Some people just don't understand, do they?
I'm starting to see more and more references to blogging, in magazines, newspapers, cartoons and on TV. Are you?
As you know, we were away last weekend. There was an important purpose to the trip; my birth mother's family was giving her a surprise (early) birthday party. She turned 85 yesterday. I must say that they planned it very well - she was indeed surprised and pleased. Everyone they invited showed up, plus a few more. The guests numbered about 48-50, and included some people she had not seen in 30 years. They were my birth father's nephews; the sons of two of his brothers.
We were asked to come early, so that we could all be in place and shout "Happy Birthday" when she got there. Mr. kenju, our younger daughter and I entered the room knowing only two of the people there. Martha's adopted daughter pointed out who some of the people were, and told us whom to talk to in order to learn more about the family. One of the nephews had done the family geneaology, so he was the "go to" guy. It was strained at first, but little by little we began to talk, and were soon exchanging contact information. I was interested to learn that they live in NC, most of them on the coast, and are involved in the building industry. To think that I have visited their towns, perhaps passing right by them, and not knowing we were related, is eerie, as you might imagine. The genealogist has already emailed me and sent photos of his family, and I hope to soon meet them, and the families of the other nephews.
I also met two women cousins on my birth mother's side, and one of them has offered to send me some photos she found in a trunk located in the family home. They are of my birth mother's family and my birth father. I really hope she will send the photos, as I would love to see them. I have spent a lot of time going over in my mind the people and our conversations that day. It is all a blur, really, and too much to process in a short time. One funny thing happened: a tall, thin woman walked up to mr. kenju before Martha got there and asked him who he was (meaning his reason for being at the party). He answered her and said my wife is Martha's daughter. She looked at him pointedly, and fairly shouted....."But, Martha doesn't have a daughter."
He had asked me prior to the party what he should say if someone asked him that, and I told him to tell the truth. I thought that everyone there would know about me, but apparently there were at least two who didn't.
So after she answered him, he called out to me and as I approached them, he said "Judy, tell this woman who you are." I said my name and then...."and Martha is my mother." She looked at me with great big eyes, said....."But, but...."; turned on her heel and walked away without saying anything else!
Later in the day, I saw her speaking with Martha in a fairly animated manner, and I can only imagine that conversation. I'd like to have heard.......LOL. Martha is very honest now about having had me, but that woman was one who just hadn't heard the news. Poor thing. You could see the bewilderment on her face.
You know how my cat Storm loves to lie on or near my shoes? I discovered when we returned home, that while we were gone, she had been sleeping on my bedroom shoes in our closet floor.
They were mashed flat! Maybe I should have left a bathrobe on the floor for her.