Proof The Bible Is True

My husband, Rich, who’d been adopted as a baby, always brushed aside questions about whether he’d like to find his birth parents, saying, “If they didn’t want me then, it’s too late now.” Still I knew that his stoic surface hid a deep ache. One night I noticed Rich crying at a TV movie about a father and son. I decided to track down his birth family so he might find some closure.

 

All I had to go on was the information on Rich’s birth certificate: his birthdate, October 16, 1941; his mother’s name, Ruth Hicks Casselman; and her place of birth, Waupaca County, Wisconsin. I wrote to the hospital, went through old phone directories, searched the Internet—but no luck.

 

The only place left to try was the National Archives in Washington, D.C. One day in November 1999 I went to check the census records there. But I learned that by law, census information isn’t released for 72 years. I was crushed. What good was such dated material?

 

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