I was adopted in the mid fifties by Maurice Jarvis and his wife, Mary Thelma “Kim” Jarvis. They named me Shelley Kay. I was born in March reportedly in Wyandotte General Hospital in Wyandotte, Michigan. I had/have a large port wine stain on one side of my nose. When I was young it extended across my face from my right eye to my left cheek. I also have an oval brown birthmark on my side.
According to the non-identifying information that I’ve gotten from the state, it was a private adoption. Everything that follows I take with a grain of salt as people often lie on adoption papers. My birth mother was born in the 1926 – 1929 timeframe. She was 5 foot 2 inches tall, weighed 120 lbs. and had brown hair and grey eyes. She was French (Canadian it appears) and Irish. Her mother died a month or so after she was born and she was raised by her mother’s sister. She had no brothers or sisters but her aunt had two girls and a boy in the house besides herself. It is unclear if these were her aunt’s children or other fostered children. My mother was Catholic and married to a man not my father. She had a boy born in 1952-3 by her husband. She may have been getting a divorce when I was given up for adoption. She had completed high school and worked for a short period as a store clerk. She said that she was born in Michigan.
My purported father was 5 foot 10 inches tall, stocky, with blue eyes and blond hair. He was ten years or so older than my mother so born in 1916-1919. He was married with two children of his own. Since he was older, it’s likely that the children were born in the mid forties. He denied any responsibility for my mother being pregnant. My mother claimed he was German and Protestant. He was a salesman.
My genetics seem to verify my father’s identity. I have an unusual shade of eyes that is only possible with one grey eyed parent and one blue eyed parent. They are blue on the outside, gold near the middle and green in between. I also started out as a strawberry blond, became a dirty blond and then went to light brown hair when I hit 20. It’s now mostly silver.
My mtDNA, which indicates your mother’s mother’s mother’s etc. ancestry, is K1a10 most likely indicates pre-Celtic Irish although it’s possible that my maternal line came from England, Norway, Sweden, or Scotland.
My DNA matches at both FTDNA and 23andMe indicate that I’m French Canadian and Irish certainly with the possibility that the Irish side has only been in the country for a few generations. I’ve also got a strong streak of English and in fourth place, judging by my matches, is German. I suspect that I’m a German/Belgian/Prussian mix with some Nordic tossed in for good measure on my father’s side.
One of my lineages appears to go through North Carolina with surnames Pugh, Bennet and Griffin. I also have close relatives, third or fourth cousins, in Australia with the Walsh surname. The French Canadian line is hard to trace because the population is so intermarried but I’m related to people with the following surnames: Rose, Roy-Desjardines, Dube, Gendron, and Paquet. Aside from Walsh, the Irish side seems to have MacDonald’s, Corcoran, Sullivan, Tuohy and Byrnes.
Errata About Me That My Family May Share
I have three degrees that you can read about elsewhere on the site and an IQ of around 150. I have a musical drive but I’m not really good with any instrument although I’m ok with a hand drum. I love to dance and am decent at certain types of dance. I paint in acrylics, dabble in photography, can handle a hammer and saw, and like to do craft type projects. When I’m doing anything creative I can completely forget what day it is.
I spent six years in the military, I love to swim – I spent all day in the water when I was young. I am fond of animals and love to grow plants. I read ravenously when young, everything from comic books to science fiction. Now I’m writing instead of reading.
I am a night person, I am writing this at 4:30 am and I could stay up another three hours without blinking. It doesn’t matter what time I go to bed, I’m not fully functional till noon.
I’m fat. There’s just no way around it. I fought it all my life but I lost the battle
I would really love to meet my family. I’ve always felt that I had siblings somewhere in the world when I was young even though I was raised an only child.
If you have information that you think will help me find my family: