I took a ride over to City hall yesterday to grab a copy of my birth certificate for my passport. Todd and I are getting passports because we are going on a little trip....I am keeping it under wraps until I show my Hanna stamp which will reveal our location....Needless to say, I am so excited I could SHOUT from the Mountain Top!
Back to City Hall. I haven't been inside since 1993, when I had to get my marriage certificate. Prior to that, it was 1985, when I got my birth certificate. At that time, I was 16 and getting ready to travel abroad to Germany with my high school. I went in and discovered that my name was not Beth Erin Shopmyer, it was in fact BETHANN Erin Shopmyer. You see, my mother, being 100% Irish, originally named me Beth Ann, but decided the next day that she wanted to change the Ann to Erin. No one ever deleted Ann - so I got a whole new name! I WAS STOKED! UBERSTOKED! I had a whole new identity!
Fast forward to yesterday. There were two relatively young women at the desk at Vital Records. One was in her 40s, the other (her sister) was 38 (I know this because she announced her age and lots of other personal information during my short visit to Vital Records) . She had her young (maybe 20 month old) daughter with her. The daughter was sitting nice and quiet on the chair in the office while these two sisters filled out the form to obtain a copy of their birth certificate. The older sister went first. She was explaining the spelling error in her middle name. The clerk punched in a few keys and announced "You are in here...." - the older sister was excited....but the excitement died down when the printed copy was placed in front of her. 'Nope, No father is listed" she exclaimed! The younger sister embraced her sweetly and said, "I'm NEXT!"
The second sister went, and announced that she couldn't wait to see if she had a 'daddy' listed. She opened her wallet, took out a recipe for Peanut Butter balls (she had printed from the Internet) and handed it to her sister with a glimmer of excitement! She turned back to the clerk and exclaimed, "Mom was a dirty girl! She had four kids. My brother died a few years ago, and
we never knew who our dad was. Mom died 30 years ago, so we will never know!" Poor girl was 8 when her mom died, I thought. She turned to her daughter, who was sitting so quitely on the chair. "Don't worry! We know who your daddy is sweetie!"
I was now eager with anticipation, easily getting sucked into the history of this family...."Well, there is a FATHER listed on yours!" said the clerk! I was giddy. The sisters were standing next to me at the counter, and kept engaging me in the process! Let me tell you, the excitement was contagious! "REALLY? WHO IS IT?" asked the younger sister. "You will see in a minute" replied the clerk. I held my breath! I was so excited! The clerk haded the news over to the younger sister who exclaimed "RAY So&So!!!" The buzz was deafening. Could Ray have been both their daddy? Ray, do we know that Ray?
The elated moment passed quickly when younger sister scanned the document and noticed that the name on the birth certificate was NOT HERS, but an UNKNOWN SISTER! Quickly, younger sister jotted down the father's name and the sister's name. The clerk went back to work, looking for the correct document, apologizing profusely! "A sister?" asked the older sister! "Maybe she has a better recipe for Peanut Butter Balls!" said the younger. "I told you she was a dirty girl!" said the older one!
The second clerk handed me my documents and I had no reason to stick around and see the end to the
Who's your daddy game ....I wanted to stay, but felt just a little like a voyeurist! "Good Luck!" I called out, and left the office...
"Thanks!", the Sisters Echoed!
I looked at the papers in my hand. My vital documents. My birth certificate and my marriage certificate. Both times, I got a new name. It wasn't as exciting as finding out who my biological father was....he was the same awesome dad who had been there for me all my life. But there is always some excitement in Vital Records!