Some people are just special to me. I love talking to older people and hearing their stories of what life was like when they were young. Life was very different for them. Life was hard and many were poor, but many did not know that they were poor because their parents made life so wonderful that being poor did not seem so awful. That is not how it is now. Our families, especially our children, are all too familiar with the realities of poverty. They are harassed at school for their poverty, as if they have anything to do with it or control over their condition.
I love to see the face of an older person light up when you ask, “So, how did you meet this man over here?” You can just see that the question took her right back to that day. That smile is worth more than gold to that man over there. I meet so many who have been married 50 and 60 plus years. That accomplishment is few and far between in this time. For my children, I doubt they will be so lucky to meet people who have been married that long when they are adults. It is a sad situation that people today have such little confidence in marital relationships and that the covenant of marriage means almost nothing anymore. I think back to the 1940s when couples met once, maybe twice before the boy shipped out to war and they knew that they were in love. That young girl wrote to that boy every day and that boy to that girl. Upon the end of his service, if he survived the war, he hurried back to find his girl so they could be married. That girl was waiting on her porch to see that car drive up and for that boy to come running from his car. They got married and sixty years later, there they are talking to me about how they met. They only knew each other a few weeks and they were married sixty years. We’ve got kids dating six years who cannot stay married ten years because our society has made it too easy to leave when it gets too hard.
There’s another group of people who are very special to me, foster kids and adoptees. As being both, I have a special place in my heart for foster kids and for other people who have been adopted like me. It is not an easy life. There are so many preconceived ideas about both that are simply wrong and some just cruel. I cannot tell you how many times I have been called a bastard child. Every child in foster care or who has been adopted is illegitimate, so that term does not fit every child or circumstance, but it is just an ugly word and shouldn’t be used. There are hundreds of reasons why children go into foster care and who may eventually placed for adoption. The most important thing is that the child just wants to be loved.
One of my goals is to assist foster children and adoptees with building their family trees. If this applies to you, please contact me. I was able to locate my biological family and to start researching and building my biological family tree. It has been a joy in my life and it can be for you, too. I have a new email me contact page, so feel free to file that in and email me and I will get back to you as quickly as I can. Remember you are special!!