Do Your Dream Research In Order To Bee Happy

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Okay, I admit it. I’m addicted to doing research on

You know

It’s the one whose commercials feature little green leaves and encourage users not to worry where they are going — to just plunge in and see what they can find.

It’s a bargain at $19.95 per month and some libraries offer it for free if you have a library card, but you have to sit at a computer station in the library to log on.

They say start with what you know.

Nearly two years ago, I began a personal research effort in preparation for writing my first book “Confessions of an Undutiful Daughter” which focuses on how I grew up (relatively) sane and happy despite my toxic mothers.

I typed in my name and birthday and watched my laptop think. Not only did find my amended (adoptive) birth certificate, it quickly coughed up my original birth certificate – the Sally Ann version – that was sealed for most of my life, but apparently isn’t anymore.

In quick order I confirmed the births, marriages and some deaths of my birth parents and adoptive parents. I reviewed overlapping family trees (created by other members) and scanned newspaper obituaries as well as census, military and prison rolls.

I stumbled over my mother’s father’s newspaper funeral notice where in teeny-tiny print I discovered a relative of which I had never heard.

That’s how I found my adoptive mother’s older sister, my Aunt Elaine, when I was 53 and she was 88.

She lived about two hours away by car. I figured the best way to make contact was to write her a letter. Within days we were exchanging letters every day — sometimes two-a-day coming from her. In them she explained she was mostly deaf, had a heart condition and had had several mild strokes.

She couldn’t really talk on her phone because she couldn’t hear, but, man, she could write!

Her letters were filled with occasional undecipherable scrawls, tons of funny malapropisms and she always signed off with the directive to — Bee Happy.

She was desperate to have contact with her baby sister, my 84-year-old mother, with whom she had lost contact in the ’70s. I thought it was sweet when she wrote that she prayed for her sister every night.

Coincidentally, my mother had been in contact with me, asking me to visit her.

We had a long phone conversation about visiting during which I explained that we had had no contact for nearly 20 years because I felt that she was not a nice mother.

News to her my elderly mother said.

I’ve written about this key conversation in previous posts. It was a biggie, because it was the first time I realized that my mother had not only lost her power to intimidate, hurt or upset me. I also noted that her brain had become butter-fingered with any combination of who-what-when-where or why.

So, I hatched a plan to reunite the sisters via letters – something they could both do and might both enjoy. Plus, if I was lucky, neither would remember that I existed. But first, I wanted to capture the story of my mother’s early life.

I had to do my research.

If you are in a position to do this type of digging I say pick up the shovel, baby. Sooner is always better than later. Elderly relatives can be goldmines, but you can’t wait till next summer, next Christmas.

You have to do it now.

The point of family research is to gather data, confirm or reject past stories, enrich your understanding of early influences including things like The Depression, wars or loss, so snap stuff up while you can.

For those of us trying to make better sense of our early lives few things are more valuable than old-fashioned fact checking.

Start by double-checking your birth date and your parents marriage date. Counting on your fingers could put a whole lot into sharper perspective.

Facts are wonderful things.

Facts are the cold water that put out old arguments.

The crazy thing about my correspondence with my Aunt is that it quickly digressed to digs and complaints in her shaky hand mainly about my not visiting and not writing sufficient letters. (Well, she is my mother’s sister.)

Eventually I drove up to meet her, took her to lunch and listened to many disturbing stories including her need to padlock her refrigerator because some man was breaking in at night and eating her food so she bought a second smaller fridge and stocked it with things he didn’t like.

She told me how she adopted a baby from a lady who already had too many children after God told her to drive to the edge of town and knock on the first cabin door she saw. The detail that makes this story: she later got a call from the same family who asked her to adopt another baby they didn’t really want – which she did.

This is my family!

It was my aunt to told me the story of her alcoholic mother kidnapping my mother from school when she was six and taking her to San Francisco. This is a story that my mother never knew. It greatly increased my understanding of my mother’s life.

My Aunt further explained that it took years to track their mother down and bring her back to face a judge who asked my mother who she would prefer to live with. My mother’s childish choice to go with a boozey broad ever in search of her next male mark was a sad one.

Meanwhile, as most good deeds do, this one backfired.

Not only did my mother spurn her sister’s epistolary overtures, she was furious at me for setting the postage stamp reunion into motion. To this day, I can only speculate on the origin of the sisterly rancor. But I have plenty of guesses.

I learned so much from my aunt before she fired me as her new found niece. After months of writing nearly daily letters full of concern and stamps she had decided that I was selfish and obviously “in it for the money when everyone knew she was giving everything to her church in her will anyway.”

She absentmindedly cut contact with me in a series of nearly identical kiss-off letters.

My mister said if I ever wrote to her again he would shoot me and I had to agree. It was one thing to do research, collect oral histories, compile family stories and exchange vintage photos. It was another to accept nuttier-than-a-fruitcake abuse.

So I wrote her a final letter full of thanks and well wishes and when fresh letters from her arrived in my mailbox I slipped them in a folder unopened.

Eventually they stopped.

Was I selfish or had I simply realized that I didn’t need my aunt’s permission to Bee Happy? I guess I already knew how to Bee Happy on my own.

And you, what about you?

