Wednesday, August 29, 2018

War Babe Adoption Journey - Part 23! Oh goodness!

Oh my goodness!  I cant believe I forgot this part!  I had an adventure that I totally forgot to document during my trip to Kentucky, and it probably means just about the most to me!

When I first met my Uncle Don, he gave me a pocket knife that my birth father used to carry with him.  
  

I was carrying it in my hand as I walked around the land where he grew up trying to imagine what it was like when he was young growing up in this green green hollar. 


When I was packing, i slipped it into a pocket in one of my two suitcases. I had only taken one, but since it weighed over 40 pounds (50!) I asked them in the Austin airport if I could use the cost of my daughter's check bag since she wasn't coming and I had paid for one for each of us.  Well, she let me do that, but warned me that in Cincinnati, they may not do the same, and she suggested that I purchase another suitcase just in case.  So I did. 

When leaving to come home, I went to the baggage check desk and they were reluctant to let me check both bags since I had paid for only one.  I told them the story and after some discussion they decided that I could have my personal backpack and a carry on (the new bag was small enough for a carry on) without paying extra.  

I proceeded to the TSA where they scan your carry on bags.  As I waited in line, I realized that I had that pocket knife and did not know exactly where I had put it. Well, as fate had it, I had put it in the small new bag thinking it would be checked.  Of course they took it out and told me I could not have it.  I told them it was my birth father's knife and I had planned to check that bag.  I was told that I could go to a local store there and have it sent to myself. whew!!

I took my stuff back out at the gate entrance and went into a general type store, food, drinks, magazines etc.  The lady at the counter was great.  She said that she did this sort of thing for many folks in the same position, and that she did it for HER FATHER.  He would want her to have his pocketknife. (she was probably in her 70's) She handed me an envelope and told me to address it to myself as she prepared the knife by wrapping it in heavy paper and taping it well.  She then taped it into the envelope so it would not move around and rip it.  She would not take any money for it because her dad would not like that, she said. 

OF course I went back through the carry-on check and passed with flying colors!  
Never thought of the knife after I got home I guess until yesterday, there it was in my mailbox!  I feel so lucky to have it!  

Monday, August 27, 2018

War Babe Adoption Journey - part 22 - The Reunion Continued

I wanted to finish this "first" reunion story with my last night and flight home. 

So, my last night in Kentucky was spent with my brother Tim and his family.  He has a great wife and has been married 37 years!! Wow! ( Good Grief!!  I didnt get ONE picture of Kris!! How awful!!  I need to scan one I have from years ago.)  His daughter Jessica is still living with them, as well as many fur babies!  They of course have dogs (seems everyone there does) and a Siamese cat ( like my birth father had)  We ate homemade sloppy joes (best I have ever eaten!!) and had some awesome strawberry pie!  Then we sat up until who knows when (I think it may have been 9:30... not sure  LOL) and just talked and shared stories and memories.  It was different for me because I grew up an only child.  I keep telling him I don't know how to act like a sister!  Here is an old picture of Tim and his wife Kris.  


They had had another daughter, her husband and three children staying with them ( a house full!!) but they had left a couple weeks back.  So I slept in a very nice extra bedroom with a very comfy bed.  Another good nights sleep. 

Tuesday morning dawned with Uncle Rick and Tim driving me the long three hours to the airport to let me go home.  I was talking and reflecting all the way home that day.  What a wonderful reception I received.  I was welcomed into the family.  I felt that if I had been able to meet Russ before he passed, he would have welcomed me and been proud of who I am just as everyone there had.  I also felt that he would have known that being adopted at the time I was, 10 days old, was the best thing for me and that I had had a wonderful family growing up and still do to this day.  He, I feel, would have been at peace and happy that things turned out as they had.  This seems like the greatest gift that I had been given during my reunion.  I know that my bio family as well as my adoptive family that have passed are all looking down at me and smiling.  I am happy, I am content, I am full.  My journey in a way is over. However, a new chapter starts. One with not just one family to care, but two.  It has also sparked in me a love of Genetics and maybe wanting to become more of a genealogist.  I would love to be a "search angel" to some folks and help them with their search and their journey.  Knowing it from a personal side and being able to help would be AWESOME!   

