What a great Father’s Day!
Ron set up the Sonos on the deck and we listened to the Pandora Brazilian channel during dinner and for me, afterwards, with coffee and the NY Times.
Grilled swordfish and salad and a choice of four(!) desserts for supper.
Had brunch with Cindy and Cathy.
Did laundry, changed the sheets, did the transfer station run, planted two little Forget-Me-Nots in the corner garden.
Received info from an email correspondent who is part of the online DNA/Adoption community. She may have found my father!
Uploaded his GEDCOM and attached my DNA record to it. Should know soon if I have DNA matches to both his his mother’s and father’s family. If this man is my father, then I have every reason to be proud. We think he was of Quaker background and may have been a conscientious objector in WWII and an MIT grad.
After decades of being ashamed of my background, with all the smug secrecy behind it, this is disconcerting, but in a good way. This man was not married when he met my mother, and I wonder if she even told him about me. For all their “liberal” pretensions, the couple that bought me have every reason to be ashamed of their selfish, duplicitous possessiveness, and I have every reason to be proud of my heritage.
Got my eyes checked yesterday and ordered new glasses.