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Dad always told me that mom was born in a hammock at the base of a
beautiful waterfall somewhere outside of Auckland, New Zealand. I don’t know if
that was true or not, nor can I imagine my grandmother, Mummy Lita, going
through hours of labor pains in the late 1930’s prior to WWII, residing or
resting in a hammock instead of a hospital bed, but Dad has a way of making
things poetic…and everything about mom was poetic.
It was the depression of the 1930’s. Roosevelt
was in office, Adolf Hitler was Chancellor in Germany, and my Grandfather,
Grandpa Dick, was United Kingdom/Canada’s Commonwealth Commissioner of Trade
stationed in New Zealand. He and Mummy Lita married in Winnipeg in the late
‘20’s and moved to the Netherlands for diplomatic duty following their union.
Being an ambassador’s wife came with many perks…there were social engagements
with the who’s who of the world, and
diplomatic passports to whisk them through any airport, seaport or sticky
scenario. (or so the stories go...)
L-R:
Mummy Lita, Grandpa Dick and a Friend
at
a Polo Match Abroad
Anyway, being a diplomat’s wife was quite a
special life. Only downside, or upside depending on how you look at it, was
there were never too many years in the same place.
Back then a lot of things weren’t talked
about, marriages lasted lifetimes and hand written letters were the most common
form of communication. In fact, if it wasn’t for these things, what happened
next never would or could have happened.
Grandpa Dick couldn’t help but turn heads
wherever he went. He was 6’5” with bright blue smiling eyes and something
pertinent to say to anyone whether it be Crown Prince Akihito of Japan,
(Hirohito’s son who Grandpa Dick taught how to play the net in tennis) or a
waitress pouring coffee at a local diner. Surely his secretary Claire wasn’t
blind to this – and Grandpa Dick charmed her to no end.
Crown
Prince Akihito
(net
game was considered a tad aggressive by the Japanese at the time)
Claire was a native Kiwi, happily married to
her childhood sweetheart with one exception: her childhood sweetheart was
sterile. Claire’s doctor had given her a couple options – she could adopt a
child or ‘go on holiday’. That didn’t mean go on a trip, drink Bloody Mary’s,
relax and forget about it…it meant get pregnant by a man other than your
husband.
Claire wanted a child more than anything, and
telling her husband he was the reason for no children would have been
devastating to him and their marriage. So Claire and Grandpa Dick ‘shared a
holiday’ and Claire soon delivered a boy named Thomas.
Upon hearing Claire was finally pregnant, her
husband was ecstatic. I can’t image how Claire felt…a combination of joy and
relief coupled with guilt knowing the child was not from her husband, but from
my grandfather. There was also the dilemma that Grandpa Dick and Claire truly
loved each other in addition to loving their spouses.
Grandpa Dick and Mummy Lita moved to Australia
following a reassignment shortly after Claire gave birth to Thomas. Life went
on as normal in both families. But even through life's twists and turns, ups
and downs, one thing remained constant: Claire and Grandpa Dick wrote letters
to each other for almost half a century.
Fast forward forty-five years: Claire’s
husband has passed and she doesn’t have long to live. Thomas is now 45, with
children of his own, and after all these years, his mother finally shares her
secret with him.
Imagine finding out at 45 that dad is not your biological
father!? Claire hands her son 45 years of love letters written by the name of a
man whose name he’s never heard before…yet whose blood he shares.
Thomas boards a plane to Spain, which was
where the most recent letter was postmarked, and sets out on a quest to meet
his biological father.
When Thomas walked into Grandpa Dick’s room,
there was no question as to who he was. They were spitting images of each
other. Finally, after almost half a century, Grandpa Dick met the son he knew
only by Claire’s decades of letters.
As if by design, my Grandfather died soon
after his first encounter with his son, perhaps feeling free to move onto
another realm now that his life was complete.
And now I have family in New Zealand.
-Life
is Full of Surprises,
Bradley
