Alexis W. ~ 68.100908
My sister, Patricia Jean Perkins gave birth to a son at White Shield of Portland in 1968 or 1969. I did not know for a few years about her having this child and giving him up for adoption, but when the same man, James Amauba, got her pregnant the second time, she did tell me about the first pregnancy. At that time she also told me that part of the program was that she was not supposed to see the child when it was born; but she did see the child and it was a beautiful boy. She told me that a very nice couple supposedly adopted that child and one of them was a doctor and either had connections in Africa or was going to be in Africa for a while (the paternal father of the child, James Amauba, was an African).
When she got pregnant the second time by the same man, she was determined to keep this child. This time I found out about the pregnancy and supported her in any way I could. She finally told me about the first child when the second son, Aaron, was born. After that, I would find her outside many times over the years looking up at the stars and telling me “he was up there.” She and James had 5 children (including Aaron). My sweet sister just died at the young age of 62. James was deported back to Africa many years ago and Patty raised those 5 children all alone and they are all wonderful marvelous people. All she wanted was to know that her first son was OK and that he knew she loved him deeply.
Can anyone help me reunite this family? I have tried all the on-line avenues and they are a hoax, they all want your money and offer you no information. I sat with my sister as she died and I have to find this child. He needs to know he has a chance to meet 4 sisters and a brother and that his mother loved him more than he will ever know. How in the world do you chase a dream and the unbelievable commitment I have made to my sister? Any help would be so appreciated.
Thank you so much ~ Alexis Warner
Susan R. ~ 87.100603
I was in White Shield. In 1987. I had a roommate, her name was Jackie. She had a son named Tyler. There were many young mom’s there at the time I was there.
I would really like to get in touch with Colleen, she had a son named Steven (Stephen). I would like to reconnect with her and others that were there at the same time I was. There was another young mom there. Her name was Ruth. We both were from the same town. Before we went into White Shield. I believe there was a girl named Sheila, she had a girl. I think she named her Chantel. This was a long time ago. And I am trying to remember who I can.
Susan's baby, Sam
I truly would love to get in touch with my old counselor from White Shield. His name was Keith B Baker. Married to Jill M Carter Baker. They had two boys and a one girl. Natasha. I think was her name. It would bring me great pleasure in reuniting with some girls and staff from there. I hope someone will see this. And recognize that they were there, when I was.
I have often thought of the babies in the daycare. As us girls would go to school. Take turns in the home with different chores. Attending a group therapy class. That the home had on sight.
Susan, Sam and grandson, Eli (1st boy in the family in 23 years!)
I was there with my son. His name is Samuel. After leaving the home. I ended up putting Sam up for adoption. I have to say it was the most toughest decision one had to make. It was better off for him. I could not offer him nothing but my love. My family members were never supportive. They still are not till this day. Anyway, 5 years ago, I was reunited with Sam. And he actually just moved back home with me after us being apart for 20 years. We kept in some letters and photos over the years. But I had a hole in my heart the entire 15 years we where apart. Before I got to see him again. I cannot tell you the VOID it has filled for me.
Please if anyone remembers me, or the people I have spoken of. Please let me know. If you know them still today. I really want to be reunited with the girls that shared the home with me at the time.
"All my kids with me. I adopted two and had three." ~Susan
You may contact Susan by email at anybodyinthere71(at)msn(dot)com.
Teresa ~ 61.100508
I have to say that any digging, no matter how slight, into my adoptive past is usually done with an equal mixture of interest and dread. I have often thought about the White Shield home, imagining it as something along the lines of a dark, awful orphanage (think Jane Eyre). I imagined strict, nun-like disapproval of the young girls and women who found themselves pregnant and in need of a place like White Shield. However, I just finished reading your story about your visit, and it has eased a burden on my heart that I have carried for my birth mother.
I was born Mary P., (now Teresa) at White Shield in 1961. I was at the Home for three months before I was adopted, from what I understand. I always wondered if my birth mother and I were in the same building for at least part of that time.
