I am the daughter of Verona and Cleveland, and this is my story.
In 1962, my mother collided with my father in a whirl wind romance and after some chocolate and peppermint schnapps I was conceived in the Imperial Hotel in Calgary. I even have the key ring for that hotel. My mother found out she was expecting me when she entered the Air Force and had to leave because of her pregnancy.
My father was happy about it and my Mother went to live with him. My mother says they were together for 6 months and lived together for the last 3 of those months before she left with me in utero. Dad had a huge break down over some rumor spread by his best friend about his brother who had a drinking problem. My Uncle attacked my mother and she fought back and he probably started spreading the rumor to save face.
My mother listened to a lot of music by the Platters after she broke up with my father for his raging behavior. (no wonder I was always drawn to their songs.) When I was born my Mom gave me the name Tanya (from a romance novel she had read) Lorraine (after a nurse, I think it was) Owen (because she thought she was an Owen but she was actually a Silzer). She did the best she could for about a year, passing me from family member to family member. She then came to the conclusion she didn't want to have a relationship with me like she had with her mother and she wanted me to have two parents and all the good stuff that comes from a loving family. (she couldn't have been more wrong in this case) She decided to relinquish me for adoption, changed her mind briefly and changed it back when her mother told her she had signed the papers so she had to. (That was also erroneous) And so, the social worker told her there was a family ready and waiting for me. I was handed over. Mom says she remembers me looking out the back window of the blue car as they drove me away. I was 1 year old. (04 Jul 1963). The system lied to her, I was actually taken to a foster home in Hanna and was not adopted until I was 1.5 years old. Talk about the system creating attachment issues!
The adopting parents were Gunnhild Karoline Vikedal and Lloyd Nygaard (a married couple with an adopted son, Brent, who was 1.5 years older than me.) from Jenner, Alberta, They adopted me on April 12, 1965 and changed my name to Tanya Marie Nygaard. When I was 4, They divorced, due to infidelity (on her part).
We left Jenner, Alberta for Davidson, Saskatchewan with the man she had her affair with. She did not realize she had picked up with a pedophile. I dealt with being hyper vigilant for a good ten years. (Yup...me, too!) I remember being in Davidson because I was envious that my 'brother' got to go to school. I remember also that the dog Sheba sat on me in the middle of the street and I wondered why my Dad didn't come see me, he just sent my toys, Also, I had my first experience of 'love at first site' with a tall dark handsome stranger (who was probably a social worker) whom I asked to marry me, I was 4. I figured out/guessed I was adopted when I was there too, if not, it was shortly after yet another move.
We moved to Paradise Valley, Alberta and that is where I started school. E.A Walter Elementary and Mrs. Taylor were my favorite memories. Even when she had to give me the strap. She helped me paint a ceramic Robin (which I still have). And I didn't get into too much trouble even with the fight over the swing during which, I got winded.
In the summer after grade 3 (1972) we moved to Brooks, Alberta. Then, at age 9, the adoptive mother married my perpetrator. I was asked if I wanted to be adopted by him, but not privately, so I had to say 'okay' and reluctantly I had to bear his surname. Needless to say I did not carry the name with pride, and I became fixated on figuring out who I belonged to. I practiced my genealogy skills on my adoptive family in the beginning. This second adoption occurred on April 12, 1972.
In the summer of 1976 we moved to Lomond, Alberta and I was living on a farm, horse back riding, doing 4-H and being picked on by the small town kids to the point of extreme ulcers. That same fall, when I was 14 I attacked my perp because he came at me again and I told him to keep to himself or I would spill the beans on his ignorant behavior toward me. My perp had made the mistake of having me pitch 100 pound hay bales all summer and that made me extremely strong and hence freed me from his tyranny. Standing up for me was so empowering and getting the anger out was even better as it helped my ulcers. So I also fought the bullies at the school and put my physically and mentally abusive sibling in his place and to his knees. Yes, I kicked him "there".
The family moved back to Brooks in the summer of 1978. I left home on October 20 1978 after being told I had to stop babysitting to earn money and an attack on my person occurred by the parental units. I did get my drivers license and my first car was a 1971 Dodge Colt (Cricket). More freedom!
I had been secretly seeing a Social Worker, (the Worker was my step sister's worker for she had cerebral palsy) and they told me I had the right to leave home if being abused and IF I could support myself. The law had changed on October 1, 1978. I was out the door on the 20th.
I didn't know how to leave home, nor did I have any real life skills, so I asked a younger friend who had done this "run from home" thing before to help me. We hitch-hiked to Olds, Alberta and then to her friends place in a small town called Sundre. I ended up leaving Sundre, because her friend was the jealous sort and I went back to Olds and ended up with the wrong people. A girl I was going to share rent with plied me with beer and then locked me in a "room" with a 19 year old boy who had his way with me not realizing "no is no".
It was devastating, considering I had avoided being raped for years. I had a tough time with the reality of life for about 6 months. I just ended up here and there with no real grounding. It's what made me promise to myself to always help people if I was able, I found my way back to Brooks and my maternal adoptive grandmother put me to work in the "old Folks Home" and I tried a return to school. Unfortunately, the stress of working and school wore me down and I lost 3 days of my life to pneumonia. Being so sick I had to quit school and work and another friend took me home and her mother nursed me back to health.