Saturday, August 25, 2018

War Babe Adoption Journey - Part 21 - The Reunion

Well dang.. I  have been writing for an hour.. and somehow deleted everything!!! eeeeeekkkk!!  I don't feel like writing it again right now... so stay tuned.... gurrrrrr

Ok, so, I wrote this in Google Docs to save it automatically.  Pasting it here!  I guess because I copied and pasted this some of the paragraphs came out SMALL!  I have tried everything except retyping them to get them to change!!  Maybe at some point i will retype this.  but since it is the second time I have done it... not gonna do it NOW!!!!

The day finally arrived when I would board the plane and fly from Austin to Cincinnati
to meet the family of my birth father.  I had been “talking” to many of them via
Facebook Messenger.
Funny, i had never spoken to any of them other than my Uncle Rick using Marco Polo.
Times have sure changed!  Typing is easier i guess because then the person
can read what
you type right then or at a later time, plus you don't disturb anyone by talking
on the phone.


I was supposed to go with my daughter, Stephenie, but at the very last minute
she was having a medical issue and was unable to go with me.
This did make me sad, but I didn't want to let it get in the way of me going
and having a good time meeting folks!


I boarded the with lots of excited .  Smooth fight. It was a very long walk
to get to the baggage claim where my Uncle and my brother were!
 I think we were all happy to see one another!!

As we began to drive back to Kentucky, I was thinking how beautiful
and GREEN the vegetation was.  They had driven almost 3 hours to
pick me up from the airport in Ohio so there was lots of time to talk and to
look around.


Everything was trees, grass and green.  Very different summer than my mostly
brown grass and flat land in my beloved Texas!


We dropped Tim off and went to my uncle’s house.
 I stayed with them for the first four nights I was there.
 I immediately felt comfortable at their home. It was just so good to be there
and actually see them and speak to them! Aunt Tina was so welcoming and
gracious. Precious little Sammie (little cousin, I think 1st once removed) was there
for the night.  We had a great dinner and (after a meltdown on MY part because
I forgot my hairbrush at home) we went to bed.


I slept so long on Friday morning, Uncle Rick thought he
might have to come check on me!  After a quick breakfast, we set out to visit.
First we went to cousin Vicki’s house. We were both surprised that she had
grown up knowing the story that her Uncle Russ had left a pregnant German girl
when he came back to the states, as she would not come with him.
 (we knew that he had only told his brother-in-law, Charlie,
but didn't realize that others might have known).
Vicki and I seem to look the most alike, her mom was one of my birth
father’s sisters. The funniest thing i was told is that there are two large
Tackett families in the area.  The “long-nose” Tacketts and the “wide-hipped” Tacketts.
And we are NOT the “long-nosed” Tacketts!! LOL


After having a great morning with cousin Vicki, we drove around to a couple
of cemeteries where Rick showed me all of the Tackett relatives who were laid
to rest there. That was very moving for me.
Back at home, we met Uncle Don and Aunt Kay who had driven in to meet me.
 He was my birth father’s (Russ) brother. Once we met with them, we headed off
to see where this Tackett family had their roots. Honestly, we went from Ohio to
Kentucky and back again several times during my days there.  I never knew what
state or city I was in! I think they got tired of me asking where we were! At any rate,

we ended up in Greenup, Kentucky in the “hollar” where my birth father grew up.










