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And so the search begins

I guess my life was as average as anyone else’s. I lived with mum, dad and my young brother in Swan View, on a long unsealed road with 8 houses and about 400 snakes. We had great views over Perth and across to the National Park.  I had the usual scraps, lost skin, broken arm but luckily no snake bites.

I went to school at Brown Park (Swan View), Midvale, Midland and West Midland. Then, at 16, I joined the Navy as an apprentice electrical fitter. I met my ‘wife to be’ in Nowra NSW where we started our family of 3 children. I left the Navy after 20 years service, and we settled back in Perth where my wife and I both worked, kids grew up, got jobs and moved out to start their own independent lives.

Dad died in 1988 and mum died in 1999.

A few years later,  my wife and I visited the War Museum in Canberra, where we discovered we could order copies of our parents military records. I put in an order for dad’s RAAF records from WW2, and these arrived home in March 2002.

As I read through his records, I discovered dad had been in the UK for more than a year before I was born. The penny dropped. My dad was not my father.

The following day, I phoned mum’s brother, mum’s cousin, and 2 old close family friends of mum and dad’s. I said the same thing to each of them; “I’ve just read through dad’s RAAF records and discovered he was not my father”.  Their answers were all very similar; “What !!  Didn’t they ever tell you?”  It seems everyone knew, except me. But unfortunately, none of them knew who my father was.

So there I was.  A 59 year old who had just discovered he didn’t know who his father was, and there was no one to give me the answers.

For all those years, my mother had kept the secret from me, and yet inadvertently, 12 years before she died, she gave me a cartooning book which was destined to be the key to unlocking the secret 4 years after she died.

Ahead of me now was a dimly lit corridor which would soon open up, revealing events and people I could never have imagined existed. A whole new world which had been there all the time, but kept from me………………

Hidden family

A brief post I made a few years ago was about “hidden adoption” and the joys subsequently denied to family members.

I’ve received a lot of the positive feedback on  the posting.  So I’m posting it again (below) in the hope it may be read by those who have knowledge, and are in a position to cause some happiness

It might just unite family members who are not aware of each others existence.

It may also open up essential knowledge on family health history.

Please, if you know someone who may relate to this post, use social media to link them to it.



I have condensed an extremely long story into just a few words…………….


I had a normal family life; Mum, Dad, Brother, School, holidays, friends, jobs, cars, marriage, kids, good-times, bad-times, mortgage etc.

Three years after Mum died (Dad died first); I discovered Dad was not my biological Father. I asked the few remaining relatives and friends of Mums and they all said much the same thing, “What, didn’t they ever tell you?” It seems most knew this secret except my brother and me.

Research revealed who my real Father was (Basil), and he was still alive. I made contact and, over the next couple of years, enjoyed many outings with him at a local pub for fish and chips and two glasses of Guinness. Basil asked me not to make contact with his two sons who lived nearby.

He had little contact with my Mother after I was born, and didn’t know why I hadn’t been told. It seemed nobody alive knew why I wasn’t told.

Basil died a couple of years later and I finally met my two brothers. At Basil’s wake, I learnt a lot about many family members, most long deceased, and some alive. I call that day “Four cousins and a funeral”, when I was welcomed into my newfound extended family.

I’ll never know the real reason for not being told, and people have asked me how I feel about the whole scenario. I guess my only emotion is of mild anger and sadness for not being told, because it denied me half a lifetime of potential contact with an extended family. Years of family interaction opportunities lost. Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Nephews, and Nieces never met, never known.


So my request to you is; if you know anybody who is holding such a secret, PLEASE ask them to reconsider and tell those involved. Pressure them to reveal all information so that family connections can be made, giving people the opportunity to enjoy family relations.

Regardless of the circumstances, ask them not to deny family members the knowledge they are entitled to, the knowledge to make their own decisions.



Over to you……………..

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