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Exploring The Family Tree -A Story of Healing and Surviving

Written By FaithRMichaels:

My father was one of the stolen Georgia Tann Babies.
He wasn't famous..did not get adopted out to a rich actress nor a wealthy affluent family.
The depth of horror he must have endured as a child wasn't known to me until our local paper ran an article concerning the Georgia Tann unmarked baby graves.
They were looking for donations for Gravestones for the murdered children of Georgia Tann.

 Has I read the article.. I was filled with a deep compassion for those murdered children.
So many were unknown graves..no names for the  lost stolen babies.
I wondered who they were and as that happened....
I began to wonder about my own genetic identity.
It really had not been important till that moment or so I had always told myself..
Perhaps it's the gray hairs that began to show up in my mirror on my head.
Perhaps it was the fact that after my brothers death,my dads death,and my moms death,
I felt alone.
Somehow reading that article brought all of this emotional stuff to the surface.

Oh I have a wonderful family.
Beautiful grown children,and wonderful grandchildren. 
Great longtime friends and lots of love from a wonderful man.
It's been a rough life,but a good rich life in many ways.
But I felt alone.
It defied logic.
It defied the reality of my loving family.
So as I read that article on those stolen babies unmarked graves; I began to wonder..who is my family? Who were my grandparents on my dads side of my family?
On my moms side?
And just what is my real biological last name supposed to be?
My last name given at birth belonged to a man who adopted my dad.
 A man who had a steel plate in his head and was quite the abuser; according to some of the stories I was told.
A man I had never met and never wanted to know.

You see I grew up without extended family.
We rarely saw any cousins, and all other grandparents died before I was three years old.

My mother was always in an lifelong feud with her side of the family.
Needless to say I did not see that family branch often and when I did I was more than glad when the stressful relative encounter was over.

My dad did manage to reconnect to his biological family.
but his mom had remarried and had another family.
My dad had lots of half brothers and sisters he never got to grow up with.
He didn't hang around with them long, nor did he stay connected to them during my childhood.
I met them maybe three times in my life.
  Truly I do not believe that he ever got over the experience of him and his brother being stolen out of his moms yard by strangers and whisked away to a horror house at a young age.

 I'm writing  a book on the exact details of who,did this,how,and whatever else shows up regarding the experience.
 Georgia Tann stole a part of my ancestral identity from me and my brother before I was even born.
 My childhood was filled with the abuse that Georgia Tann's horror house had inflicted on my father as a child.
 I now know he had PTSD.
I didn't know that then.
He never could banish his demons.
He lost the war for his wellness
My brother and I paid the price all our lives of the effects of being the descendants of one Georgia Tann stolen baby adoption ring.
So did my mother.

It took years for me to forgive my father for what he did to us.
I did not see him for 20 yrs.
 I found out through an insurance company letter that he had died.
That's been 7 or so years ago.

I wanted to know, no...had to know who my relatives were,
and what my biological name was supposed to be.
Feeling the need to reconnect to family,to myself was growing strong in me.
Never felt the need for that connection till now.
The feeling surprised me.

Another interesting thing happened
 In that moment of exploring who Georgia Tann was and what that home did to children..
then realizing what my father must have endured as a child.
One day while sitting on a porch  listening to nature and feeling the winds of a beautiful day on my face..
for the very first time..compassion for my father as a abused tormented scared lost child washed over me.
That's when I knew.
I stopped the abuse cycle on my side of the family.
I did not pass that horror onto my children.
Love won! against huge overwhelming odds
For the very first time I could let it all go.

I'm currently discovering the family tree on Ancester.com and finding out what a diverse genetic background that flows in my veins.
It's wonderful.

Find out about Georgia Tann Babythief
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My deep gratitude to those who helped me along my journey.. I love you all..
 and to Kimberly Talboo for all her help on my family tree.. couldn't have done it without you.
Thank you