I have always been grateful for my birth mother’s selflessness (hopefully by her choice, but most likely she didn’t have much of one), and guilty that she was forced (as she was from back East, I am assuming she was ‘sent away’) to spend her pregnancy and childbirth in a bitter, hostile environment.
To find out that she was in a place that, although not a perfect one, seemed to be at least not the awful, fearful place I had always imagined it to be is such a relief to me. Hopefully she made friends with some of the other young women there, and had their support and love.
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day – for adoptee, first parent, and adoptive parent alike, a day that stirs up a complex stew of emotions. It is also, coincidentally, my first mother’s birthday, and with that in mind, I thought it appropriate to share with you a little window into my own story – a portion of the first contact that I had from her, sent June 2, 2006 – shortly after my sister and I found one another. The subject line of her email…Checking In.
“Now how is that? Checking in. Like I have known you all your life. Knowing maybe not; but you have been with me all your life. You just didn’t know it.
… I am so thankful to know you are alright and that you have a good life. When I found out you were going to be born, the most important thing to me was that you had a wonderful, happy childhood, with two parents who would love you as long as they lived. I knew I would love you always but I didn’t know if I could give you that happy childhood so I did what I thought I could to ensure you what I had always wished I could have.
I remember just like it was yesterday, the day you were born and the 30 minutes they let me hold you before they took you away. You were the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. Like a porcelain doll. Your tiny hands and feet and your angelic face. You have always been with me…”
Receiving that email changed my life, and I am so grateful to my first mother for her inner strength and her kind heart, both of which I like to believe I inherited. I share this very private message with you today because I know that it is one silently repeated every Mother’s Day by thousands of birth mothers throughout the world. “You have always been with me…”
I wish you peace, hope and great love this holiday.
Renee ~ Founder, The White Shield Project
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Marylynn A. ~ 50.100213
My name is Marylynn Ayers, I was born Ester Mary Hinkley on December 28, 1950 in the White Shields Home in Tacoma, Washington.
I just learned a week ago that my mother Viola Pearl Hinkley was a resident of WSH when I was born. I think she may have already passed on, but would love to know something about her.
I have searched and wondered for years about my first family and now I have one of my own daughters working on this search trail.
Marylynn (Ester Mary Hinkley) Ayers
J.S.Z. ~ 30.091018
I believe I was kept at the Home longer than any other: I stayed there until I was 17 months old. Why I was never adopted out I will never know, but I stayed there in that nursery for nearly a year and a half; until my birth-family finally took me home.
The Salvation Army sent many letters asking for my family to come get me. One even said, “If (the child) is left here much longer, we fear she will be socially retarded.” Thankfully, that did not happen. On the contrary, I think I was given very good care.
When the event of ‘going home’ finally happened, instructions were to “be certain that (the child) has a glass of orange juice every day and takes her cod liver oil.” I have a small baby quilt some lovely woman made for me while I was there – it is the only thing I have of my time spent at WS, and I treasure it.
I returned to White Shield fifteen years ago. The place still haunts me. I have forced myself not to go back. I stood outside White Shield, looking up at the delivery room – I believe there were two – and thought of my mother, there all alone, no family or loved one with her, so frightened having a baby in her young life. My heart still breaks for her.
I have a letter written to my family just after I was taken home, saying how much ‘they’ missed (the child) in the nursery and how it seemed so empty without her, and how soon (the child) would forget all about them.
How not so! I will ‘remember’ as long as I live. I am so very grateful to be one of the White Shield children: they did so much for me.
A.K. ~ 50.071219
I would like to find the Grandmother of my children. Apparently she gave birth to a son at the white shield home in June of 1956 or 1957 on or about the 11th. My children are estranged from their father and his adoptive parents and I would like to find their real grandparents or family so they can enjoy having an extended family. I live in Portland as do my children. They would like to have grandparents to share their future families.
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.