Spokane, Wa. Or Kennewick, Wa. Or Wenatchee, Wa. Or Omak Wa. Ahahahaha. I found both sets of siblings (and kept my others) for a total of plus 8 for the year 2020.
I've actually met my father's other kids, and none of us knew. 4 boys and an adopted sister in that clan, 1 brother two sisters from my mother and a brother and sister that I grew up with (adoptive).
I'm going to see at least two of my father's kids this summer, the first time since we found out. He (my father) was a college senior football player and my mother was a junior in October 1950. He finished his season and joined the Marines to go to Korea (he graduated when he came back) and never knew he had another child. There is some indication that my mother thought he may have been killed there. But we don't know at all.
I agree, what a story. I have at least 5 half siblings besides my twin sis, but no contact. My dad left us when we were 3 or so. Oh well.
It's gonna be a nice road trip, something to look forward too :).
Stories like that hurt my heart. My (adoptice) brother has just now found his father's family. 23 and Me was unambiguous about it, and he's met them. He and his brother look a lot alike, but their two youngest (sons) could use the same photo on their id. It's really something.
His mother doesn't want to see him, doesn't want to have her 'indiscretion' revisited but his brother and sister from their father KNEW there was another brother out and about.
For the record: My brother just spent his first St. Patrick's Day as a hooligan Irishman. At the age of 66. :)
Cheers old Irish I'd say then :). Good that he followed up with meeting them.
What a story! Your dad died not knowing he had him? If that's what you're saying how incredible for everyone involved. Like a Chris Hansen special.
Kennewick. We just buried a good friend of mine from Kennewick Christmas before last. Man he was a cool dude, too, young. 50.
It's complicated. My adoptive brother lives there (on Canal Blvd, btw) and one of my father brothers. It's also where my father retired to and died.
It's really amazing. My father was superintendent of schools at my High School while I was there. He signed my diploma! My brother and my brother were in the same grade in school until High School when they moved on. The two were pretty good friends and have also contacted one another since they have a common brother.
Ahahahahahaha. That shit makes me laugh!
Thanks for sharing this. Nice Sunday read.