I walked around the property, trying to imagine Russ growing up there.
 Going down to the bottom of the hill to catch the school bus. Helping his parents
to garden, keep cows, learn to shoot, etc.  It was just beautiful, peaceful and I could
imagine it. Learning that my great great grandfather owned the mountain and
gave portions of it to his kids, i began to understand them all staying in the area.
 Back in the day that area had jobs in the steel industry, lumber, etc. and it is beautiful!
As this wasn't the first house that Russ had lived in, we stopped where there
used to be a road to the old homestead.  I am told that Russ burned that house



down when he was a kid! (i think that is what i was told!)


We visited with Hot Rod and his wife.  Honestly, I was told his name but even his wife
called him Hot Rod while we were there, so I don't remember his name!  He is a cousin
of mine as well. He, as well as other family members, still live in that area. I really DID
feel a sense of belonging, of family, when we were there!  


After our visiting day, we went to dinner at a great place, I THINK in Ohio.
 LOL Across the Ohio River again.


We ate and talked.  Here is my Uncle Don and Aunt Kay.  




Oh and before all that wonderful day, we stopped at a Dollar Store
for me to buy me a hairbrush!!  Then home, to another shower and
another great night's sleep.


Saturday would bring an exciting “family reunion” at a local restaurant.
(I think in Ohio again?) We picked up a cake for the event and proceeded
to the restaurant.  There I met so many of the folks I had heard about and or talked
to using Facebook. It was not overwhelming at all (as I know some folks feel)
I was so accepted and felt so much love from everyone!  Cousins, my brother,
Uncles, Aunts, and even Russ’s widow, Jan. She was initially angry at
Russ (who has been gone since 2005) for never telling her what he had told Charlie.
However, none of that anger was sent my way at all.  She was the sweetest woman.
She brought me several pictures of Russ and even some pictures of my brothers
when they were younger, which I did not have. Cousins also brought pictures of my
Tackett grandparents, and one of Granny Tacketts handkerchiefs she used in church!
 What beautiful, meaningful, thoughtful gifts! I truly felt
THANKFUL, GRATEFUL AND BLESSED!


This is my Uncle Rick, Uncle Don, and my brother Tim and me.


And here is everyone that attended!!


Uncle Rick said I needed to stand up and tell “my story”, because some had
been following this blog, but some had not.  
So I did.  I fit it all in between ordering our food and them bringing the food!  



Haha - Hope I did ok with that!



After a very successful “reunion” we rested a bit at home and then took off to
Whities Music Barn (I think that was the name) in Ohio.
This is where my brother Tim plays in a band with his bass.
 He even sings some!! Could not wait to go and hear them!




I do have to admit, it wasn't exactly what I expected!
 We drove for a while into the woods (it looked like to me) and then some homes
and then a large building with a few cars parked around in the “parking lot”.
 It certainly didnt look like any music venue I had ever been to!
We parked and walked in to pay the cover charge. To my surprise, there were
rows of church pews all lined up facing the stage in the front! The stage was set up
with speakers and instruments, so I guess we were in the right place!
 I wish I had taken a picture of the pews for those of you who have never been there,
but i didn't. We were introduced to some of brothers friends and then
proceeded to sit down in the third pew.


When the band began to play, I was TOTALLY into the music!
 It was all music I knew and could sing the words! That’s my favorite kind of music!
It was so great to see my brother in his element.  He was more animated and talked
more to us during the break than I had heard! Here he is with the red bass, singing!
I even was asked to dance by one of his good friends!  Had LOTS of fun!


They were done by 10, thank goodness.  I am NOT good at staying up past 10!
So back to Ashland, and have another good night’s sleep!




On Sunday, we were going to try and go to the lake on the pontoon boat,
but Tim had a get together planned with him and his wife Kris and two other couples,
who they feel are their family.  So Tim and his daughter, Jessica (my niece),
picked me up and off we went to get Kris and then over to the couple’s house
that had a pool.


Had a great time all afternoon, just talking and laughing while eating fried chicken,
and all the fixins.  Plus some of the best chocolate drip cake I have had!
(it was store bought, but dang good) Kris and Jessica went swimming.
 It was a great afternoon.




