(Maya Angelou)
I’m of the thought that should one live into the ages of perhaps fifties, sixties or well beyond, there is likely an untold story in each of us. Maybe a story within us, maybe within our families.
I shared that thought one time and was asked, “It is better that the story be told or remain untold?”
This past April 2016 my ninety-two year old birth mother died in Pennsylvania. My wife and I went back to attend her services. I had been told a few years back by our lawyer that if I desired upon her death I could then have access to my adoption records that were on file at the Vigo County Courthouse in my hometown of Terre Haute, Indiana.
Shortly after her passing I produce the needed paper work to the court of records for those papers to be released to me. I was then told that in a few weeks I would be receiving copies of those papers. A few weeks later I walked from my mailbox into our house to sit down and read those files. After nearly seventy-five years I awaited a portion of the untold story.
It is said that within all of us there is a story. I believe that.
Hum.
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July 27, 2016
Keep on,
Larry Adamson
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