I had a strange and interesting experience this year. I didn't have a copy of my birth certificate until I searched in earnest after I retired. I was shocked to find my mother's name listed as Rose Waidler, because I was raised as a foster child by a Waidler family, who never told me anything about my mother.

Last June I attended the Waidler family reunion. Among the new “cousins” (pictured below, left to right: standing are Jim Stayton and Bob Waidler, seated are Willis Waidler, Robert J. Waidler and Ray Waidler) was a young lady, Lyn. We had a strange feeling we'd known each other before and the people there remarked that we looked alike. Lyn was determined to find my history.