Abandoned

Lets talk about being abandoned by your parents. I want to talk about being abandoned from knowing my real father and from being told the truth.

Back in the early `1940's World War 11 began. My family lived in Oakland, California. My grandfather had a second cousin named Hubert Humphrey that would visit when doing his political traveling. They had another friend that was the attorney general of the state and eventually the governor. All three men were Norwegian, and the third man was also Swedish. He was in a legal position, married and had many children. My mother was a young woman, out dancing and partying with all the military men that were looking for a good time.

My mother took a serious liking to the third man, and eventually had an affair with him. This caused great arguements in the home and her father, my grandpa ended moving out of the house. He found out that my mother was pregnant from this famous man. Grandpa was very upset over this third man having an affair with his daughter and was concerned about the coming baby. The third man forced my mother to complete secrecy, or else, and everyone else that knew he was the father of the upcoming baby - me.

This third man was a very powerful man and had his web of good and bad that protected him with no matter what he wanted to do. My mother had to find a man to marry to cover up who the real father was. This was a common practice during the war. My mother met one guy that she liked and had danced a lot with. She conned him into marrying her a couple months before the baby (me) was born. When the baby was born (me) it was a couple of months too soon. He came home on leave, realizing that this baby was not his. But, he went along with it all. After a couple of years, they divorsed.

When the baby (me) was born, the family all knew who the father was but didn't dare speak of it. My grandma and my uncle watched over me. My mother married again and had four children. We were all sent to child haven and my mother went to prison.

I had been treated special by everyone around me. I got treated special and my sister said they did not. I was taken on a train and remember being cared for by a lady that wore a big hat and gloves. I was in a train car alone with her. This happened more than once. I remember going to a political convention when I was about five or six. That would be about 1947 or 1948. I saw Adlie Stephenson there.

Then, one day I was dressed up and taken the the airport. I was being sent to the man that had his name on my birth certificate, to detroit. This man was the man my mother married to cover up who my real father was.

Fifty plus years later, my Dad, not father, told me that when I came to detroit I was supposed to be on a secret spy plane taking me to detroit. The plane crashed on the way to get me and it was not in the paper. That meant when I was 13 yeasrs old, I was supposed to die in that plane. There would be no other reason for me to be put on a secret spy plane. The Review Journal printed a story about the crash of November 1955 of a military plane on its way to Area 51 in Nevada, crashed in the Charleston Mountains. You can find the asrticle dated June 2001 in the Las Vegas Review Journal.

At the time of this accident, my real father was a famous man with the United States Supreme Court. I can only speculate that there was a reason my life was not worth a plug nickel at that time.

Two years after I was born, my grandfather had moved to another state, and mysteriously died.

There are many details in this story that I cannot write in one sitting.

When I was born, I was given the nickname of "Svenska." This word means Swedish. There was only one man around my mother that was swedish. This nickname was a key point in all my research as to who is my real father.

I feel extremely abandoned, and know, by looking at my real father's pictures, who I look like and all my characterists are like. Abandoned and adopted children sure have a tough way to go.