How important is a name?

My half-sister, gave me the name Midge when she saw how small I was, and I prefer that name to any other. Mother named me after my father. I was her gift to him. I'm sorry to say she died in April 1949 which grieved my father and he could not bear to look at me. But I do have proof he loved me before she died. I obtained these photographs after he died. 

With a cousin

Midge in Ontario 

The night mother died

Midge at Hollis's home

My sister only knew my father, she never knew who her father was. But I have learned truth for her as well. During World War II, many men were shipped out and never knew they had a child. When her father came home and found out, he and my mother married. I just wish I could have shared that information about her family while she was alive. The part of our life she wanted me to share is not what I want the world to know. There is enough of that type of thing, without me adding to it. 

Midge and Marjorie 1950

Marjorie Inez 1949

My sister and I were reunited after 30 years of me believing she was dead. I was blessed to meet her children and share the Gospel of Jesus Christ with them. It was a bittersweet reunion, but a reunion which filled my heart with joy. 

In December 1989 I was reunited with my daughter and son for about 30 minutes. They had been taken from my home back in 1965 during the night. They were tiny children when they were kidnapped, and I mourned for many years.  

While I still mourn that I was not allowed to love them in person, only in my heart and prayers, when I saw them all grown up, it helped me to heal. I still pray for them each day to have peace and safe love from those whom they love. But it gives me joy to know that they survived and were blessed to stay together. 

After my father passed away, I was given photographs of my children as they looked growing up. That has also helped me to heal. I so thank my step-sister for sending them to me. She blessed my life and gave me joy. 

These are the only two photographs I have of my little girl before she was kidnapped. I'm sorry to say I have none of my son. 

Rebecca Lynn

Lil and Rebecca Lynn

This is my life, such as it was. I hope this does not shock anyone, but the stories contained herein are real. This is not television or some type of fiction book or movie. It was and is my life. 

During a burglary I became pregnant. I consider that child was a blessing, plus, it turned a living nightmare into something I could forgive. God blessed me with a gift. 

I was only able to keep her for a short time as I contracted cancer and being alone, I did not want her harmed or lied to by those who did not like me. To my thinking, she was an answer to her mother's prayer for a child. Her other mother, that is. It was an honor to ask Father to allow her to live. She was born dead and after a meaningful prayer, a man in white came into the room, inserted tubes down her little body and gave her the breath of life. 

Harriet Inez

When my elder children were kidnapped I had a nervous breakdown and was in a mental hospital for about two years. They removed my memories, as that was the only way they could keep me alive. While that did keep me alive, it also caused many problems in later years. 

What could have been a reunion between my children and I, was just me with two children from the park and my new baby. This is the only photograph I have of me with my sweet babies. I did not recognize my own children. 

Phillip LeRoy, Maurica, Rebecca Lynn
Harriet Inez

The names I had given my eldest children were from the Holy Bible= Phillip was named after Philip, an Apostle of Jesus Christ (Acts) and Rebecca was named after the Rebekah who married Jacob (Genesis). I wanted to raise my children to know God and the Lord Jesus Christ and walk in ways of goodness. They are of the tribe of Ephraim in the family of Abraham. This is very important for them to learn, however, I could not teach them this. Isaiah spoke of the blessing of Ephraim, but they never knew. 

My joy would have been to read to them the stories of their ancestor's and help them to get to personally know Jesus Christ and understand how important they are to God. My sorrow is that I never got to do that. 

My joy was that I was blessed to know that my daughter has a daughter of her own, whom I have never met. But when I learned her name, I looked her up and sent her a copy of her pedigree on both sides of her family. 

Names are so important in my opinion. When we know who we really are, then we can have examples of how to live. For me, I choose to follow Jesus Christ.