The first letter was written by my Dad. I was a sulky, despondent teenager without a good word to say about anybody or anything. On the other hand, I cared passionately about causes and was cute
Though not as cute as I was in my father’s famous to some letter upon adopting me. As you can see he was a bit more enthused in the second letter.
Though later I would proudly call my parents my friends.
I never called him “Pa” in my life. Loved to call my mother “Ma.” things. The thought was repugnant.
Happy Birthday dear Pia
Wishing you a happy 16th year—not only on July 19th but for the whole year—and always.
Tradition has it that the 16th birthday is a sort of milestone in a young girl’s road of live. I suppose it is so. We are both very happy for you–and for us because you are a lovely girl.
The past 16 years have been very good for our family. We had good health, enjoyed many things and had good times together. Of course there were disagreements between us–but looking back, they were minor and unimportant–part of all of us growing up.
Mom and I love you very much and are very proud to be your parents. You have brought us much happiness–and are looking forward to the next 16 years. W have tried to direct and give you the experiences which we thought would better prepare you for this kind of world
We know that you are kind, gentle and have a good heart–and we love you for it
Fortified with this kind of character we are expecting a beautiful future for you.
You were a pretty baby, a good baby and a happy baby. You gave us so much pleasure watching you grow to a beautiful lady…..graduating from high school, then perhaps college, than along the way–marriage then children. Of course there will be pebbles, rocks and holes along the road—but we hope that you are prepared for them—and Sweetie pie, lots and lots of love and kisses.
Mom and Pop
don’t know exactly what to call this story, or really where
to begin. Suppose that I start near the end which is a
new beginning,— for Marion and me.
The phone rang at 8 p.m. on Wednesday, November l5th. It was
our caseworker. We were waiting 4 years for this call at
last it came. She told Marion that there is a little baby girl, who is ready for adoption. Marion gripped the phone tighter,
her heart beat faster,– she let out a soft “oh”, I gathered
what the call was about, we had to sit down to control ourselves -â€” Marion whispered “Itâ€™s a girl” â€” we smiled at each other, and words were non-existent. But we both knew that we were glad that it was a girl. As a matter of fact, we realized right then and there that we really preferred a girl. The agency had asked us several times, at different interviews, whether we preferred a boy or a girl â€” but we never gave a definite preference.
The caseworker told us that the baby is about 3~2 months old, weighed 7 pounds, 4 ounces at birth, and had fair features. She asked us if we would like to meet the baby and get acquainted with her. We readily agreed, and arranged to meet the caseworker, tomorrow at 10 a.m., at the New Rochelle office. The whole conversation lasted a minute, her voice sounded as if she was very pleased in giving us this news.
That night â€” sleep was out of the question. We knew that something great was going to happen to us. Our thoughts were about the baby
ys remain that way. Now, we were in the process of adding another to us. What could this baby add to our happiness? â€” could there be more happiness than we have experienced? Perhaps we are inviting heartaches or aggravation! Do we really want a baby? We did not have one of our own – so we applied to a child adoption agency. This was almost 4 years ago. After filing applications, having many interviews, and having our home life studied by a caseÂworker, we have finally been accepted as suitable people to adopt a child. The phone call told us that they have selected s possible baby for us. Now,,, that the process of waiting and interviewing has ended, and the adoption appears close to
reality – the question on our minds, was do we really
want to go through with it? This question and others kept us tossing from side to side all during the night.
Morning finally came. It was a bright, sunny, fresh, Indian summer day. We had breakfast in a hurry. We stopped at the drug store, and bought a large rattle for the baby â€” we felt that we just had to bring something for the little girl.
Our car ride to New Rochelle was slow and thoughtful â€” at one moment glad, â€” and another doubtful. Question marks began to fill our minds again. What kind of a baby is she? â€”.fat, skinny, funny looking, good looking? Will we like her? â€” will she like us?? How will we be introduced to each other? Where is she kept now? â€” perhaps in a hospital or in an institution. When will we have to make up our minds whether or not to accept her?
