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Adoption Runs in Our Family - Part I

I was born on a hot summer morning inman at our door. "Some woman ordered it," he
Minneapolis, MN. Six months later I wassaid. It was Clint. Later he started to run
adopted. I grew up in a working-classafoul of the law by stealing hubcaps and
neighborhood in south Minneapolis, just a fewescalated to frequent trips to the Anoka
blocks away from the Mississippi River andCounty Jail. He finally was sentenced to a
Lake Street. Evie was born 23 months latercommunity corrections program, where they
and grew up in the "poor section" of theforced him to attend school and finish his
Washburn High School district. Our fathershigh school degree. Since then he has worked
were middle-class workers, my Dad with thein any number of jobs, including owning and
Minneapolis Gas Company, and hers as anrunning his own businesses, and has added
inspector with the City of Minneapolis. Mynumerous certificates for car and computer
Mom was a full-time homemaker, hers, arepair, as well as a low-voltage electrician
working mom doing part-time bookkeepinglicense. Besides being unlike us in
during the war. We each have an adoptiveinterests, he is also unlike us politically.
sibling, Evie a brother, Jim. I have aHe is a hard-core Republican and we are
sister, Mary.At some time early in my life mylife-long Democrats.Our daughter Katie is
parents told me I was adopted. I didn'ttotally unlike him, and us. She is bright,
understand what that meant and didn't thinksweet and artistic. Like Clint, she hated
much about it. I could never understand whyschool. An undiagnosed ear infection caused
some kids laughed at me when they found out.hearing problems during the crucial language
One even called me a bastard. I just shruggeddevelopment stage. Her speech is fine, but
my shoulders and walked away. For me, beingshe has difficulty understanding figurative
adopted was just a fact of life.Unfortunatelylanguage. She also was diagnosed as learning
for my sister, it wasn't. She learned whendisabled, but not at a severe enough degree
she was seven and it destroyed her. I askedto require Special Education classes. (To me,
my parents why they hadn't told her and theythis always sounded like having only one leg,
said that she wasn't ready to find out. Ibut not being eligible for services because
never was able to understand why I was readyyou didn't limp badly enough.) Her academic
to know at three and she wasn't at seven.Evieproblems were compensated by her artistic
learned early on and fantasized that she wasgifts. She is a very talented writer and
the lost daughter of a princess. Her parentskeeps a diary. Once, when little, she
regularly read her The Chosen Child, whichdescribed an extended trip to northern
dealt with adoption. We both led normalMinnesota. "We drove and we drove and we
lives, but I had a strange experience when Idrove." She also won an award for a statue
was four-years-old. I was told from theshe made in a school art's class. She also
beginning that no one knew who my otherhas high moral standards, and went through
mother was. But one day I came in fromher teens drug and tobacco-free. We couldn't
playing and found her crying. "your otherbe more proud of her. After she finishes a
mother died," she said. How could she havecourse in aesthesiology she intends to become
known if nobody knew who she was I wondered.a make-up artist. We're sure she'll do a
I still wonder to this day, but I did findwonderful  job.
out that my birth-mother wasn't as anonymous
as I was led to believe. More of that in PartLike us, she's an animal lover. She
II.Evie and I lived through the 'Forties andgraciously is leaving two dogs for us to care
'Fifties and graduated from High School. Eviefor.In short, being adopted doesn't seem to
went to Washburn and I attended Minnehahahave been such a big thing for our family. As
Academy, then went on to college. Evie wentwe grew up, Evie and I would have liked to
to Hamline University and the University ofknow more about family health issues. That
Minnesota. I graduated from the Universityproblem has been solved because we both have
with a three-year break with the Army afterfound our birth-families. Neither of us have
my Freshman year. We met in 1966 and marriedhad abandonment issues, or at least not
in 1967. In 1973 our son Clint cameconscious ones, and I don't think Katie or
along.Clint was healthy and happy, butClint do either. Since we have met out
definitely like neither of us. He shares ourbirth-families, it has been nice to know
facility with language, speaking fullpeople who look like us. Our children seem to
sentences at 9 months and able to carry onbe comfortable that they are adopted, and we
adult conversations from the age of seven.can always think that the really good things
But while Evie and I have trouble changing aabout them are due to their upbringing, and
lightbulb, Clint is literally a mechanicalthe things we don't like, to heredity.The
genius, scoring at the 9999th percentile indiscovery of our birth families is told in
an mechanical aptitude test. From thePart II.John Anderson is very anxious to
beginning he was fascinated with cars. I'velearn of adoption experiences/issues and
always liked them, but I didn't have to haveinvites you to contact him at He is the
one next to me on my pillow when I went toauthor of a mystery-thriller, The Cellini
sleep. His intelligence has worked againstMasterpiece, written under the pen name of
him. Bored in school, he began to get inRaymond John. If you would like to read the
trouble from an early age. When he was sevenfirst chapter of the book, it is available at
we were surprised to find a pizza deliverythe above web-site.



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