Laura M ~ 68.071113
Back in 1968, at the age of 18, my mother gave birth to a baby boy at White Shield in Portland. She remembers the routine of her daily duties, a dishwasher was her chore she chose to do. She was in a room with 5 other girls and she remembers that the girls went by their first name and last initial. She mentioned that they had Sundays off and she and several other pregnant girls would walk down the hill to the market near by and get ice cream cones. She has never had or attempted any contact with the little boy, but remembers having about a hour to hold and rock him before he was taken away; she watched out the window as they took him to a car and drove off.
Ten years later she had me, and I always wonder what it would be like to have a sibling because I am her only other child.
I write this asking for a few tips, on who I should contact or what website might be helpful to assist me in maybe locating information about the little boy that is my half brother.
Diane ~ 72.070908
My name is Diane, I am 51 years old and am a birth mother who lived at the Salvation Army White Shield Home in Portland, Oregon in 1972… I have many memories from my 3 month stay at the home… When I stayed there is was still very secretive. Birth mothers used fake names (so no one could look us up later), were not allowed to tell very many people where we were (only close family in my case) so my memories seem like a dirty little secret but I know they are real and I have a very big need to let them out… Just to let you know, my son and I found each other 10 years ago. The reunion has been wonderful in so many ways and we are both thankful that we know each other and know “our story”.
V.T. ~ 40.070726
I am just beginning the process of trying to locate the son that my mother relinquished for adoption in the early 1940’s. She stayed at and gave birth at the White Shield home. I did not learn about this child until after my mother’s death in 1989. It was, sadly, something she could never have disclosed. What prompted my search was the book The Girls Who Went Away. I was so moved by the words of both the mothers and their children that I felt compelled to find the child, even though I could no longer talk to my mother about this event. There is no doubt in my mind, however, that the birth and relinquishment of this child changed my mother’s life immeasurably, irrevocably, and in ways that none of her other 6 children and her husband (who did not know about the birth) could imagine.