I was adopted into two vastly different families – the Glaude’s and the Daly’s.

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My mother’s family the Glaude family was predominate in almost every way. First there were a lot of them. My mother had 5 brothers and sisters and most of them had several children each. So by the time I came along thanksgiving could mean 50 people. It was pretty amazing. For me the best part was that even though I was adopted I looked like them. In fact, I look like my adopted parents. The Glaude’s were Creole, which to them meant a mixture of African, Spanish and a huge helping of French. Supposedly my great grandmother only spoke broken English and French. Of course her name was Fanny Goldsmith and who knows what that means.

The Dalys were a smaller brood. My Dad had three brothers and two had children. My grandfather was part Indian and part African. My grandmother was white – grey eyes and ash blond hair. After she married my grandfather she lived the rest of her life as a Black woman. She never spoke much about where she grew up or her family. I did get to know her. She didn't past until the mid 1980s. My grandfather, whom I share a name with died in the early 1940s. I would have loved to know her whole story.

They both had interesting stories. I have done research on both families and hope to put it on this site soon. At minimum, I have a ton of family photos which I will put up.