My sister is de facto my half sister though she’s been my pricey little sister all her life! My Actual Dad was killed in a bike accident (no obligatory helmets again within the 50’s) a couple of months earlier than I used to be born. Three years later Mum married my Actual Dad’s older brother – who I at all times referred to as Dad- and a yr later my sister was born.
After my Mum died Dad stated some very odd and fairly bitter issues about his youthful brother, he was not often spoken about earlier than though I at all times knew the story and that Dad wasn’t my Actual Dad.
I did not actually wish to hear that Actual Dad had typically spent evenings within the native pub with among the different males from the highway quite than at residence with my Mum and different odd feedback which will or might not have been true. There isn’t any one to substantiate or deny or to be harm or indignant from what he stated.
Now comes the thriller.
Within the final 30 years I have been mistaken a number of instances for another person – I will name her “J”. (which is not her preliminary).”J” lived in the identical village and was at major college with me – though a yr older – however moved to a special however close by village and first college not far-off when she was about 8. She did not move her 11 plus examination however a yr later she began at our Grammar college in our yr – redoing the primary yr – as she’d been discovered to be good sufficient to be at Grammar College and may have handed the examination.
After we had been at college I do not suppose we appeared alike and even within the Grammar college reunion picture of 1988 under we’re fairly totally different.
I am third from left in entrance row and “J” is on this picture however I will not say the place.
Nevertheless, within the subsequent few years two folks I occurred to fulfill -who I hadn’t seen for years- thought I used to be “J”. One was somebody I would lived simply two homes from for almost 20 years and the opposite was somebody I would been in the identical class with for five years at Grammar College.
Then within the mid to late 90’s whereas on the large Suffolk Present I got here out of the john to be met by “J” saying “Hiya Susan, noticed you stepping into, thought I would wait to say hey”. It was like wanting in a mirror! We spoke for a couple of minutes – primarily remembering the College Reunion after which her youngsters began to drag her away.
Mum had kind of saved in touch with “J”s Mum and Dad for some motive and after I married first time in 1975 it was really “J”‘s Mum who made my marriage ceremony costume.
Now there are a couple of odd issues I would overheard from Mum whereas she was nonetheless alive . You know the way you hear adults speaking about somebody however do not actually perceive? One was that “J’s a lot youthful brother was adopted as “they’d issues” .
Then the opposite day I received this touch upon a weblog publish………….
Hiya “J” have you learnt how Dr M is now? Dave (I’ve deleted the remark now)
This particular person Dave – no concept who he’s, had tracked my weblog from googling concerning the college and discovering the place I would posted the reunion picture a number of years in the past(Dr M was Headmaster of the Grammar college and is on the reunion picture).
However why did he name me “J” after I’m Sue in Suffolk on the weblog and my title was on the Fb web page? He replied saying he thought I used to be “J”.
So that is the thriller. Did my Actual Dad have a brief fling with “J”‘s Mum a few years earlier than I used to be born?
No strategy to discover out as I’ve no concept the place “J” is now, though she’s in all probability nonetheless in Suffolk as she married a Suffolk farmer, and anyway it isn’t one thing I might wish to know and I am positive she would not wish to both and the very fact we glance so comparable as we have aged may very well be an entire coincidence.
The thriller will stay a thriller!
Again Tomorrow
Sue
