Family is so important. My brother and I were adopted when we were 3 and 4. As infants, we were sent to our Aunt & Uncles farm along with our other sister, Joanne, and left there.
Our Aunt and Uncle had three children, we made six; an unexpected addition. The heartbreaking decision was to give my brother and I up for adoption with the condition we would be adopted together. Our sister Joanne, the oldest, stayed with our Aunt and Uncle.
When we were in our early thirties, we found out the location of our sister, Joanne, whom we had never known and the fact that there were eight more siblings we had never met. We all had the same mother but the oldest siblings and youngest sister had different fathers.
With the passing of years some of our siblings are no longer with us including our sister Joanne. Being blessed with the opportunity to travel, we are now able to connect with our remaining siblings and even cousins.
In March 0f 2016, we were able to visit our sister Donna and her husband Chuck.
They have two airplanes and live in an Air Park, something I had never heard of. Everyone in this park owns an airplane and the runway in right in the center with houses on both sides.
We had a great time visiting. We did not get a ride in the planes but plan on it next time we visit.
After visiting my sister, we went to Orlando, FL. We met my daughter Tammy, her husband Guy and my twin granddaughters, Kate & Meg there. We stayed in an RV park and they stayed in a hotel.
We visited the Aquarium in Clearwater, FL. The twins love to visit places that have to do with animals. The aquarium was on the top of their list of things to see.
The twins really enjoyed our time together. We get together at least once a year.
Our sister Judy and her husband Howie live in Phillips, WI. Judy was the youngest of the first seven kids, She became the driving force that helped to find all the siblings, as most were split up by adoptions and foster homes.
It was great to see our sister Judy. She wanted to show us some sites around Phillips, WI. Our first stop was the Wisconsin Concrete Park. Amazing statues were built with rocks, cement and broken glass.
This Iwo Jima statue was one of my favorites. What artistry.
It was an enjoyable time and if you ever get to Phillips, WI go check out the Concrete Park.
Judy told us they had little to pick from for showing us places but she found this really cool park, Big Falls County Park in Price County, WI.
As we walked through the woods the sound of rushing water became louder and louder. The walking path was beautiful.
Then we arrived at the rushing waters edge.
Ten Pin, I and LoneStar enjoyed this hike and the beauty of nature.
Wouldn’t mind going back there again sometime.
In August of 2016 we went Kandiyohi County Park #2, Lake Lillian, MN for a family reunion with LoneStar’s family.
As I said earlier we got to meet some cousins we never knew. Before the reunion, we met Jeanne & Nancy. Their grandfather was our uncle. That probably makes them 2nd or 3rd cousins. I could never figure that cousin thing out. It was great to meet them.
Some of LoneStars relatives were camping there also. So we were able to hang around campfires and catch up on 16 years of family.
LoneStars niece Kim and her husband Ron took us out on their boat for fishing and relaxation. Ten Pin fished the whole time. We actually caught enough fish for supper.
As you can see the lake was nice and calm. More of the family enjoyed the water in the distant boat. It was a very pleasurable day.
Before the reunion we were able to go visit Elaine’s (R) home, LoneStar’s oldest sister along with Karen (L).
The reunion happened on Saturday, August 6, 2016.
It was about 16 years since the last reunion. Hopefully now we will be able to make this visit more frequent.
WESTON, WI October, 2016
With the meeting of another cousin, Mavis, who lived in Weston, WI, we were able to visit the farm where we were dropped off at as infants.
Notice the build date, ‘1898’
Before all the family was brought together, I had a repetitive dream. It was of an older lady in white standing on a side porch. This dream kept repeating itself for years when I was in my early teens. I had no idea what it meant but that dream was etched into my mind and I never forgot it.
In 2014, we had a small reunion with three of our sisters and our brother. Judy brought us a book with photos of our birth parents and other pictures of family. As I paged through it at the reunion, I turned the page, and my mouth fell open and tears filled my eyes. Before me was a photo of my dream! Yes, the porch, the woman in white. Although she was sitting there holding me, it was her. The photo shows my Grandmother, Amalia, holding me as an infant. This photo taken right before we were given up for adoption. I have been told by my cousins that Amalia love us deeply and it broke her heart to give us up.
The porch in no longer there but here’s that proof that some dreams are reality. The photos were scanned from the original taken sometime in 1951.
I am not sure of my exact age here but I was under one year.
It really is an unbelievable story, but true it is. Me and my Grandma relaxing in a rocking chair. I will see her in heaven and I can’t wait to give her a hug.
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