We arrived at the office promptly at 10. The caseworker greeted us pleasantly and made us comfortable in a small room. She brought in a file, and using its contents as a guide, told h us more details about the babyâ€™s background.
Some of the physical and educational details of the babyâ€™s father and mother were told us. Also, some information about the grandparents, and the brothers and sisters of the parents. Then, we were told about the baby â€”-
The baby is in good health, lively, completely bald, blue eyes, chubbyish, very fair skinned, â€” and a special comment was made that on back of the babyâ€™s head, is a large birthmark which may go away completely, or be covered by her hair. She informed us that the baby has been kept in a private home since birth, and was kept by a very capable woman, who has two teen-age children of her own. We listened intently. We felt fine hearing
all this, — and our anxiety to see the baby was reaching the
point of impatience.
Marion, I and the caseworker left the office at about 11, and in 15 minutes we arrived by cab in front of the house. It was an old, large, pleasant looking wooden house, situated back on a beautiful lawn of grass and trees. There was a porch along the whole length of the house. Marion and I always liked a porch on a house. The woman of the house came to the door and invited us in. The caseworker introduced us to her and the usual formal greetings were exchanged. The house was well kept and clean. It was really homey, neatly furnished with pretty curtains. The large foyer had a stairway leading upstairs, and a spacious living room adjoined the foyer. The foster mother went upstairs to prepare the baby while the caseworker ushered us into the living room.
————- The seconds seemed like years, our hearts began
to beat fast â€” we were excited. The question marks be;-an to haunt us again. What will we say to the baby?/ Will we meet her in the crib? What could we see through the bars? Is she
asleep? Will she cry? smile? What should we do???—-
Our mental gymnastics were interrupted by the footsteps of the
foster mother coming down the steps – and as she came into
view — we saw her carrying the baby. She was walking towards
us —- Our hearts stood still…. Nothing in us moved….
we were frozen— the baby was starring at us………….
…. Her caseworker broke the silence, telling us to take the
baby. Vie dazedly looked at each other Marion took the baby
in her arms — The caseworker ad foster mother left the room.
………………………. We were alone.—-
She was a beautiful baby, – her blue eyes pierced our hearts.., she seemed like such a good baby. We loved her immediately, â€” we were thrilled by her â€” she smiled at us, – and we cried inwardly. Such joy we have never experienced, or ever anticÂipated. The baby was in complete command of the situation, and
was at ease. She kept on smiling, kicking, and gooing WE
were frozen with happiness afraid that anything we may say
or do will melt some of it…….. She finally made us smile
back at her, coo to her, and play with her. We were warming up
to each other â€” and a little more at ease. I took the baby
from Marion and held her in my arms an exquisite sensation
went through my body â€” she was so warm, easy to handle, so Clean, so smooth, so very good. We talked and played with her â€” and she seemed so pleased,., she smiled continuously. We remembered the rattle, and gave it to her. She looked at it, but was not able to grasp it â€” we realized that it was too large for herâ€” that she was only a little baby â€” we laughed heartily,â€” and, she laughed with us. We were having such a good time. We were
enjoying each other immensely we held her on our laps, then
over our shoulders, then we held her together, we patted her, we squeezed her, â€” she was so wonderfully cooperative â€” she,
knew that we were inexperienced…. but, she tolerated us
we were positively sure that she approved of us Time appeared
to have reversed itself,â€” the minutes seemed like seconds.
We kept on admiring the baby, What a good little baby] What a nice little baby What a wonderful little baby
Finally, after half an hour, the caseworker and foster mother entered the room, and they seemed pleased that the 3 of us were absorbed in each other. We told them what a wonderful time we
were having. The foster mother took the baby, and we
squeezed and patted the baby good-bye —– our eyes followed
the baby up the stairs. The caseworker asked us what we thought
of the baby â€” and, in no uncertain terms we said, that we
liked her very, very much… that she was a cutie-pie.
