My adoptive mother and I were somewhat closer than I was with my father. She saw to it that I had everything I needed while growing up, where as my father displayed a more distant attitude. I was raised as an only child and in a very strict environment.

My father retired from his job in Haiti, and became a part time consultant which involved traveling to foreign countries, etc. In 1954, while he and my mother were in Mexico, she died of a heart attack. She had been suffering from heart problems for number of years. She was buried in Chicago and I flew up for her funeral.

After this my father and I became a little closer but this did not last very long. About 15 months later he met and married a widow with three grown children. From this time forward what little relationship we had completely deteriorated with, of course, the help of his new wife.

My father was relatively well off financially and I suppose she was afraid that my side of the family might stand in the way of her plans, etc., etc. At any rate this was the beginning of the end of any relationship we had. I knew now that any chance of obtaining any information from him relative to my adoption was out of the question.

It was at this point and time that I decided that I would launch a search for my biological mother and father. Little did I know at the time that one of my most avid supporters in this search would be my adoptive father's sister, an aunt whom I had grown very fond of and who surprisingly provided me with the most important clue of my investigation. She provided me with what she believed to be the name of the children's home from which I was adopted.

Thus began a diligent search.

Part Four of Bob's Story...

Some Bazet Family Photos


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