Monday, October 31, 2011

Chapter 7 - Dear Ms. Cotter,



Hi everyone, Katie here.

Welcome back! Before we get started, I'm going to share a secret with you. Glogirly's mom and dad didn't really name her Glogirly. That's just my nickname for her. It's caught on and now lots of people call her Glogirly, or Glogirl, even GG for short. But her real name is Debbie. Debbie Glovatsky. Gloman was Gloman when they met. But his real name is Tim. A few people call him that, but not us.

I know you've been curious what Glogirly would write in her letter to the oldest sister. She wondered too. But finally the words came.






23 June 2007

Dear Ms. Cotter,

Almost 44 years ago, your sister Alice gave birth to a baby girl in Santa Barbara. She felt it was in the baby's best interest to give her an opportunity with an adoptive family through the Children's Home Society. After very careful research, I believe I am that baby.

Like most adopted children, I've always had an innocent curiosity about my birthmother. I am contacting you because I would love to know more about Alice. I know that she has passed away, and I would appreciate very much any memories you might be willing to share with me about her. Please know that I'm only seeking information, nothing more. I don't wish to cause any discomfort or invade your privacy in any way.

My name is Debbie Glovatsky. I am married and living in Minneapolis with my husband, Tim. I have a 19-year-old stepson named Gabe.

For as long as I've known I was adopted, my whole life really, I've felt an incredible gratitude and respect for a woman I suspected I may never know.

My adoptive parents were wonderful people. They gave me a great home and loved me very much. My parents were always open and honest with me about my adoption. From a very early age I knew that I was adopted and understood how special that was. I knew that there was someone out there that loved me enough to give me up so that I had a chance to grow up with a family that could love and take care of me forever.

My mother passed away in 1987 when she was only 58. My father passed away just three years ago. I know that they too were grateful to a woman they never knew. They loved telling me about the day they brought me home. They gave me everything any child could hope for. Although I've always had an instinctive desire to know who my birthmother was, I didn't start to actively search until recently.

I am contacting you because I am hopeful that you were a part of Alice's life during her pregnancy. My decision to contact you is also based in part on a newspaper article I read about you and your job at the local Rite Aid that was published in the San Luis Opbispo Tribune last June. In reading the article, I can tell that you are a warm and friendly woman, respected and admired by those in your community. I would love to meet you, but again, only if it is within your level of comfort to do so.

I would like to phone you sometime in the next few weeks. If for any reason you would rather I not contact you, please let me know. I've included my address and phone number.

Kindest regards,

Debbie Glovatsky


Included in the letter was this 2006 family portrait of
Gloman, Glogirly & Gabe


Glogirly first composed the letter on her computer so she could move things around and edit her words. She read it out loud a hundred times. It had to be perfect. It needed to be brief but thorough. Without turning it into a novel, she needed to introduce herself, convey her gratitude, show love for her own adoptive family and respect for her biological family. She wanted to meet the sister. Or at least talk with her. She had to take care not come off too strong. She didn't want anyone to think she was out to get something. All Glogirly wanted was information. She wanted to know her birthmother.

Once the words were right, Glogirly wrote the letter out by hand in her best and prettiest handwriting. She went to the stationery store to pick out the perfect paper and envelope. She even bought some decorative paper with flowers on it to line the envelope and a beautiful stamp to seal the envelope with. She had to start over five times before she wrote out the whole letter without any mistakes or smudges. It was likely the most important letter she would ever write. It had to be perfect.

Then she took it to the post office. She decided it was important that Jeanette and only Jeanette receive and open the letter. What if her daughter found it first, opened it and never gave it to her? What if her daughter didn't know anything about Glogirly? What if the letter was lost? Or mistaken for a piece of unwanted mail?

Certified, return-receipt. That was the only way to go. By the time the letter had the official seals and stamps plastered front and back, it looked like something ominous from a law office or the IRS. The pretty seal on the back of the envelope was completely covered. This letter was sure to get someone's attention. Glogirly was so nervous she practically told the post office worker her whole life story. He had adopted a daughter some 30 years ago and was understanding and sweet. He wished her luck as she turned and walked away.

Well, there was no turning back now. Neither rain, nor sleet, nor gloom of night would keep this letter from reaching it's destination.

Now came the hard part. She had to wait.





Friday, October 28, 2011

Chapter 6 - The Local Rite Aid



Hi everyone, Katie here.

