The Evolution of Atlas: A Breeding (and Chat) Thread

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I found an interview with Bobby Fuller's mother, Jennie Jewett Fuller, on Youtube, of all places, talking about growing up in Cuba with her brother, Miles. They were not Cuban, but had dual citizenship at the time and owned about 2000 acres in Cuba, which were all confiscated.

I met my older sister, supposedly my half sister, born when my mother was 16, forced marriage type thing they did in the 50's. But, she died three years later, Bobby's cousin told me they suspect her husband murdered her, but I can't get any information on that investigation, if there even is a formal one. This was a very dysfunctional family, my mother's. The Fullers were a big, hard-working, close family, very different. I met Bobby's sister, Grace, very nice to me, but she has passed away recently, too. I also met June's two high school friends and got some disturbing information from them as well. They are also under the impression that I am a Westberry, another dysfunctional family.

And the lawsuit that was won after my sister died:
http://articles.sun-sentinel.com/20...6_1_cuban-government-cuban-spy-wrongful-death
http://www.cuban-exile.com/doc_226-250/doc0245.html

 

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This is Wade Westberry, alcoholic womanizer, and his mother, Anna Mae Waters. No resemblance to either.

Bobby Fuller as a young guy. Well, he was always young since he died at 25. My older son with his picture.

Me with Bobby. I was about 33 in that picture, I think, trying to get closer to his age for comparison.

 

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Are any of Wade Westberry's children alive? A DNA test from one of them, and one from you, should tell the tale.

 

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Are any of Wade Westberry's children alive? A DNA test from one of them, and one from you, should tell the tale.

Well, yes, but that would be tricky. None of them knew I existed. They are all over the U.S. There was the oldest son, Wade, Jr. who has been in prison in CA. I have his phone #, but I don't want to got that route. There is a daughter in VA, daughter in Arkansas, another son somewhere, but they all stay away from each other, had different mothers, and hated their father. In fact, we spoke with Wade's wife at the time of the affair, the mother of Wade, Jr, and she knew nothing about me, only that he was seeing June at some point. I am leery of getting too close to that family, to tell the truth. I'd rather find out this information from a distance, a long distance. I just want to know who my father is to a better degree of certainty than just comparing similarities in photos or listening to rumors. The last thing I want is family on my doorstep. I'm sorry if that sounds bad, but unless you were adopted and had zero clue about your biological family until you were in your 40's, it's hard to imagine how I feel about it all.

On top of that, I could have known much sooner. My adoptive father sat on my birth name until after my adoptive mother died and by then, my biological mother had been dead for 9 years. He said he had no idea who they were, only told me some vague details, but he lied. And if you've gleaned anything about me, you know I cannot abide being lied to or about, especially from those who should never lie to you about anything.

 

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Wow. What a history!

I'm thinking it would be to the daughter's advantage that you NOT find out that you are his daughter...financially anyhow.

 

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It would be great if any of the Westberry's would just send in dna samples from long distance....Maybe if you offered to pay for the tests.

Of course, if you're not there to witness it, who knows if they'd be honest about what they're sending in.

 

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You see, the Westberrys were dysfunctional. I have the newspaper obit for Wade Westberry, Sr., who some say is my father. The obit says he is survived by one daughter in Arkansas, who I believe is his youngest child, Candice. I know for a fact he has another daughter and two sons, but no mention of them at all. That's how dysfunctional they are. The Fullers, on the other hand, were a big, boisterous close-knit family who tried to help my mother when she was having trouble, even when she and Bobby were not together. She lived in an apartment over the garage of their large home with my older sister, a toddler at the time.

Later, according to my mother's two high school friends, she went into a dark depression when she gave birth to me-her alcoholic mother insisted she could not come home with "that baby" so she reluctantly signed the papers, but went to the nursery to see me and I was already gone. She was not even told the sex of the baby, the two friends said. She called them, very upset about that. Later, she became a raging, public drunk. I saw a disturbing the peace arrest report on her in public records after she married some guy who was in the funeral home business (that was the family business), a George King. My sister claimed to be molested by that man, the two friends said June was molested by her own drunken father, etc, etc. The drama just does not end! So, Dysfunction Junction is my birthplace, I guess. But, I keep saying I am not a product of my upbringing or my DNA. I never had any inclination to be "in" a family, just to know who to blame for my face, my thinning hair and my thyroid malfunction, LOL. To know who you look like is something that eluded me most all my life. Now, I know, at least on my mom's side.

 

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Cynthia, my little brother is adopted. My parents went through an adoption agency, and were issued a new birth certificate when the adoption was finalized, so we have no idea who his parents were.

When he was in his late 20's - early 30's he was living with this gal that went online trying to track down his biological parents. When he found out, he hit the ceiling. He told her there are some thing that a person should not know, they don't need to know, and are better off not knowing. He considered his biological parents to be in that category.

I have an adopted daughter. Her grandmother was in, and out of mental institutions most of her adult life. We didn't find that out until later. Her mother was bipolar, and a druggie. My adopted daughter has turned out to be bipolar, and a druggie. Not even her mother knew who the father was. All she would say was that there were two potential fathers. She took their names to the grave with her. A man did show up a couple years ago claiming to be her dad. He had major drinking, and drug problems, and was apparently hoping she had money. I don't think they did a DNA test. She sent him on his way.

 

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Blame EVERYTHING on ALL of them, even if you don't know who they all are. Dang, that works.

 

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Cynthia, my little brother is adopted. My parents went through an adoption agency, and were issued a new birth certificate when the adoption was finalized, so we have no idea who his parents were.

When he was in his late 20's - early 30's he was living with this gal that went online trying to track down his biological parents. When he found out, he hit the ceiling. He told her there are some thing that a person should not know, they don't need to know, and are better off not knowing. He considered his biological parents to be in that category.

I have an adopted daughter. Her grandmother was in, and out of mental institutions most of her adult life. We didn't find that out until later. Her mother was bipolar, and a druggie. My adopted daughter has turned out to be bipolar, and a druggie. Not even her mother knew who the father was. All she would say was that there were two potential fathers. She took their names to the grave with her. A man did show up a couple years ago claiming to be her dad. He had major drinking, and drug problems, and was apparently hoping she had money. I don't think they did a DNA test. She sent him on his way.

As far as your brother's opinion, it's my RIGHT to know who I come from, my absolute right. I don't have to associate with them. But, it also may make where you ended up look so much better than where you could have been. My parents had their issues, but they were not drinkers or drug users and worked hard to support us, even if my father was a master manipulator of information.