If you’ve been following my previous blog posts, then you’ll know all about my search for my Great Grandfather, so as you may have gathered from the title, I found him!
But for others, I’ll recap.
My Grandfather George was born at the end of World War 1 in 1919, being the result of a short-lived romance between an English WAAC nurse, named Eva-Rose, and an Australian soldier.
His mother desperately wanted to keep him but her family forced her into signing the adoption papers when George was 9 months old.
George’s new family immigrated to Australia where they eventually settled in Perth. He went on to marry a local girl and have four children of his own.
Having always known he was adopted, it wasn’t until he was in his 60’s that he decided to try and look for his birth mother.
Fortunately, his mother’s name and address at the time of his birth were on his birth certificate and so they wrote to a local newspaper in the town, asking if anyone knew her to contact them.
Eva-Rose saw the paper and wrote a letter to him. They were reunited the following year when George and his wife flew to England. It was a very happy occasion and George always seemed to have a spring in his step from that moment on.
But what of his father? Eva-Rose could only give us a name, ‘Jack Scott’ and said that he was in the Australian Army and came from Melbourne.
*Actually, when the story was relayed to me I was only told that he was from somewhere on the East Coast, let this be a lesson not to trust the memories of older people! (Seriously, this small piece could have saved me 100’s of hours of research!)
Fast forward years and years of trawling army records and collating information in spreadsheets, when I decided to do a DNA test with 23andme.com as they provided a Relative Finder search. I figured this would be my only hope. Continue reading