Our family was always obsessed with the genealogy of my father, who had been placed in an orphanage at about age 5. He remembered his mother, Mary, who had died when he was 2 or 3, and that his own name was the same as that of his father, who had died when he was about 5.
He drifted around, ended up in the West, met and married my mother and became a faithful member of the Church.
Mother wrote many times back to New York City trying to locate the records of his birth, death of his parents, etc., but to no avail.
When I married, my family and I lived in upstate New York for 26 years, and during the last few years when I worked for the local county, I had written asking about records. I even read all the census records for Brooklyn, which took me nine months, but could find no connection.
After my husband retired and we moved west, I again became involved in genealogy and again pursued these records. But one day the impression came to me very strongly that Dad's records were not available right now and that we should let them alone. But we had real and vital records of our Danish ancestors on my mother's side.
I hired a Danish genealogist who allowed me to work with her, and we researched them over the next five or so years, until we reached the end of the line on them all. Those names were furnished to my family and are being done in the temple and made available to all family members.
It was after this time that much younger members of the family, who were computer literate, got into looking for records of our father. They found that Dad still had living family when he was placed in the orphanage. Probably the family's extreme poverty was the reason.
At any rate, these computer wizards have found birth certificates and extended family members. They have traced the genealogy back from America to England, where they migrated from Ireland, and are now in the process of searching Irish records. At last, my father has a family, and the sealings are in progress.
Because of our fascination with our father's mysterious past, we were ignoring available records. I felt the Lord wanted us to place our energy in a logical direction, and when we did, the mysteries were eventually revealed. ?
— Eunice Pace, Westland 6th Ward, West Jordan Utah Westland Stake