Adoption Runs in Our Family - Part I

I was born on a hot summer morning in Minneapolis,were surprised to find a pizza delivery man at our
MN. Six months later I was adopted. I grew up in adoor. "Some woman ordered it," he said. It was Clint.
working-class neighborhood in south Minneapolis, justLater he started to run afoul of the law by stealing
a few blocks away from the Mississippi River andhubcaps and escalated to frequent trips to the
Lake Street. Evie was born 23 months later andAnoka County Jail. He finally was sentenced to a
grew up in the "poor section" of the Washburn Highcommunity corrections program, where they forced
School district. Our fathers were middle-classhim to attend school and finish his high school degree.
workers, my Dad with the Minneapolis Gas Company,Since then he has worked in any number of jobs,
and hers as an inspector with the City of Minneapolis.including owning and running his own businesses, and
My Mom was a full-time homemaker, hers, a workinghas added numerous certificates for car and
mom doing part-time bookkeeping during the war.computer repair, as well as a low-voltage electrician
We each have an adoptive sibling, Evie a brother, Jim.license. Besides being unlike us in interests, he is also
I have a sister, Mary.At some time early in my lifeunlike us politically. He is a hard-core Republican and
my parents told me I was adopted. I didn'twe are life-long Democrats.Our daughter Katie is
understand what that meant and didn't think muchtotally unlike him, and us. She is bright, sweet and
about it. I could never understand why some kidsartistic. Like Clint, she hated school. An undiagnosed
laughed at me when they found out. One even calledear infection caused hearing problems during the
me a bastard. I just shrugged my shoulders andcrucial language development stage. Her speech is
walked away. For me, being adopted was just a factfine, but she has difficulty understanding figurative
of life.Unfortunately for my sister, it wasn't. Shelanguage. She also was diagnosed as learning disabled,
learned when she was seven and it destroyed her. Ibut not at a severe enough degree to require Special
asked my parents why they hadn't told her and theyEducation classes. (To me, this always sounded like
said that she wasn't ready to find out. I never washaving only one leg, but not being eligible for services
able to understand why I was ready to know atbecause you didn't limp badly enough.) Her academic
three and she wasn't at seven.Evie learned early onproblems were compensated by her artistic gifts. She
and fantasized that she was the lost daughter of ais a very talented writer and keeps a diary. Once,
princess. Her parents regularly read her The Chosenwhen little, she described an extended trip to
Child, which dealt with adoption. We both led normalnorthern Minnesota. "We drove and we drove and
lives, but I had a strange experience when I waswe drove." She also won an award for a statue she
four-years-old. I was told from the beginning that nomade in a school art's class. She also has high moral
one knew who my other mother was. But one day Istandards, and went through her teens drug and
came in from playing and found her crying. "yourtobacco-free. We couldn't be more proud of her.
other mother died," she said. How could she haveAfter she finishes a course in aesthesiology she
known if nobody knew who she was I wondered. Iintends to become a make-up artist. We're sure she'll
still wonder to this day, but I did find out that mydo a wonderful job.
birth-mother wasn't as anonymous as I was led toLike us, she's an animal lover. She graciously is
believe. More of that in Part II.Evie and I livedleaving two dogs for us to care for.In short, being
through the 'Forties and 'Fifties and graduated fromadopted doesn't seem to have been such a big thing
High School. Evie went to Washburn and I attendedfor our family. As we grew up, Evie and I would
Minnehaha Academy, then went on to college. Eviehave liked to know more about family health issues.
went to Hamline University and the University ofThat problem has been solved because we both
Minnesota. I graduated from the University with ahave found our birth-families. Neither of us have had
three-year break with the Army after my Freshmanabandonment issues, or at least not conscious ones,
year. We met in 1966 and married in 1967. In 1973and I don't think Katie or Clint do either. Since we
our son Clint came along.Clint was healthy and happy,have met out birth-families, it has been nice to know
but definitely like neither of us. He shares our facilitypeople who look like us. Our children seem to be
with language, speaking full sentences at 9 monthscomfortable that they are adopted, and we can
and able to carry on adult conversations from thealways think that the really good things about them
age of seven. But while Evie and I have troubleare due to their upbringing, and the things we don't
changing a lightbulb, Clint is literally a mechanicallike, to heredity.The discovery of our birth families is
genius, scoring at the 9999th percentile in antold in Part II.John Anderson is very anxious to learn
mechanical aptitude test. From the beginning he wasof adoption experiences/issues and invites you to
fascinated with cars. I've always liked them, but Icontact him at He is the author of a mystery-thriller,
didn't have to have one next to me on my pillowThe Cellini Masterpiece, written under the pen name
when I went to sleep. His intelligence has workedof Raymond John. If you would like to read the first
against him. Bored in school, he began to get inchapter of the book, it is available at the above
trouble from an early age. When he was seven weweb-site.