonder toartist. We're sure she'll do a wonderful job.
this day, but I did find out that my birth-motherLike us, she's an animal lover. She graciously is
wasn't as anonymous as I was led to believe.leaving two dogs for us to care for.In short, being
More of that in Part II.Evie and I lived through theadopted doesn't seem to have been such a big
'Forties and 'Fifties and graduated from Highthing for our family. As we grew up, Evie and I
School. Evie went to Washburn and I attendedwould have liked to know more about family
Minnehaha Academy, then went on to college.health issues. That problem has been solved
Evie went to Hamline University and thebecause we both have found our birth-families.
University of Minnesota. I graduated from theNeither of us have had abandonment issues, or at
University with a three-year break with the Armyleast not conscious ones, and I don't think Katie or
after my Freshman year. We met in 1966 andClint do either. Since we have met out
married in 1967. In 1973 our son Clint camebirth-families, it has been nice to know people who
along.Clint was healthy and happy, but definitelylook like us. Our children seem to be comfortable
like neither of us. He shares our facility withthat they are adopted, and we can always think
language, speaking full sentences at 9 months andthat the really good things about them are due to
able to carry on adult conversations from the agetheir upbringing, and the things we don't like, to
of seven. But while Evie and I have troubleheredity.The discovery of our birth families is told
changing a lightbulb, Clint is literally a mechanicalin Part II.John Anderson is very anxious to learn
genius, scoring at the 9999th percentile in anof adoption experiences/issues and invites you to
mechanical aptitude test. From the beginning hecontact him at He is the author of a
was fascinated with cars. I've always liked them,mystery-thriller, The Cellini Masterpiece, written
but I didn't have to have one next to me on myunder the pen name of Raymond John. If you
pillow when I went to sleep. His intelligence haswould like to read the first chapter of the book, it
worked against him. Bored in school, he began tois available at the above web-site.
get in trouble from an early age. When he was