Thanks, Ancestry “It’s a Boy!”

Thanks, Ancestry “It’s a Boy!”

When I went on, I was seeking information more than anything; the last thing I expected was to be found by a long lost sibling. I’ll admit, when I saw the email that someone had contacted me through the site, I was oddly hopeful and excited that I was finally going to get some answers. Only to find out that this person had been adopted at birth, and were themselves seeking their own answers.

Initially, the connection between us was unclear to me. His profile indicated that we were first cousins, so based upon that information I thought he might be one of my biological aunts’ children. Then, he mentioned Ponysboy…and said he was a parental match.  

Shocked doesn’t even begin to describe what I felt at that moment. I think I went blank and numb for a second or two while my brain tried to process the meaning of the words I was reading. How, if, Ponysboy is my parental match, is this even possible? That would make this person my sibling. The whole thing was making ZERO sense, because I know my siblings; even the ones I’d never met, and there are only 4 of them. 

It really adds credence to the saying, be careful what you ask for. Apparently I wasn’t specific enough in my request to the Universe, instead of information, I ended up with a PERSON! A brand new relative who knew less than I did about Rick Wood.  It might have been a good day for this person, , to find via one email, two biological relatives, for some that would be a jackpot. Unfortunately, while the DNA might seem definitive, the true identity was another matter, and I have to tell you, I was a little skeptical. 


You see, I knew Ponysboy. He is my legitimate, present at my birth, name on the certificate, father. He was married to my mother from 1962 to 1974, but he stopped being part of our lives in 1972.

When he moved on from us, I guess I assumed that he went straight to the woman he came to marry and stay with until the end of his life. The emergence of this new person changed that timeline and that storyline and just added more questions to the list of unanswered ones. 

When he met my mother in 1962, I don’t believe he was even divorced yet. He was fresh off the plane in Anchorage, Alaska, while in his past was a wife in New Jersey, left to care for their young daughter and son.  

I’d already learned, based upon the handful of people who’d ever known Rick Wood, that he was not the best person. What else was there to learn about Ponysboy?