Okay, I finally ordered and received my copy of The Girls Who Went Away by Ann Fessler (BRAND NEW hardback listed as “used” on B & N, purchased for less than $5–CHA CHING!). For those of you who haven’t heard of the book, its outlining the history and experiences of those young birthmothers between WWII and Roe v. Wade who “placed their children” through adoption. I use the ” ” because many were forced to do so in a variety of ways. Many who were interviewed for the book have never even spoken about it until now, yet it is clear, the grief from that moment in time continues. Anyway, I got all the way to I think the second chapter before I’m weeping in the booth of the restaurant where I’m eating my lunch. So beware…if you pick it up to read it, know there will be some emotions.
But it also got me thinking…there is nothing different between these women and women in my own family. I wonder if there are people I know, aunts, cousins, grandparents, who may have had a pregnancy, hidden and ending in adoption, who have lived years just trying to move on, forget and pretend it never happened.