On Friday I received a letter from the Alabama Office of Vital Records. This was in response to my $35.50 request to receive a copy of my dad's birth certificate so I could see who my grandmother listed as the father.
Before opening the letter I said a little prayer asking God to prepare me for whatever I might read.
This is what the letter said:
CERTIFICATE OF FAILURE TO FIND
STATE OF ALABAMA
DEPARTMENT OF PUBLIC HEALTH
CENTER FOR HEALTH STATISTICS
OFFICE OF VITAL RECORDS
August 4, 2010
I certify that a diligent search of the records in my custody has been completed for the years 1920 - 1934, and no certificate of live birth was found to exist for LEWIS MOTON MAHONE, born July 22, 1926 in Macon County, Alabama, to SAMANTHA CASTON
Signed by Catherine Molchan Donald
State Registrar of Vital Statistics
Another dead end.
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Showing posts with label Mahones. Show all posts
Saturday, August 07, 2010
Monday, August 02, 2010
Secrets and Lies
On Sunday, while on Facebook, I was befriended by someone with the same last name. It piqued my curiosity so I explored his page and discovered a "Mahone" family reunion coming up in August. How cool, I thought since I've never been to a family reunion on my father's side. But first, I had to confirm that I was related to this group of Mahones.
What I discovered in the hours following that had my head spinning and left more questions than answers.
I called my cousin in Maryland. She dropped a bombshell. My dad wasn't really a Mahone because the man I had known as "Grandpa Joe" wasn't really his father or my grandfather. Joseph Mahone apparently died about six weeks after my Uncle James was born---and my Uncle James was born nine years before my dad was born.
I will admit that about 30 years ago my Uncle James did mention something about him raising my daddy because he didn't have a daddy but Uncle James liked to drink so I heard what he said but wasn't really listening.
The journalist in me now wishes I had been doing more than listening and that I had grilled him on what the truth was.
I have no idea what my daddy knew or didn't know because he never talked about a father. Whatever he did know he took with him to his grave when he passed away in 1983.
That secret and whatever lies are associated with my dad's birth have also been buried with my grandmother and her siblings because they are all now dead as well.
What in the world could've been going in in 1925-26?
What I discovered in the hours following that had my head spinning and left more questions than answers.
I called my cousin in Maryland. She dropped a bombshell. My dad wasn't really a Mahone because the man I had known as "Grandpa Joe" wasn't really his father or my grandfather. Joseph Mahone apparently died about six weeks after my Uncle James was born---and my Uncle James was born nine years before my dad was born.
I will admit that about 30 years ago my Uncle James did mention something about him raising my daddy because he didn't have a daddy but Uncle James liked to drink so I heard what he said but wasn't really listening.
The journalist in me now wishes I had been doing more than listening and that I had grilled him on what the truth was.
I have no idea what my daddy knew or didn't know because he never talked about a father. Whatever he did know he took with him to his grave when he passed away in 1983.
That secret and whatever lies are associated with my dad's birth have also been buried with my grandmother and her siblings because they are all now dead as well.
What in the world could've been going in in 1925-26?
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