Knocking Secrets Down

Years spent searching counties seek as if a Mountie. Google search phrase entered foster records centered. All this time papers hide in the town by his side, discreet, closer to home, records in a state tomb. The secrets I unlock, finally we will knock pesky untruths aside state wards no longer hide. My father will behold, seventy-six years old we cannot touch the page due to its increased age. Slave boys they had become down came sun chores undone behind the barn a whip hard farm work they learned quick. At last we will see why their parents had said bye nineteen-thirty-seven when Dad wanted Heaven. In 1937 my father and most of his siblings were put into foster care, save one, which was sent to live in an asylum. For years, off and on, I have attempted to locate the records to find out the truth behind this, because my father is unsure why it ever happened. Today I was on the hunt again, and in frustration I typed one more search phrase into Google. This did the trick, I know exactly where the documents are, all this time I have been looking at the county level, when they are at the state level repository.  As a researcher, this is a huge break, as a daughter I fear what I will find, as a human I can’t wait to get my gloved hands on the 76 year-old documents.