My paws are getting tired with all this writing. Can you believe we're all the way to Chapter 6? Could we have just one of these chapters be a little brief? Please? Probably not. Glogirly still has to find the last sister and the story must go on.






It was the weekend. Glogirly had thought long and hard about her search. She thought about her birthmother's family and the possible outcomes of making contact with them. She considered her own reasons for searching.

Ever since she was very young, her parents had been open and honest about her adoption. She remembered a story book they read to her from when she was just a small child. It was called The Family That Grew. It was part of a two-book set.


The first book, called The Adopted Family, was a guide book for adoptive parents. It was written for strictly for the parents and was intended to help them explain adoption in words their child could understand. It encouraged parents to talk openly and honestly and prepared them to deal with the inevitable questions that would come up.

The second book, The Family That Grew, was a storybook for the young adopted child. In words and illustrations, it told the story of of a baby and how it came to be born.

"What's the smallest thing you ever saw?
A pebble?
A raindrop?
A grain of sand?
Once you were even smaller than any of these things. That was before you were born.

Everything living has to start growing. A rooster and a hen start every little chick. A gander and a goose start every little gosling. And a man and a lady start every little baby.

And that's how you started too.

Like everything starting to grow, you were much too tiny to do a single thing for yourself. So the lady kept you warm, and protected you inside of her body, until you were big enough to eat, and breathe, and cry and smile.

Then you were big enough to be born, and you were.

Everybody wants to take care of the babies they grow.

Cats want to take care of their kittens.

Dogs want to take care of their puppies.

Ducks want to take care of their ducklings.

When you were born, the lady and the man who started you also wanted to take care of you.

Sometimes though, something happens so that people cannot take care of the babies they start, and that happened to the lady and the man who started you. So they thought and thought about what they could do to be sure you had a Mother and a Father to love you and take care of you..."

That's how the storybook started. It was written in 1951 by Florence Rondell and Ruth Michaels. The style of the words was a little out of date, but the heart of the book was timeless.

Young Glogirly felt very special when her mom or dad would read to her from this book. She remembered her mom telling her about the "nice lady" that "couldn't take care of Glogirly" but that "loved her very much." She loved her so much that she gave Glogirly to her mommy and daddy so they could be a family and love each other forever. Her mom told Glogirly that she was very special. She had something that few other children had. She had a nice lady that loved her when she was a very tiny baby and she had a mommy and daddy that chose her. This would make her special forever.

Glogirly never forgot this. She still has that set of books and for the first time in her whole life that Saturday morning, she opened up the book written for the parents and read. She recognized the words and phrases that her parents used when they talked with her about her adoption. She could tell they really studied the book and took the words to heart.

As Glogirly grew up, her understanding and appreciation of her birthmother's decision grew and grew. When friends would ask her if she was curious or wanted to find her real mother, her answer was always the same. Sure, she was curious. She would love to know who she looked like. But she already had a real mother. She didn't feel like she was missing anything at all. More than anything, she wanted her birthmother to know that she understood and was grateful for her decision. That everything turned out just fine. She just really wanted to say - Thank You.

This was her chance. Although she would not be able to thank her birthmother, she could at least thank her family.

With Gloman out of town, Glogirly settled into a comfy chair with her laptop powered up. She was ready to spend the day crafting her letter and searching for the last sister, Dorothy. Dorothy was the younger of the two sisters so Glogirly thought it would be best to send a letter to her. She had no idea what kind of health problems either sister might have been facing at the time and figured the younger one might be a safer bet. The younger sister was born three years before Glogirly's birthmother and was in her early 70's. The oldest sister was in her early 80's. She had considered writing a cousin as well. A cousin would be almost the same age as Glogirly and possibly sympathetic to her cause. But they might not even know she existed. Even thinking about the letter and what to write was exhausting, so she continued to search.

Glogirly followed the same steps that had led her to the oldest sister. If it worked for one, it just might work for the other. Glogirly focused in on the Dorothy's.

A, B, C, D. How lucky was Glogirly that one sister married a man named Cotter with a C and the other married a man named Davidson with a D. Dorothy Davidson, the last sister. Hooray for the front of the alphabet! Glogirly was giddy.