She suggested that we go back to the office. Vie took the rattle and left.
All the way back to the office we were remarking over and over again, what a happy baby she was, and that she seemed like such a good baby, also, that she was such a pretty baby â€”even without any hair — simply a picture of a doll. The caseworker asked us what we thought of the birthmark on the babyâ€™s head. We admitted that we did not even look for it â€” it seemed so unimportant, and that we Here so busy playing with the baby.
Back at the office we were asked if we would like to see the baby again, so that we could get better acquainted; and thereby,
help us decide whether she is the baby we want…… Marion
and I answered at the same time “We only want that is baby, and we feel that she wants us.” The caseworker asked us if we are
sure of it — and in a chorus we gave a definite “YES”, and
that we want her as soon as possible. She wanted to know if vie
â– Here prepared to have things ready for the baby over the week-end.
We replied “That we were impatient and would prefer taking the
baby the next day, if possible.” “That we would spend the next
2h hours concentrating on getting things for her.”‘- ……
………………….. The caseworker smilingly agree d, â€” we
could have the baby tomorrow- at 10 a.m.
We left for home at 12 o’clock noon,- we were happily excited.
The next hours were spent in making room for the baby, for her crib, chest of drawers, bathenette, carriage. We also, had to run around buying these things, for immediate delivery. All of this getting ready and buying things gave us a lot of pleasure. Our friends and family gave us excellent cooperation. Everything and everybody was wonderful.
All night long we kept thinking of the baby we talked abound
her into the night,. What a happy baby. What a good baby. Such
a nice baby…………………. â€¢
Friday was a brighter and sunnier day,, the weather was beautiful, Our breakfast consisted of orange juice, and thoughts of the baby
—– that was nourishment enough. V/e took the suggested things
for the baby,, clothes, blanket, and bottles for formula–
we also took along a new, pretty little rattle.
Our car ride to New Rochelle was fast and impatient we were
anxious to see the baby to hold her again â€” to smile at her
— to pat her— Oh just to be with her again………….
We wondered! â€” will she “be the same as yesterday â€” will she smile at us â€” maybe she will cry â€” babies do cry! â€” we could not imagine her crying.
We arrived at the office again promptly at 10. She had us sign some papers and went with us in our car to the baby. We , arrived at the same Jetton time as the doctor did.
When Marion and I entered the house and saw the baby again,
—– the thrills came back, – she gave us a broad smile, â€”
raised her eyebrows,– kicked her feet, – and, waved her
hands excitedly,—– she hypnotized us.
The foster mother undressed the baby and the doctor examined her. She took the examination so well,â€” cooperated so beautifully, â€”
not a whimper out of her,– it was a pleasure to watch. Everything
was all right with her. The doctor showed us the birthmark, and told us that it should go away in time â€” it was really a very insignificant mark. After the examination the foster mother dressed the baby and wrapped her in a blanket. Marion took the
baby,——- and,——- such a thrill could not be explained â€”
— it seemed like a dream.
The ride home was one of ecstasy. The sun was shining its
brightest on November 17th, 19^0 —- it will so be recorded
in our diary….. The baby lay quietly on Marionâ€™s lap, all
bundled up,— with her little face peering at us………
Slowly and peacefully, she fell asleep. We rode very slowly, –
â€” such pleasure an we felt should not be hurried. We were both
pleased, contented, and very, very happy. Everything around us
appeared calm and beautiful,— we spoke in quiet tones, â€”the
baby was sleeping. We discussed a name for her, and, decided
both to name her after/our fathers P and T, â€” we felt so
proud. All the way home we kept saying “She is such a good little
baby” â€” “Such a nice little baby” – “Such a wonderful little
baby” — â€¢â€¢…………… “When we arrived home, ———-
we were a family of 3, — Max,â€” Marion,â€” and PIA TANI SAVAGE.,