The verdict on my heritage is…
…I’ve hit a wall.
Well, this was to be expected. The records from the closed state hospital went to the new “super hospital” (a huge hospital spanning several buildings and dominating the town in which they stand) and (by the sounds of it) were tossed into a basement closet somewhere to be forgotten about.
It seems I was seriously impositioning these people to try to find out why my birth certificate might have taken so long to get the doctor’s signature and they didn’t really seem to understand why I was curious about it. Apparently, people only inquire about their birth certificate for 2 reasons:
- to get a copy
- to correct wrongful information on it (and hell, I didn’t know you could do that because I thought they were supposed to verify the info before they typed them up anyway).
Normally, sure.
In my seriously impositioning and time wasting of these busy, busy people, my answer is “Perhaps the doctor was just busy”. ><
What I know from my digging around is that it is true there were lots of babies born in the state where I was that year, just bearing my same surname alone there were over 600 (which makes me wonder how many Jones or Smith babies were born there that year, holy cow!), but I do have one of the more common last names
Maybe it’s true the doctor was really busy. It still wouldn’t account for all the other issues that bring the matter to question, does it? Y’know, the no family resemblances and stuff.
In the end, I suppose it doesn’t matter too much. It doesn’t change who I am. It’s all a matter of curiosity, I don’t expect to find some perfect family out there waiting for me all these years, I wouldn’t bother them if I did. So, there it is. As far as the super hospital is concerned nothing is remiss, that doctor was just busy delivering babies and was hard-pressed to find time to sit down and sign all of the certificates. OK, it could’ve been worse. =)