Dorothy married Lawrence Lee Davidson. They had three boys, Lawrence, Jeffrey and Mark. Jeffrey was born one year before Glogirly and Mark was born the year after. This meant that Glogirly's birthmother had to give up her child while her sister cared for a new baby and had another on the way. That must have been hard.


Young Glogirly' and her white gloves


Young Glogirly's pre-kindergarten class


With as easy as it was to locate addresses for the other siblings, Glogirly was surprised when she ran into roadblocks with Dorothy's address. There was no listing for Dorothy Davidson, only Lawrence Davidson. Lawrence could have been her husband, but could also have been her son. There was just no way of knowing. If she sent a letter to the Lawrence Davidson address, she just couldn't risk having a cousin, a male cousin, open the letter. It was looking like her only choice would be to send a letter to the oldest sister.

As she thought about that, Glogirly played around with the regular old Google search engine. Some people doodled when they were deep in thought. Glogirly Googled. She typed in the name of the oldest sister, Jeanette B. Cotter and San Luis Obispo, CA. Then she hit ENTER. She wasn't really expecting anything. It was just kind of busy work for her fingers as she thought about other strategies, what the letter should say, etc.

Google found an article published the previous year in the San Luis Obispo Tribune. It was a feature article about a well-loved woman in the community that worked at the local Rite Aid store. She'd been there for years. Even though she was 83, she still walked 1-3 miles every day and enjoyed working as much as she could. Her customers in the store would wait in her checkout line, even if it was the longest, just so they could say hello. Her name? Jeanette B. Cotter, the oldest sister.

Glogirly fantasized about flying to California, going to the San Luis Obispo Rite Aid store and buying a bottle of shampoo in Jeanette's checkout lane. Good sense prevailed though.

A friend once told Glogirly, "Sometimes putting your desire into the universe causes amazing things to happen." And that's just what happened. Finding this newspaper article gave Glogirly her answer. She knew right then and there that she would send her letter to Jeanette.

Now if she could just figure what to write.






Thursday, October 27, 2011

Chapter 5 - A, B, C



Hi everyone, Katie here.

Calm down. We're not done yet. Despite how chapter 4 ended, with Glogirly's discovery of her birthmother's death, the story is far from over. Now put away the kleenex and read on...





Glogirly really struggled with her discovery. To find and lose someone so quickly, in the blink of an eye, was hard to take. She was too late. Her birthmother died before she could find her. Glogirly had been living and breathing this search nearly 24 hours a day and she found herself mourning a woman she never knew. All she had of her was a birth and death record. Other than the background report, everything in-between was an empty mystery.

Even though she knew in her heart that Alice Mae Beecham was her birthmother, she needed to be absolutely certain. She needed to know not only for herself, but if she were to decide to contact the family, she HAD to be sure. Glogirly searched for more details and more family members every evening after work, every weekend, often late into the night. She had assembled a comprehensive family tree including generations back and forward. She used a large piece of black poster board sprinkled with a family tree of post-it notes. Most of the family had been easy to trace back. She even found her great, great grandparents in Dover, England. This was the first time in her life she knew her ancestral heritage.

Tracing the family forward was looking good as well. She found an address and phone number for her birthmother's oldest brother, James H. Beecham. She found his wife, Armrel. She found two sons and a daughter - Craig, Paul and victoria.. They would have been her first cousins. She found possible address records for the eldest brother's three children. Phone numbers too.

As Glogirly was piecing together the family tree, she was thinking about her end game. This search had turned into a science project of sorts. Glogirly had lost herself so deep into the details of the data, she somewhat separated herself from the emotion of it all. Eventually, she'd run out of family to search for, not to mention post-its. She had to think about what she was she going to do with all of this information. Her birthmother was gone. Did anyone else even know about her? Would they want to? It was risky. She dreamed of an Oprah-style outcome but knew there was just as much of a chance it could turn into a Jerry Springer episode.

There was a part of Glogirly that wanted to pick up the phone and dial her uncle's phone number...maybe even her cousin's. She even thought about calling and hanging up, just to hear the sound of their voice. But deep down she knew that was not the way to handle this. If she was going to pursue contact, it had to be in writing. A letter that would allow the recipient to take it all in. Something private, respectful and articulate. But to who?

Glogirly knew that if she was going to send a letter, it had to be to one of the sisters. When it came to matters of the heart, an unwed mother's pregnancy, a long lost child suddenly showing up...Glogirly just knew this was a matter meant only for the sisters.

