Marcia’s Story Part One

This is the tale of a girl, a little Jewish girl, who set off to find her lineage and discovered she is fifth cousins once removed from Rush Limbaugh.

This is the story of Marcia, friend #3, and how she found her birth parents. I won’t do it justice, but she never wrote it up for you and she lost the rights to her story. I might just tell everything wrong to annoy her. I’m sure she’ll correct me in the comments.

Marcia was adopted by a Jewish family in Saint Louis some fifty-odd years ago. Information was limited about her biological mother. The adoption had been run by a lawyer, it took place in Salem Illinois, and Marcia’s aunt said the mother was Jewish. No one knew anything else. Sometime after I met her, around twenty years ago, Marcia’s adoptive mom died and Marcia went to look at the records in Salem Illinois. She looked for her birth-date and found an adoption of one Linda Sue H_____, who was presented to Marcia’s parents. (I would spell out the last name, but suffice it to say she was not Linda Sue H______stein.)

This killed my theory, which was that Marcia’s aunt was her real (Marcia’s term) “bio-Mom.”

At some point this last year, Illinois opened their adoption records. Adopted children could see their birth certificates. Marcia sent for hers, and it came back with bio-Mom’s name. A little research on the internet and Marcia found great details about bio-Mom, bio-Mom’s noble hertiage back twelve generations, etc., and bio_Mom’s address. A letter went to bio-Mom.

Thus began the first of the Facebook “Holy crap!” statuses. “Holy crap! I just got a phone call from my birth mother!”

They met, and that’s where Marcia’s blue eyes are from, and the mother had been waiting her whole life to hear from Marcia. It was very sweet. Bio-mom and Dad had been dating, and there was an event in which bio-Mom “thanked” bio-Dad for getting her car started. “She thanked hin in the most natural way possible,” as Marcia said, and there was a “Wardrobe Malfunction.” I am living proof of the failure of the rhythm method myself, so I feel we have a bond.

This killed my second theory, which was that Marcia’s adoptive dad was her biological father, since this girl had lived close to his photo studio.

Bio-Mom is very religious. She asked Marcia at one point, “Do you know the Lord?”

“I know OF Him,” I would have said, if I were there and if I were Marcia, but I am not and I was not there. Instead, Marcia said, “Well you gave me to a Jewish couple, so I’m Jewish.”

The bio-Mom has not told her family of this indiscretion with the boy in the Big City, and she never had any other children. She has been filling Marcia in on important topics like family health history (perfect) and important relatives (Rush! Limbaugh! Ahahahah!) and … Bio-Dad’s name.

That’s Part Two, tomorrow.