ok, i have a story to tell...it is a long story. i was born into a family where norma was the mother and clyde was the father. they had 6 children. i was number 4 of the six. we lived in florida till i was 12, then my family moved to california. i was very close to daddy, never close to mama. when i was 17 daddy died. i stayed in california, the 2 remaining kids at home and mama moved back to florida. my oldest sister made a visit to florida when i was about 32. i picked her up from the airport upon her return and i said "how do you like my new reddish hair, now i look just like daddy!"....my sister said "clyde is not your daddy, lets go to the bar".....while in florida an aunt unloaded a couple of skeltons...both me and the sister 14 months younger than me were not daddys children. seems mama was having a grand old time while daddy was working.....when mama turned up pregnant with me, daddy told the biological father (walt)....your eggs are in my egg basket, so those eggs now belong to me". (meaning he was raising me as his own)... walt was a young man of only 17 and scared, so he ran off and joined the navy.....she also said my little sister had yet a different father. (mama was quite the woman)......this news totally devastated me....as i worshipped clyde (my daddy). after dropping my sister off, i went home, ran a hot bath, got a bottle of wine and settled into the tub for a good cry. my husband at the time came in to see what was wrong...i told him, and he said yes i know, your daddy told me years ago.!!! all my aunts and uncles and cousins and my husband had all known for years!!!
i got the name of the man and would go to the library and make copies of phone book pages around the country..i made a notebook of these. they didn't have computers back then, and long distance calls were too expensive for me....so i had my phonebook pages to look through. i did this for years. i then divorced and moved to florida. at a family members funeral, one of my cousins said i know how to reach walt. he has 4 daughters in georgia. he contacted one of the daughters and she called me. she was no longer in touch with him, but gave me his last known address.....he lives about30-45 minutes away from me! i called him up and asked if he remembered norma, he said he did and had known i would contact him someday. at this time i was 48 and he was 65. we met for lunch the next day. pics of my daughters and pics of his daughters could be sisters. there was an instant bond. his stepson owns a dna company, so walt said, i dont feel the need for a dna, but if you want one, we will do it. i favor him so much, our daughters look like sisters...no, i dont need one either. so, for the last 13 years we have gotten to fish together, visit and have a great time together. both of us are now in bad health, so i dont see him as much as i would like....but i love having my father now...and have even more respect for daddy...i always thought i was his favorite. so that is my story about finding my bio dad...should have been on the maury povich show or something. i was so happy about finding my own father that i found my little sisters father too. she has met his family, but they are not close like me and my dad.
I'm only a little bit that way; my daughter on the other hand
If there's a wrinkle in the rug it MUST be straightened!
....has left me in many areas.......life it just too short to be cleaning all the time. I did however get that gene from my Dad......goodness.......now he....was OCD. 
Wanda, thanks for sharing your story. Elf, I know I owe you a comment too, so waffle iron.
