My husband is Osage but raised "white". I am so proud of his resilience; he knew he was different but he didn't dwell on this. The downside is a lack of interest in his tribe. I know this is unusual and hope his curiosity grows. I wish you the best in efforts to reunite/preserve families and tradition.
Paula Hale said:May 26, 2015 8:03 am PST
I was adopted in 1973 in Denver, CO from Lutheran Family Services. My adoption papers have not been available to me. The last time I saw them, I was 10. I'm thinking my grand-parent was full Native American? I'm currently looking for information on my Native American heritage and biological family.
Elizabeth said:August 12, 2014 8:46 pm PST
All the children in my birth family were one by one put in foster care and then adopted from 1951 to 1963 and maybe beyond. We are not even sure how many there are. Five have been found, one died at age 38. We have gradually found each other, but without the time knowing each other in childhood, sometimes one will slip away. It feels safe to be alone. After always feeling on the outside, alone feels less rejected. We were all born in Minneapolis. We have scattered like leaves in the fall. Two or three of us now are tribal members. Frank died without having that comfort, though he wanted to feel he belonged.
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