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Instead of watching American Idol, or going out (which I rarely do during the work week, except the gym), I decided to fax an update of my new address and phone numbers to the Centre jeunesse de L'Estre, in my past home town of Sherbrooke, Quebec. I have moved twice since I first used this service to find my birth parents. So thought it might jingle their bells. As mentioned in my (first journal entry), I was adopted by loving parents. And before I go on, I want to make it clear that the parents that adopted me, are my parents. My sole surviving parent, my mom, who is not well, means so much to me. When she is gone, I will be shattered, as I was with my Dad's painful passing(as my eyes well up).

I initially chose to find my birth parents, not only for curiosities sake, but also to let them know, that I am OK. My mom told me and my sister from day one, that we were adopted. Through the family doctor, and close family priest, she had gained some more information than most could, of my birth parents.

My mom had me out of wedlock. Her parents being French Canadian Catholics, were of course upset with the matter. And in those times, having a child as a single mother was just not heard of. So my mom gave me up. But sadly, she eventually married my birth father.

This my mom told me. And this is what really made me feel bad. To give up a child, then eventually marry anyway. So sad. And I always thought, "don't they want to know I am OK?".

Coincidentally, my cousin on my mom's side were out visiting us in California in 2000. My cousins husband manages the "Centre". During our sightseeing, my sister and I talked with him about his job, the service they perform, and offered us the help when we were ready. My sister was the first to apply for the service. When she had found, the information she needed (which was not good - one of her parents was killed in an auto accident; the other deceased). I decided to apply in 2001.

Months went by. Then one afternoon, as I walked in the door from work, the answering machine indicated that I had a message. The message was from a nice sounding woman with a heavy French accent, telling me to call her. "We have some good news", she said. Of course the arm pits immediately became wet with anxiousness. It was late in CA, so I would have to return the call in the morning. I did not sleep well that night.

The next morning I called. The woman said that she had found my parents; some of the news is good, some not. They live in Montreal. I have 4 sisters, one died of stroke due to high cholesterol (which I also have). None of my sisters know about me.

The woman said that the first thing that my father said was, "what does he want from us?" The first thing my mom said was, if I was OK, and that she has been thinking about me since the day she gave me up. She was happy that I had contacted them. They were given as much information about me as was allowed. The same also applied to me. However there was a thorn. My father was (is) preventing our reunion. Preventing my mom from seeing me. They (my father) concluded that they could not accept my reunion, due to the fact that none of my sisters know. And they fear that they would be blamed and severely judged, especially by one of the daughters. Apparently, one of the daughters may be sort of a born again Christian (or maybe she had to give up a baby). So that is the end of that. My mother did say that if my father were to pass away, that she would be out to CA in a jiffy. She was desperate to see me.

At least I planted the seed.

NOTE: Here is some info of me/my birth parents. Maybe someone out there may of known them:

My mother was from the Beauce area of Quebec (I need to look up that area. Forgot where it was). She was 20yr old when I was born. She was 5"5" and weighed 117 lbs. Brown eyes, blond hair, good health. She worked as a stenographer. She enjoyed music and reading. She was described as a pretty, and distinguished person, who was frank, sensitive, and charming.

My father was 24 yrs old. Blond hair and blue eyes. My mother described him as a handsome and generous man. He was a traveling salesman (how cliche).

I was born 11/12/53 in St. Jean, Quebec

Weight 5 lb 4 oz.

11/20/53 placed in agency

11/23/53; baptized under the name of Michael Perron (churches tended to change the names of adoptive kids).

I asked the agency if that was my real name. She hesitated, then said she could not say. I THINK IT WAS. My mother, thinks it was real too. My adoption was facilitated by a doctor friend of ours, who,
knew, or knew someone else, that was aware of my birth mother's predicament. In other words, the doctor friend of my adoptive parents knew the name of my birth parents. Perron (Just don't call me Eva!).

I had severe pneumonia at the agency (In fact it reoccurred years later. I almost died).

I was placed for adoption 7/26/54

Legally adopted 4/15/55 to the most wonderful people in the world. And to a wonderful sister too.

I just hope before they are too old, or sick, that we can meet. I just want to see where my features come from. What my grandparents looked like. My sisters. That's all.

AT LEAST I PLANTED THE SEED :-)