Waiting365.jpgby Kelli

Walking in the woods with her best friend one warm afternoon, the real world barreled into her idyllic life. Three men approached the 16-year-old girls; they were separated. [Minka] Disbrow, who still believed storks delivered babies, was raped by a man in a cowboy hat who called himself “Mack.”

Bloody and sore, Disbrow and her friend returned home.

Neither spoke of what had occurred, but her body spoke for her. Months later, when her belly swelled, her mother pulled her aside and asked whether she had “known” any boys. Disbrow revealed the attack. Only then did her mother explain, pointing to her stomach, that “babies grow here.”…

On May 22, 1929, Disbrow, 17, gave birth to a beautiful girl she called Betty Jane.

When the bundle was lowered into her arms, Disbrow drank in everything about the baby, from her thin lips to her pink cheeks and wisp of blond hair.

It was love at first sight….

Disbrow felt conflicted. Her love was so strong. But she knew life on a farm, as a single woman with no education, was no life for this baby.

Meanwhile, a Lutheran clergyman and his wife desperately wanted a baby girl and contacted the House of Mercy. Disbrow was thrilled by the match….

Disbrow wrote regularly [to the agency]… to inquire about Betty Jane…. Responses were kind but purposefully vague. Often her letters received no reply.

Her only memento was a black-and-white photo taken before the child was taken away…. For two ­decades, she wrote, penning some 60 letters….

Every year, she reached for that faded black-and-white photograph and said a prayer for Betty Jane on her birthday. She did the same in 2006 on Betty Jane’s 77th birthday. She prayed that God would finally let her meet her daughter.

~ Susannah Cahalan, telling the incredible story about how a birth mother and her daughter were reunited after more than 77 years apart, New York Post, May 11

[HT: Todd S.]

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