History Of My Family

I was always told that it takes a village to raise a child, and I believe one hundred percent of that. I was born and raised in the Chicago Illinois and seventy-five percent of my family resides here as well. I am grateful to know and have both side of my family in my life considering that I was at one point a foster child. All twelve of my siblings were adopted by my mother’s sister Luanne. I was raised by my whole family, I grew up in a house of seventeen people and seven rooms. We had a revolving door of relatives coming and going when times were rough for them. My aunt took me in when I was two years old and the rest is history
As my favorite uncle would say “family doesn’t necessarily mean blood relatives but those who are familiar with you”. My mother’s side of the family can …show more content…
Juliette was from Chicago and she never know her real father and was adopted by her mother’s husband Wiltz Brown, he was creole from New Orleans. He was very light and often passed as a white man, he got his first job at the Tootsie Roll Factory when he moved to Chicago because his boss thought he was white. He spoke French fluently and had a thick accent. My dad would joke and pronounce my name funny and when I asked him why, he would say “that’s the way my grandad says it; I loved how he said their names”.
My family and I are working hard to go further into our history, it will be a difficult task when both my great grandmothers were adopted by their step fathers. We are planning a family reunion to bring as much family history to one place to connect the missing pieces. I’m glad to have been able to find this much out about my family, considering that both side have little knowledge. I believe with the information I do have I can investigate deeper and find out more. My family is not as close as I needed us to be so that I can get more information from, it was like pulling teeth to get what little I do