I live in the county where my mother was born and buried.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I grew up in Minnesota. Four generations of my father's people are buried there.
I grew up in a funeral home. Both my parents were morticians.
My natural mother died one month after I was born, apparently due to giving birth at an advanced age.
In the seventeenth year of my age my mother died.
My mother was born on a tiny farm in County Mayo. She was meant to stay at home and look after the farm while her brother and sister got an education. However, she came to England on a visit and never went back.
I was born to a single mom and raised by her and my grandparents.
My mom died when I was 11 years old.
I was raised in Brooklyn and in Baltimore. My father was a bookkeeper. When I was 36 years old, my mother told me I was adopted.
Just previous to the birth of my little son, my mind gave way and my child was born in the asylum for the insane at Stockton, Cal. My boy was buried there.
My mother died when I was 12, and right after, my dad died in a car crash. I was 15 and had no family. The court sent me to live with my uncle and aunt in Missouri.