That was a problem though. She knew the sisters' given names, she knew their birthdays, and where they were born. But she didn't know their married names. And without that information she would never find a single address.

Ancestry.com proved to be very fruitful with a variety of public records. Sadly, marriage records were few and far between. They could only be accessed in a limited number of states. For many states, California included, there was no access at all. Assuming the two sisters stayed in California as it appeared the rest of the family did, Glogirly was out of luck on marriage records. Oh she tried. She searched all the states that allowed access to marriage records. In fact, when searching Nevada she found her cousin Craig, the oldest brother's son. A Nevada wedding to a woman named Angela. Maybe a Vegas wedding.

Finding her cousin Craig and his wife Angela led to birth records for their three children. More and more family uncovered by the minute.

Glogirly had to get back on track. She needed the sisters. She had to figure out how to find their married names. She needed to get creative. Focus, Glogirly, focus.


Young Glogirly with her fancy white gloves


Doing the dishes
Young Glogirly & her adoptive mom

She had a couple of ideas.

An obituary. If Glogirly could get her hands on her birthmother's obituary, it would likely list the married names of the sisters. Yes! An Obituary! Her birthmother's death record indicated that she had died in the small California town of Coalinga. She searched the Coalinga newspaper archives online. Nothing. Coalinga was only 100 miles from the San Luis Obispo area where Glogirly had found the rest of the family. Maybe she was buried there. That local newspaper had nothing online either. She searched all the cemetary records she could find thinking that might give her some clues. Again nothing.

So Glogirly did something she had not yet resorted to in her search. She picked up the phone. Can you believe everything she had come up with so far was found entirely on her computer? Not one phone call, yet she had already unraveled a lifetime of mysteries. She called the San Luis Obispo Tribune. She was transferred from one person to another and finally another. No, there were no records that old that she could access. They told her to try the local library. So she did. She was transferred only once and didn't even have to talk to a machine. She found herself talking with a sweet woman that sounded like the stereotypical librarian from her childhood. Why YES, she could request a photocopy of a specific 1996 obituary. All she had to do was put her request in writing with a $10.00 check and send it to the library.

Done.

They were pretty busy, the librarian explained. She could expect to receive the obituary in about 4-6 weeks. 4-6 WEEKS? Why couldn't they just email her a PDF? Or just read it to her over the phone?

Glogirly is many things. But she is NOT patient. She couldn't leave her computer alone. She was obsessed with looking for the last sister.

Back to Google, Glogirly's trusted search engine friend. She found a website called PeopleFinders.com. PeopleFinders is a subscription based search engine for finding people and obtaining public records about them. It's different from Ancestry.com in that it's not really something that's used for genealogical research, but rather a way to locate more current information. Some even use it to find out where their ex-husband is living or get a criminal background report on a new boyfriend. It's a pay-to-play sort of thing. Glogirly felt a little seedy signing up for the one month trial membership. But it looked as though the information could be more up to date and relevant than much of the historical data found on Ancestry.com.

Glogirly started by searching for herself. She wanted to figure out how PeopleFinders worked and get familiar with the ways she could search for information. She found herself quite easily. Of course she knew her own name, place of residence, etc. When she looked at herself on her computer screen she saw something that got her thinking. There was a list of possible relatives next to her name. She saw her dad, her ex-husband, her current husband, her stepson, and also a couple of names that made no sense at all. Not everything was accurate, but most of it was.

Glogirly had an idea. Now this is complicated so I'm going to go slow.

First she reviewed what she had on the oldest sister:
  1. Her given name was Jeanette B. Beecham.
  2. She was born in 1924.
  3. She lived in San Luis Obispo county, California, at some point in time.

Next she pulled up the PeopleFinders advanced search window:
  1. She entered Jeanette in the box for the first name.
  2. She entered B in the box for the middle initial.
  3. She entered 1924 in the box for year of birth.
  4. She entered San Luis Obispo in the box for city of residence.
  5. She entered California in the box for the state of residence.

The only thing she left blank was the box for a last name. And then she hit ENTER.

Wow. Pages and pages of Jeanette B. Somethings in California.

