Do you remember me talking about my search to find which man was my actual biological father? The man my mother was married to signed away his parental rights, but said he was not my father. His family thought the guy named Westberry who she was having a fling with was my father. His family knew nothing about it. When I saw the photo of him with his own mother, I said no way I was his daughter. Their bone structure and coloring were really more Native American than anything I could relate it to, not mine at all.
Well, having my DNA test done at MyHeritageDNA did not yield any clues. I got nothing closer than possible 3rd cousins and more distant, not one Westberry in the entire bunch, very few Fullers or Jewetts (Bobby Fuller's mother's maiden name). So, my husband said maybe it was another man, someone she just slept with, considering her tumultuous home life and emotional issues and alcohol abuse-both her parents were alcoholics and so was she. So, he said when Ancestry had a discount on their DNA test, I should do theirs because their database is the largest of them all. So, I did. What happened next sent me down a whole new rabbit hole.
They said I had matches. The closest match, with "extreme confidence" (meaning great certainty), was a 1st cousin. FIRST cousin! That means our parents were siblings. So, Tom contacted her. Funny thing. Her mother, Ann Plummer, is dead and she was not 100% sure of her father's name. She said she thought it was Robert Plummer, a mortician in Miami in the 50's. Well, shocker. My grandfather owned funeral homes then, that was the family business. My mother's two best high school friends' families were in that business as well. More digging and my investigator husband found someone linked to a funeral home, now defunct, named Plummer, but not Robert, Joseph. He called. He spoke to this Joseph Plummer, who is probably in his 80's. Plummer had a brother, Lawrence, now deceased, who was the main guy in charge of that funeral home, started by none other than their father, Joseph Plummer, Sr and my grandfather! So, we are still following clues. Looks like I am neither a Fuller nor a Westberry but probably a Plummer. My head is spinning right now, as you can imagine.
So, poor June, like many abused girls, was promiscuous and probably doesn't even remember all the boys she had "knowledge" of back then. She said I was Westberry's kid because she was in love with him and wanted to marry him, but he was a real womanizer as well as an alcoholic and he ditched her, so that ploy did not work.
We have good cover ground ,and habitat for them. Hopefully it's enough.
On both accounts. Nice looking machine. Looking forward to seeing what you can create with it.
