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Originally Posted by Fish
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Close, but no fighting. I was in my 50's when I found out that my birth mother was my aunt. Seems everyone in the family knew, but not me. The circumstances around my conception was in doubt as the word was that my aunt's husband at the time was not my father. Which was probably why, even though they were living in Billings, Montana, at the time, I was born in Hood River Oregon. I was born with one name, lived my first 18 years under another, until my mother remarried and they adopted me, giving me a third last name.
My wife and I were on our way to Portland Oregon, and went through Hood River. We stopped by the local newspaper and went through their morgue and found my birth announcement. That let the cat out of the bag. After our week in Portland, we made a side trip to Seattle to talk to my uncle who spilled the beans. Even he thought I had been told. But he wouldn't fill in the blanks. My mother had died and I was so po'd I didn't call my aunt who lived in Arkansas. I always wondered why my grandfather hated my guts. Now I know.
My daughter did the Ancestry DNA testing and pressed me to do the same. We are awaiting the results. We already traced my wife's paternal side to the 1700's in Fort Martin, West Virginia, just through Find A Grave.