Here's what Glogirly was thinking:
  1. All she had to do was click on every single Jeanette B. Something and she'd see a list of possible relatives.
  2. Next, she would search the names of those possible relatives in Ancestry.com in hopes of finding a birth record.
  3. If she found a birth record, the mother's maiden name would be revealed. (Remember the four pieces of information on the birth records? The mother's maiden name was the KEY.)
  4. If the birth record listed Beecham as the mother's maiden name, she had a match. The baby's last name on the record would be the mother's married name.

Only 18 pages of Jeanette B. Somethings to dig through. A, B, C...where to begin. She started with the A's. The first search went exactly as Glogirly predicted. A list of possible relatives appeared. She searched each of the names in Ancestry.com for birth records. Mother's maiden names all over the place. Johnson, Swift, Monroe... Birth record after birth record and not a Beecham to be found. She kept on.

The A's definitely did not have it. Neither did the B's. But then there were the C's. Cotter to be specific.

The records were confusing though. She found a Jeanette B. Cotter, a B. Jeanette Cotter, a Blanche J. Cotter and a Blanche Cotter. Some of the ages matched, but others didn't. One of the possible relatives listed for all of these name combinations was Sharon Lee Cotter. Glogrly searched for Sharon Lee Cotter's birth record.

And there it was. The mother's maiden name was Beecham. The oldest sister, Jeanette B. Beecham was Jeanette B. COTTER. Was Glogirly ever happy Jeanette didn't marry a Zimmerman!

She thought there might be more children than just Sharon Lee. She searched birth records with the last name of Cotter for the infant and Beecham for the mother's maiden name. Now she was just showing off. She was a regular private eye. In addition to Sharon Lee, there was Patrick, Michael, Richard and Candace. They all popped up right away. In fact she saw that of the five children there were two sets of twins. All four born on the 17th of the month. What are the chances of that?

Just below the birth records was a sad discovery. A death record for Richard, one of the twins. He died just three weeks after he was born.

And another death record. Charles Henry Cotter, Jeanette's husband. He passed away in 1982. This meant that Jeanette had been without her husband for 25 years.

These tragic discoveries reminded Glogirly that the data and records she was poring over were not just names, dates and places. Finding Jeanette Cotter was more than just making her way through the alphabet. Jeanette was a person. She had experienced loss and pain. These records, they represented milestones and events. Some joyful, some private and painful. These records were the mark of a family.

Glogirly shut the lid on her computer and went to bed. She thought about the heartache Jeanette must have lived with. Losing a child. Losing your partner. Glogirly felt like she was somehow intruding into the private lives of these people. She knew their birthdays, the names of their spouses and children, she knew where they had lived and where some had died. Glogirly thought alot about whether she was crossing the boundaries of privacy. She needed to pause and make sure she was doing the right thing.






Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Chapter 4 - Four Hours




Hi everyone, Katie here.

Well the story continues. Are you hooked yet? Do you want to know how it all turns out? Even a fresh package of salmon couldn't buy ME off. My kitty lips are sealed. You're just going to have to read on...





Glogirly cancelled every meeting she had, begged favors from coworkers to cover for her and shut her office door. She pulled up Ancestry.com on her computer and dug in. Sam from Kansas had given her a name. Was Glogirly the Beecham baby? She hoped her self-taught crash course in genealogy would help her find the answer.


Young Glogirly
Santa Maria, California


Glogirly started by looking for her would-be grand parents. (her birthmother's parents) She found a number of Beecham's but none that were born the right year in the right state. None were matching the details of the background report.

The Ancestry.com search engine pulled up anything that was even remotely close to Glogirly's inquiry, resulting in pages and pages of results. The search resluts appeared on the computer screen with limited details in list form. Each result had a link to open up the full item. Census records, birth records, death records and more, all mixed up together...there was much to sort through.

She found a Richard H. Buchman in the 1930 census. He was born in Wisconsin. Check. He was the right age, 40-years-old in 1930. Check. But the name wasn't right. Just two letters off from Beecham. The record showed a wife and three others living in the household. Two young children and one 21-year-old. Glogirly had found that servants or live-in boarders were often listed last on census reports. This 21-year-old may not even be a family member.

Hmmmm. It wasn't a full on match, but something told Glogirly to keep looking at this family.

