When I was born, I was an unwanted mutt. But what kind?
Declared "illegitimate" at birth and rushed into an adoption agency less than 24 hours later, I was a "non-person". The nurses, at least gave me a name: Della. But later I got another name: Patricia Elizabeth. And I became a debutante in high society and went to a fancy debutante ball in a beautiful debutante dress.
But who was I?
Sherlock Holmes would have loved this: I found out I am related to my adopted family. So the unwanted mutt turned out be a legitimate part of high society!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
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Oh, boy. I'm an adoptee, adopted in the '60s to a common middle class family, without any social or educational connections of note, only to find out 30 years later that I'm descended from Mayflower settlers. My mother was a "fine young lady" sent away to atone for her mistake. I wish I could claim that heritage somehow.
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