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There was no legal adoption. My birthmother and sister, about 6 years older than me, lived with my "adoptive parents" at 70 Lemon Ave., Arcadia, CA from September 1947 until my birth January 1948. Within 1 hour of my birth my black market adoptive father, PAUL W. REYNOLDS, and a family friend, CHARLES S. FOSTER, were on the way to my black market adoptive parents home in Arcadia, CA. My black market adoptive mother, VIOLET J. REYNOLDS, stayed behind at the office of MILLARD C. BRADLY, M.D., the doctor who delivered me at 1415 E. Olive, Compton, CA. After my birth mother had passed the afterbirth and was stable, my black market adoptive mother, drove she and my sister to the home of my paternal grandparents, ROY and MAE REYNOLDS, 1108 E. McGirk St., El Monte, CA where my birthmother and my sister stayed for about a week at which time my paternal grandfather drove my birthmother and my sister to a corner in Southgate/Compton area where she insisted on be dropped off. My grandfather, per my grandmother, was upset that he was not allowed to drive her to her home but thought he saw her go to an apartment close to the corner. When I was in the 8th grade (14), my maternal grandmother told me that my sister was named Dianne and she was 6 years older than me. She made me promise never to tell my parents she told me. I never did. Believe me, when I did find out there was no adoption and asked them about it, I understood why I knew inside it was a subject I was NEVER TO BRING UP. They were scared to death they would be arrested and blew the family apart for the rest of their lives. My grown children still suffer from the dysfunction surrounding the subject. The entire family knew the whole story, (adults) except me, (this is the paternal side of the family) and vowed to take the truth to their graves. They did. Through Ancestry, a first cousin and his daughter located me about a year ago. I haven’t met them yet since we moved to Missouri. It looks like his entire family came from Oklahoma and eventually all moved to the Compton/Southgate area. He thought his one aunt might be my mother. We paid to have her son tested and he turned out to also be a 1st or 2nd cousin with less markers matching my DNA than my first cousin. I don’t know where to go. I’m exhausted after over 40 years of searchng. My first cousin’s name is SHENEAU STANLEY. Because there was o adoption, confirmed by the woman who was head of California State Adopotions about 35 years ago, in CA or any surrounding state, I don’t know where to go. SHENEAU STANLEY, my 1st cousin, has several uncles, all deceased, and I believe two aunts, one of which is COSETTA STANLEY PEACOCK, whose son, SHAD STANLEY, is the other 1st cousin we had tested, and turned out to have less DNA matching markers than SHENEAU STANLEY. In about 1980, I went to Los Angeles and talked with all the neighbors who were still there. I called other neighbors who had moved. I talked with my kindergarten teacher who did not know of a child attending Santa Anita Elementary School prior to, or after,, my birth, except MARILYN MILLER, the daughter of MAVIS MILLER FOSTER, now deceased, who married CHARLES S. FOSTER, the friend who drove home with my black market adoptive father and me, at under one hour old, when I was 11 months old. I had a DNA test done with MAVIS MILLER FOSTER and it came out negative.