Rayne Wolfe’s dream is to write her first book Confessions of an Undutiful Daughter by the end of 2011. She completed her dream journey May of 2011 on 8WD after a year living her dream. You can find her at Toxic Mom Toolkit on Facebook.

  • Carole


    As I started doing my family tree and the more I found out about my parents and their family, the more I realized how “lucky” I was to have survived at all.
    People who know me know I had a child at the age of 10 and the age of 11 (dad was the dad to them) and they know a lot of the other dirty little secrets in my family. My close friends do not know how I turned out the way I did.
    What I decided very very early in life was – they may have taken my childhood away from me. But they could not take away my happiness as an adult.
    I remember thinking very early on (even when locked in a dark closet for days with no food) that when I got out of there I was going to Bee Happy. And that I am.


  • Ashley

    As always I can relate to the insanity….

    Funny though how when you finally accept the choice to not accept the abuse as an adult that you thought was “normal” as an child and create distance without guilt you start to see the comedy behind the crazy… really related to the “this is my family” part…

    Their send off letters do seem to always be the same almost like their mind is on a loop…

    Great post! : )

    • Rayne

      Yes! And another scary detail: my mother and aunt have hypnotically identical handwriting because they were taught to write by the same teacher. So each letter looked so spooky to me. I really like your sane synopsis of this post. I particularly wanted to capture and post this for readers in their 20’s and 30’s. If this had happened to me when I was younger I might have felt rejected. I might have internalized it thinking … Even my little old Aunt hates me. Maturity and perspective are such great gifts! Thanks for posting. Until next Sunday, Bee Happy.

  • Bee Happy :) I love that!

    And you are DEFINITELY not 54 girlfriend. No way. You look light years younger than that. Two 27s for sure. :)

    Love to you! Great post! <3

  • Shannon

    You just have to laugh, get a girlfriend with a good sense of humor and read the rest of the letters, I can only imagine. I want to hear about them. Oh and I thought you were like 45 at the most, are you kidding me? I know I’m off the subject now, but wow Rayne-Bow, you’re a stunner!


    • Sounds like a follow-up article to me!
      Silly, I’m not 54; I’m two 27’s. And some days
      I’m four 13+1/2 year olds.

  • Adelle

    This story cracked me up so hard, Rayne! You’ve got to open those crazy letters one day

    • Rayne

      I bought a binder with about a hundred clear envelope things and I started organizing them and I filled that all up and I’ve still got a stack to sort.
      I should do a follow up with quotes. They were pretty funny. Mainly about being “through with men who don’t bathe” and wondering who stole all her towells. Well, maybe not funny; but interesting.

    • Rayne

      That’s a job I’d almost want to delegate!

  • Remy G

    my fear is that your aunt will want royalties for the Bee Happy sign off, so I’ll use it sparingly. I am glad you put the letters after the kiss off one in a folder unopened. You sent good and kindness back to her and she blew it. Your family amazes me. Its like, you cant even write a movie like that, who would believe it? But when they do make “dutiful daughter” into a movie, who gets to play you? xo Rem

  • I have a sticker on my car that says Bee Kind. It’s good JuJu to be kind. I can’t believe how many old bitches I’ve be-friended in my line of work only to have them turn on me because of my spiritual practice, or the way I raise my kids or whatever. You are brave Rayne and you keep on trying. That is what eventually leads to that heartfelt MOM kind of connection. I love that you love love. That’s really what it’s all about. That was an awesome story. Lives are so interesting. When my Mom died, I was shocked by something in her trust documents….I’ll tell you about it when we hang out again. Thanks for doing what you do….women need this info. The Mom connection is super important and you are proof that we can survive and even thrive without it.
    You rule, Laurie

  • Rayne

    Uh-Oh, don’t tell me I inspired a Bee Happy sign off!

    • Catherine, Site Admin

      lol! I’m seeing little Bee Happy buttons in your future . . .

  • Mariska

    Bee Happy. I am amazed by every one of your writings. I’d like to meet you someday. M

  • Veronica

    You made me smile, you made me go “Oh my God”, you made me feel sad, what a well written post.

    I have no doubt you will reach the success you desire, you write so well and give such a picture, it keeps me engaged.

    This is life, aren’t we blessed.

    Bee Happy.

  • Catherine, Site Admin

    Wow. I cannot imagine any of my Aunts treating me this way, but then being it is your mother’s sister, it probably explains so much.

    It should make you glad you are not blood related as it might be a mental illness that runs in the family.

    When I got sick with my thyroid, I was given so much information about my grandmother’s goiter and medical problems, then my mother showed up with the same disease and some of her history began to make sense, then a cousin got thyroid cancer too. I was keenly aware how something like thyroid disease can run through a family.

    And if one side my family tree is littered with people fighting an autoimmune disease, then it stands to reason a family can be littered with mental illness due to some sort of brain chemistry problem.

    Just as I needed answers from my mother about my grandmothers illness so I could process what I was going through, you need information about your mother and her family so you can process what you are going through.

    And I don’t think you are selfish at all.


    • Rayne

      What worries me about family research is there are so many roadblocks. Either others slow roll you or you don’t feel ready or in charge. If you need information don’t hesitate and don’t take no for an answer.