Armed with the information provided me by my adoptive aunt, my search centered on the city of New Orleans, and a religious "home for mother's". My aunt had informed me that she had "overheard a conversation" between my adoptive parents that had occurred immediately after they "brought me home" and that the name of the facility had remained etched in her mind, even though she was unaware of what was going on until much later in years.

I made a phone call to the facility when I found out it was still active. The lady that answered the phone suggested that I call the Diocese office in Baton Rouge, thus following the proper channels and protocol. Upon calling the office in Baton Rouge and speaking to the Clergy is charge, he confirmed that the "home" was still in operation and in fact quite busy. He advised me to write a letter to the "home" and informed me to whom I should direct my letter and also to have the letter notarized prior to mailing it.

Without any further delay, I followed his instructions, wrote the letter, had it notarized and mailed it the next day. It was full of questions, and in particular if a child had been adopted from that facility. I used my birth date, and the name of my adoptive parents.

Two weeks later I had my answer!!! I was told that a young couple had in fact adopted a baby who was born on December 6th, 1923 and they gave me the couples' name which turned out to be the names of my adoptive parents. They also told me that I was adopted some nine months after my birth. They also provided me with the name of my birth mother, but stopped short of giving me the name of the city or State she was from.

Upon receiving the letter I called the "home" and spoke to a lady who had written the letter. She was very cordial and informed me that she herself had researched the records and was about to give up the record search when she ran across the record books from 1923. She also informed me that in order to give me the address of my biological mother, she would have to clear it with the Diocese attorney first.

So now at least I KNEW from where I was adopted; I knew my mothers name and now I had another hurdle to jump in finding out what city and state she was from. I was given the name and address of the attorney and again wasted no time in writing him a letter explaining my plight and hoping that he would be compassionate and give me the answer I was looking for.

Part Five of Bob's Story...

Some Bazet Family Photos


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