Wednesday, April 22, 2009

52 Pieces of Me Part 3


I am adopted. I was born in San Diego on June 19, 1949 at the Door of Hope. My birth name was Patricia Ann Williams. Seems odd doesn’t it. Now I am totally someone different. Anyways, I was adopted at the age of 6 weeks to a wonderful couple, Joe and Fern Hann. I found my birth mom in the mid ‘90s and the ironic thing is that the sister she was staying with right before she went to the Door of Hope was named Cheryl. Also, I have a brother – Gary in my adopted family and a brother Gary in my birth family. 2 brothers named Gary, go figure. Heck the reason my mom named me Charyl with an “a” is so that both Gary and I would have “ary” in our names.

We had an 8 year old neighbor boy who announced my arrival in style. Albert went door to door all over the neighborhood telling everyone that the Hann’s have a new baby.

My birth mom said she had a hard time turning in the relinquishment papers and held on to them for about 6 weeks. She had been assured I would be adopted quickly. Guess that they were right since I was placed that same week.

Being adopted has never been an issue for me. I have always known and accepted it. My parents read me a book when I was little called the Chosen Baby. I grew up thinking my parents had gone to the baby store and walked up and down the aisles checking out all the babies and picked me because they thought I was the best one. How is that for a self esteem boast.

Angel Sleeping


I saw this graphic the other day and thought about something my oldest daughter HJ told me about my little 22 month old granddaughter, Kyleigh. HJ told Kyleigh it was time to go to bed the other night. Kyleigh was just fresh from her bath. She ran into the bedroom, laid down on her changing pad, butt up in the air and started pretending to snore. So, when does a 22 month old learn to pretend to snore? I just don’t get it but I sure did laugh.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

52 Pieces of Me Part 2


I love photography. I love to take pictures. I always have and always will. I remember back when I was a teenager I always had my camera with me. I was historian in school and various social clubs. Always took my camera on dates, ok, when the date was a picnic, the beach or up to the mountains to play in the snow.

I had “take a photography class” on my to-do list since I was about 20. Finally took that class last year. Only 39 years late. I plan to take the next class at the Tech school as soon as I can fit it in. I am trying to teach myself Photoshop but it is slow going. I will learn and conquer.

I have to laugh at my newer daughter/son in laws when they join the family. They basically tell the other to get used to getting their picture taken ‘cuz she (me) is never going to change. J They adjust and on a good day even smile when I aim the camera at them. My kids and grandkids, well, they just take the camera for granted. Mom/Grandma takes pictures. What else is new?


Friday, March 27, 2009

Happy Birthday Thomas




Happy Belated 6th
Birthday Thomas!!!!