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HI, I was born in Georgetown University Hospital, Washington D.C. on 5/30/1957. I found out when I was 16yrs old by a note left for me, that I should ask about myself & if questions weren't answered the police would be called. I asked about contents, amom told me I needed to leave because if the authorities where called I would be taken away & she would be put in prison for what she had done, she was really scared. She said she wasn't my mother & I had 2 siblings, I grew up as an only child & no father or a few not really fathers. Needless to say nobody showed up, to bad, wish they had.:(
I am trying to keep this short.:o
She always told me my father was dead, but, to find out he was alive & well in D.C.
Lots of odd things have gone on & happened over the years. I did have a few detectives check out somethings, they all say the samething, they believe, the doctor was involved, & they told bmom I died, amom had a miscarriage, she had a few & was desperate for a baby, she left the hospital with me. There was no adoption, so, I guess technically I was stolen. The worse thing is that amom new bmom.
One of adad's side told me there was a party. I was in a cradle & a little boy about 4 or 5 yrs old was standing by me & she realized that we looked alike, she said to adad, that is not your baby & the boy is the babies brother, & he told her she was right. The only record at the hospital is Pamela Williams, 00/00/57 I grew up as Pamela Vako.
Like I said alot of odd things have happened. All my friends want me to write a book, :) they have been there thru out most of it.
And amom refuses to tell me anything, says she will take it to her grave. Her husband died a few months before I married & he didn't talk to me, his family won't talk & they now the story & amom's family won't talk to me, & a family that doesn't know I exsist that can't talk to me. Funny how that all works! :(
But, I have a wonderful husband & 2 fantastics son's & can't foget my great dog!:clap: Also, all my friends that are my family.:grouphug:
So maybe someday I will write that book.:rolleyes:
Well thanks for reading & good luck to everyone searching. Pam
[FONT="Georgia"]Have you thought of having a DNA test done? I am sure you could get some DNA from amom, even if she doesn't give it to you willingly. We all leave our DNA around - check her hairbrush or comb for strands of hair (I believe they need the root on them?).
I would have a DNA test done, then I would confront her with the results and demand to see the legal adoption papers. If she refuses to produce them or to talk, I would tell her that I was going to the police with the DNA results, and I would do it if I have to. This woman is a CRIMINAL - a KIDNAPPER. You don't owe her anything. She owes you your family history. Please don't wait - once she dies the identity of your family goes with you.
The other thing you could do is to take out advertisements in the paper with your birthdate and all family information that you do have in the hopes that they still live in the area.
Good luck! You deserve to know your family - your REAL mother - the kidnapper has no right to that title - and your MOTHER deserves to know that her baby did not die. She deserves to know you!
Be proactive and find your family! Good luck and keep us updated, please!!
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I have thought about the dna testing, if not for any info that may help me but for my son's to at least know thier nationality on my side. As far as amom I have no contact with her at all. I can't have adoption records open because I have verified there aren't any. The record at hospital for Pamela Williams 00/00/57, I did find that is an infant buried at a cemetary in D.C., which was one reason they all felt that bmom was told I died, the name Williams seems to be on all paper work I come up with.
I have had 3 dectives that have personally gone to the hospital to check records & there aren't any. I have 3 birth certificates. 1 I got from amom's papers, a long form from vital stats in D.C., a short form from vital stats in D.C. I just keep running into road blocks, but, I still try, I won't give up.
Thanks for any ideas :)
Hi, It was a friend of amom, amom must have told her the story or some of it, but, enough for her to know that calling authorities would scare amom, they had a fight about something & it was intended to hurt amom, & the friend when I approached her suddenly didn't remember anything.