She reviewed the details of the family members she was looking for:
  1. A man born 1889-1900 in Wisconsin, of English ancestry. In 1930 he would be 40 or 41-years-old.
  2. A wife, 32 or 33-years-old, born in Indiana.
  3. A daughter, 5 or 6-years-old.
  4. A son, 3 or 4-years-old.
  5. A son, 1 or 2-years old.
Remember, the other two girls, a sister and Glogirly's birthmom were not yet born. These details were all straight out of the background report and as far as she knew, they were accurate. She had checked her math 20 times in order to come up with the ages she was looking for based on the ages of each family member at the time of Glogirly's birth.

Even though the name was off and number of children didn't add up for this Buchman family, she clicked on the link to view the actual hand-written census report. Up until this point she was just reading the abbreviated information that had been transposed from the original census document into the Ancestry.com database. Now she was looking at the real deal. The handwritten census report from 1930.


The actual census report
1930, Arroyo Grande, CA - San Luis Obispo County


There was Buchman right at the top. But WAIT. The census worker who wrote this report had very fancy, cursive handwriting. She zoomed in on Buchman. Oh my God. That was not Buchman with a U. It was Beechman with an EE. Richard H. Beecham. His wife was Nevah B, 32-years-old. Match. He was of English descent, she was born in Indiana. Match. Match. Richard's occupation was listed as highway construction. Another match. The children were always listed in chronological order from oldest to youngest. Servants and boarders listed last. First listed was Jeanette B, a 5-year-old girl. Match. Then James H, a 3-year-old boy. Match. Last was Frederich, a 21-year-old...son??? WAIT. It was the fancy, cursive handwriting again. The 21 was not 21 at all. It was a 2. A 2-year-old boy. MATCH!

Closeup detail
Large circle shows Richard H. Buchman is actually Richard H. Beecham
Small circle shows Frederick is 2-years-old, not 21


All this and they lived in Arroyo Grande, California, San Luis Obispo County. A quick Google search verified the closest large town was Santa Barbara. That's where Glogirly was born and given up for adoption. That's where the closest Children's Home Society adoption agency would have been located.

Glogirly's heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest. Now she just had to find the two missing children. But they were born in the 1930's. Without access to the 1940 census report, how would she ever find them? How could she verify that the Beecham's had two more daughters? And that Glogirly was the Beecham baby?

Think, Glogirly, Think. If you can't use a census report, what CAN you use to find the identity of someone. She thought about Sam from Kansas and the birth records he had sent her. She remembered the four pieces of information each birth record contained:
  1. Name of infant
  2. Date of birth
  3. County
  4. Mother's maiden name
By now, Glogirly had been in touch with her cousin Lisa, the genealogy expert. Glogirly shared what she had found and they were feverishly searching in tandem. They needed the mother's maiden name if they were going to search birth records for the two missing children and know for certain they had the right ones.

Glogirly searched for the three oldest children, the ones listed on the census report - Jeanette, Richard and Frederick. Easy peasy. They were all right there. Most important, each had the same Mother's maiden name - Arthur. Nevah B from the census report had to have been Nevah B. Arthur.

Again Glogirly and her cousin Lisa were typing, talking and searching at warp speed. 2000 miles apart but together on the phone.

Glogirly pulled up the search window for California birth records. She left the first name of the child she was searching for blank and typed Beecham into the box for the last name. Her creative math told her that the next sister was born between July 1932-July 1933. She selected 1933 +/- 1 year. She was loving how exact you could get with the search parameters. For county, she typed San Luis Obispo, the same county from the census report. For the state, California. And finally, for mother's maiden name, Arthur. Fingers crossed. That was all she had. She hit enter.

Just as the search results came up on Glogirly's computer, Lisa called again. She had done the same. She found them! And so had Glogirly. Lisa read aloud the details they were both looking at. Glogirly read along silently.

Dorothy Lucille Beecham. Born May 3, 1933 in San Luis Obispo county. Mother's Maiden Name, Arthur. The same maiden name as the other siblings. MATCH. Dorothy was the missing sister.

Just a couple of lines below Dorothy, Glogirly spotted Alice. Alice Mae Beecham. Born December 26, 1936 in San Luis Obispo county. Mother's maiden name, Arthur. It was her. It was really her. Glogirly's birthmother.

The very next line was a death record. Alice Mae Beecham. Date of birth: December 26, 1936. Date of death: May 5, 1996. She was 59-years-old.

In the time it took to read just a couple of lines, a few seconds really, Glogirly found her birthmother, and then lost her. She was too late.

It took Glogirly only 4 hours to find them all. Four hours she will never forget. Four hours that would change her life forever.