My Beginning

I was born in 1948 in Rochester, NY.

This is my story as it was told to me by the folks who raised me: My birth mother met a lady named Lois either at the OBGYN's office or at the hospital while Lois was visiting someone else. Lois was a childhood friend of the mom who raised me. My birth mother told Lois that she would not be able to keep this baby and didn't know what to do. After my birth, Lois met my birth mother outside the doors of the hospital and took me home with her and called me Lois Ann.

After 6 or 7 months, for reasons unknown to me, Lois brought me to the folks who ended up raising me, Harold and Juanita. A formal adoption never took place, instead, these folks were declared legal guardians sometime before I started Kindergarten.

I was told that my birth mother had visited me off and on until I was the age of 4 or 5 when Harold drove her to the Greyhound bus station because she was on her way to Chicago.

I believe in my heart of hearts that my birth mother hadn't planned on leaving me forever, other wise, she would have signed relinquishment papers and she wouldn't have been visiting me for so long....just my thoughts.