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Helen Black-Pace [Visitor] in response to: wow

Tue, 04 May 2010 18:00:02 +0000

Wow… I’m sitting at work crying my eyes out. I know it has been said many times before, but, I’m saying it again. This family is amazing! We have a beautiful story to tell and share just because who we are and what we have done with our lives. Thanks for sharing Diana! Much love to you and yours! Helen Faye

Aunt Bann [Visitor] in response to: wow

Tue, 04 May 2010 01:53:20 +0000

I agree, Diana! I have been proud of my/our family much more than I have been embarrassed by them. And even when I don’t LIKE them (or the way they act) they are still my family, and I LOVE them in spite of everything! And Wayne gave me some insight into myself this reunion; I had to face up to the fact that I am now more like my mother than I ever wanted to be. And that hurt my pride, because I thought I had finally gotten more of her attitudes out of my system than I have. I’m still a “work in progress", and hope to someday be my daddy’s daughter more than my mother’s!!!

admin [Member] in response to: wow

Tue, 04 May 2010 01:02:35 +0000

Yeah, Doris. :) I always had the drop on Wayne, being older and bigger.

And I can’t imagine why you’d say, “Yes…even Robbie.” :D He’s a smartass, yes, and mischievous, but he’s a great guy. And you gotta face it: his son is the shiznit. He did something right.

I heard Chelsea didn’t want to leave. We had a nice visit with her on Sunday evening, when she went to work. She is smart and driven, and has Wayne’s sense of humor (very dry). She also looks like him, and she’s a beautiful young woman.

There are times my family embarrasses me. I admit it. But far more often–far FAR more often–they make me proud.

I think that puts us ahead of the average family.

Doris Phelps [Visitor] in response to: wow

Tue, 04 May 2010 00:46:19 +0000

This family never ceases to amaze me. I love them all and at times hate them. I watched those three brothers grow up and care deeply for them all. Yes, even Robbie. Chelsea is a wonderful girl and a joy to be around. I met her at the reunion and watched as her and Wayne wrestled on the ground, kinda like the two of you use to do. Chelsea didn’t want to leave Sunday.

Aunt Bann [Visitor] in response to: wow

Mon, 03 May 2010 04:55:25 +0000

By the way, Wayne and Jeanie told me that Chelsea found Wayne, not the other way around. She had been adopted by her step-father, so her name isn’t Black any longer. So when Wayne tried to find her, he couldn’t because of the name change. But she finally took matters into her own hands and somehow got hold of something of her mom’s that had Wayne’s last name. Then she started trying to find him. When she found a phone number, she called, but when Jeanie answered, she hung up (at least, that’s what I think they said). Anyway, that went on for several days until Wayne was there one night when she called. He answered and asked “Who are you and why are you calling my house and bothering my wife?” That’s when she told him she was his daughter. He said he asked what she meant, and she told him she was Chelsea. They talked then–I think he said something like two hours. I’m glad she didn’t give up looking!!!

admin [Member] in response to: wow

Mon, 03 May 2010 04:08:55 +0000

Good stuff, Daddy. Thanks for sharing! (And for the correction.)

admin [Member] in response to: wow

Mon, 03 May 2010 04:07:43 +0000

By special request–Wayne’s–we went out to Chelsea’s place of business (Dairy Queen) this evening just after she came on shift. Mary and Travis (our, and therefore Chelsea’s, cousins) went with. I was on the phone; I went up to the counter and asked to speak to Chelsea. When I got her, I handed her the phone and said, “You have a call.”

She smiled and said, “Is it Wayne?”

Of course. He introduced her to us on my phone, then rung off. We ordered dinner and Chelsea came around, pulled up a chair, and joined us. We went back for blizzards, talked some more, then came home.

She’s a great kid. She has a good head on her shoulders. She’s also…Wayne. She looks like him, talks like, moves like him. It’s almost uncanny, really, since she hasn’t known him for 14 years.

Great evening.

Now…about those papers I need to be writing….

Daddy [Visitor] in response to: wow

Mon, 03 May 2010 00:49:35 +0000

David was 9 and one half when he came to live with us. We adopted him some time later. And now “the rest of the story”

As you know , Wayne and David have gone their own ways since leaving Albert’s house (his step-father), his natural Mother’s second husband. Albert credits me with a lot of what happened to
Wayne, but I assure you, Albert was the deciding factor in Wayne becomeing the man he is today.

When Robbie and Hope were married, we got there just as the ceremony ended, but we were in plenty of time for the big wedding dinner afterward. Wayne came to me during the dinner, and asked if he could talk to me and Nancy before we left. I said sure, and told Nancy that Wayne wanted to speak to us.

When we left, I told him we were about to leave, so he walked out with us. We reverted to small talk for a couple of minutes, but I finally asked him what was on his mind.

His response was. Well, I’ve been thinking. I’ve got two kids that need good grandparents, and yall need grandchildren. I would like for us to forget all the past, and let bygones be bygones. I almost collapsed on the spot. It was unbelievable. So now, in the space of about 3 years, we have gone from 0 grandchildren to 3 grandchildren, all of whom we love deeply, as well as our son and his wife. In my opinion, God has been good to us.