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My birth name was Benjaman Andrew Noyes, given at Lynn hospital 29 November 1944. At some point, I ended up in the Bradley family I was under a year old. Some people say something and others say other things. I have my memories I was always told that I was adopted. This turns out to be not true I never felt adopted and the records are gone/never existed/ Peggy Bradley , my mother, told me my birth name very close to her death. I never perused any of this information, because it didn't really make any difference I am here now. My father Joe was from hard scrapple , very bright and very handsome -He never had any known children. He told me close to his death how surprised he was to find me at the house. I just turned up one day My first memory is of hiding behind a couch in a home I was crawling and trying to get away from a woman who had on a hat and checkered clothing I remember it was nice out. Warm. I remember an iron fence and a car with the nose pointing right Turns out the Bradley family wasn't that cohesive . Joe left No doubt with some justification But unfortunately he kept his game in town. A cruel town |
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