After concluding the afternoon, I went back home where Tina and Rick
were having folks over for taco salad.  I saw several cousins and their kids.
Chris (Scooby), his wife and son, Hannah and her husband with daughter
Kalie (sp?) and Jodie and her daughter Sammie.  Great group of cousins that I
truly enjoyed getting to know!! Cousins are great ya know!!!
Aunt Tina and Uncle Rick
Cousins Scooby and his family


Cousins, Hannah and Scott.
So, my last FULL day in Kentucky, Monday. School had started and work for most.
Tina, Rick and I took out the Pontoon boat to the nearest lake. We had it almost
all to ourselves and it was spectacular!! We ended up at one of the many waterfalls
where Tina and I got in the water on our floats and floated peacefully for quite some time.

What a wonderful time was had by all!  After driving home, showering and resting some, we went back to the cemetery where my birth father is buried. I felt sad there, never getting to meet him, but I felt also that I knew him a bit more, having spoken to everyone about him and seeing more pictures, hearing stories and even seeing him on a home video.  His voice heard for the first time, not sure how to express how I felt... sad? recognition? I am at a loss for words here.  Not normal for me.  


I am more than glad that I was able to go and meet HIS family, my bio family.  I am eternally grateful to have been adopted by wonderful people and I love my family beyond words, my Mom, my cousins, my aunt etc.  But now I have some more folks that accept me just because I am blood.  And that does feel good!  

WHAT IS ONE MORE PERSON IN THIS WORLD WHO LOVES YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON, BUT BLOOD?  I THINK EVERYONE NEEDS MORE PEOPLE WHO CARE!!   

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

War Babe Adoption Journey - Part 20

I am not going to write much today, I have way too much to do!  Tomorrow morning, my daughter and I fly to Kentucky to meet many of my birth father's side of the family.  We are SO SO excited!  I am sure I will post more after this journey!!

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

War Babe Adoption Journey - Part 19

Wow, I have not written in quite a while.  I guess that is because I am sort of in a holding pattern, or I feel like I am.  I have been looking forward to going to Kentucky with my daughter to meet my paternal relatives, and here it is two weeks away!  I have spent the time thinking of what to wear, what to take what to say... etc.  I have also tried to spend time getting to know some of the folks by texting with them on line. Strange thing is, I have never spoken with any of them on the phone!  I have heard my Uncle Rick talk on Marco Polo, but we haven't even used that in quite a while.  

I am still running interference with my adoptive mom as she is upset over my "sudden" interest in all of my adoption stuff.  I put that in quotes because it is definitely NOT sudden.  It is something that I have wondered and questioned most of my adult life within myself.  Today, one of my sister-in-laws said, "I hope you find what you are searching for."  I don't feel that I am actually searching any longer.  Once I found out who my birth father was, I feel that my search is over.  What I AM doing, is wanting to have that thing that most folks take for granted who are NOT adopted.  "I have Aunt Sallie's nose", or "You sure do have your Dad's smile".  Things like that. I also want to find out about my bio genes.  I want to know what my BF was like.  Am I like him?  The old hereditary vs environment thing that has fascinated me all my life. 

The other exciting thing that has happened is that I have finally gotten my birth father's service record!  Before, when I was writing to the National Personnel Records Center, I was trying to find a Tackett that was in Germany at the time I was conceived, as that would have pinpointed who my father was.  Once I found him through DNA though, I wrote off to get his records.  The fascinating thing about this is that there was a fire in 1973 that destroyed almost 80% of the military records for men who were discharged from the military between 1912 and 1960!!!   I am so lucky that I am able to see part of my BF records!  Below is an example of the 7 pages that were sent to me. 

How cool is THAT!!!???!!  
In showing these to my uncle and my brother, they were really surprised, because now I know more than them because no one really knew much about his service in the Army. 
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Adoption - I am a War Babe, part 25

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