QuietCool's
Adoption Story
I was born in November 1945 in a small city of Rockland, Maine in a home for unwed mothers on Orange Street. I was born John Wesley Johnson last name being my mothers maiden name. My biological father was Robert Wesley Sprague. My mother decided at the time that she did not want to marry my father and when my step-father returned back from the Service my mother married him.
In 1951 my stepfather adopted me and my name was changed to John Wesley Gamage the name I carry today. I never knew that I was adopted and that I had at this time had brothers and sisters from my biological father and that my sister and brothers I had from my stepfather were not legally my full sister and brothers.
Later on in life when I was a teenager, I found out through the grapevine (and my grandmother and mother let it slip out) that I was adopted, although throughout my years I had this eerie feeling that all was not right. I knew somehow something was missing in my life..I did once in the course of several years after I had found out, my mother one night decided to call my real father on the phone. I remember vaguely that I did talk to him. He told me that Mom told him not to bother her after she remarried. I do know that for the first two years of my life he paid for my well being. He, being a gentleman, granted my wishes that my mother wanted. I could go into details of my life and how it has affected me but this would be a long story.
I once remember, after being married myself, I had sent my real father pictures of his grandchildren at that time, but I never heard from him, so I assumed he didn’t care. Unknown to me at this time was that his wife never told him or gave him my letter or pictures.
I remember once when I was a teenager I met this lovely girl and we set up a date for the movies. In the course of meeting her I asked her what her name was and where she was from. She had told me at that time her name was Roberta Sprague, and I asked her who her father was and she replied, "Robert Sprague". Needless to say I had met my sister and didn’t know it then. And, no, we never did have that date. My father now lives on a small island off the coast of Maine called North Haven.
Later down the road when I got into Computers I created a web page called Quietcool’s Wishbook of Dreams. It tells our story about a Dream we had for almost 30 years and we kept that dream and fulfilled that dream and we are living it today. After this dream had been forfilled I added a new dream to my page and it is that somehow someway before I die or my real father should die that I could meet him face to face it has been 54 years and we have never personally met. Oh yes I have picked up that phone only to lay it down, dropped the pen again not writing and I have always had this feeling of Gee I might be rejected, he may not want to see me. So this is my dream and maybe God willing I will pick up that phone, write that letter and maybe get to see him just once and meet my other brothers and sisters on that small island off the coast of Maine.
QuietCool
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