About the time I was able to function again (March or April of 1979), I met the father of my first child. I was 17 and a half years old when I got pregnant (Dec 23/79). In spite of the pressure to have an abortion, I stood strong and chose to have this baby whom I felt was a girl. I had our daughter when I was 18 years and 3 months of age (Sep 28/80).I chose to give our daughter her father's surname, even though we were not wed. Because of being adopted, I believed, that a child ought to have their fathers surname, if not both.
At age 18, due to the amount of isolation I had been through as a girl, I was extremely naïve and prone to a ton of anxiety. However, I had a child so I had to learn quickly. I couldn't even talk on the phone without preparing a script.
The relationship was fraught with lots of issues arose. The worst fight was when the father of my child threatened I could never take my daughter if I ever left. He said it was because she had his last name and I did not. Up until that point I had continually refused to marry him. I got upset and because of my being so naïve decided the next time he drunk-dialed me from work and proposed I would say, yes.
So at age 20, I surrendered to a marriage to Chuck on 03 July 1982 and my surname became Bull. Anyway, I discovered his knowledge was lacking in matter of Family Court, as was mine and once I realized it really wasn't me who had issues that affected the relationship, I left. We divorced 1 year and 11 days from the date of our wedding, on 14 Jul 1983.
All this time my yearning to find my parents continued on and because of the social workers helping me in the past I knew about the Alberta Government Reunion Registry in Edmonton and that was a priority in my quest to find out who I belonged to. Especially after having my baby, I wanted real roots and branches!
I went on to train in 1985-1987 as a Writer/Producer for Television and was considering becoming a broadcast news reporter. I thought saying "This is Tanya Bull reporting" was horrid and I was divorced anyway, so I chose the surname of the man I was living with at the time and legally changed my name to Williams. We were only together 2 years.
In 1989 or so, the "Me Too Secret" was Revealed to my adoptive family by my first born which caused a rift and I was "disowned" from them. (Yes, I know they didn't "own" me, but they were very good at ignoring me completely) The wait time for counseling was too long and I needed immediate support. This event also fueled my desire to find my birth family. And this is thankfully when I joined 'Creators Code' (a personal development course) to help me get my sanity back.
Creators Code (or 'Personal Best' as it was branded back then) is where I met the father of my next two children He met me and every month for 5 months, he would say "I should marry you" so just to hold him off, I agreed to be engaged. He was happy with that however our celebration resulted in my getting pregnant and not really taking him seriously re the engagement I got panicked and he had to remind me we were engaged. I guess I was hoping for a long engagement and it didn't happen so we married after only 6 months of knowing one another. (19 Feb 1989) I was age 26 and became a Bryant. We had two children together. We divorced after 14 years. He had sexual predator issues - and 'me too' occurred once more)
While in the second marriage I was President of "Parent Finders". It helps with genealogy! I checked in and made friends with a woman at the Reunion Registry, and chatted with her frequently. Meanwhile, My Mom, living in British Columbia found out about the Reunion Registry from a neighbor who was an adoptive mother, in 1989 and signed up right away. I was reunited (22 Oct 1989) with my Mother of Choice "Yay!" and she introduced me to my father on the 26 Oct 1989.
After a few years, I asked my Mother and Father if I could become their child again. They agreed. I filed a Petition called "Tanya Marie Bryant Act" in Alberta.  I took this upon myself with no lawyer. This petition requested that my adoption(s) (there were two) be terminated. It passed. I immediately changed my surname to Lowry. My birth registration does not reflect my father because of his attitude (saying I was not his) toward my mother during her pregnancy with me, she disallowed me to enter him on my birth registration. I respect that and besides his need for DNA, proved otherwise. He is my father.
Even though I have married again (to a man who is worth his weight in gold), I choose to stay with the name Lowry. Mainly, it's because I believe it is important to change ones surname if one is having children together, which we are not. We moved to Victoria in March of 2020 and chose to move to Duncan in 2021. John was diagnosed with multiple myeloma January 25, 2021, so over and above our spiritual union we married in Victoria, B.C. on Feb 14, 2021 after a horrendous snowstorm...looking out over the ocean. <3
There you have the short version of my many surnames. Tanya Lorraine Marie Owen Nygaard Stafford Bull Williams Bryant Lowry Francis. Tanya Marie Lowry...is my return to self!
More: Hunting down my Tree of Origin has been exciting and started when I was six! (officially when I was 18) in 1980.
I put this tree here to help my descendants to sort that puzzle out. In essence no one ought to have to recall all those names except my children who can recite them with ease. LOL! Just in case though, I am making it apparent who I was, who I am and who they come from!
By the way, in researching my bio tree I discovered I am 17 degrees from my adoptive family and my Perp...go figure! We are all cousins.
To aid WikiTree in the administration of my account should I be incapacitated, or in the event of my death, I hereby give permission for all private profiles I'm managing to be transferred to the following WikiTreers, whether or not they are currently on the Trusted Lists: Digital Afterlife It may seem morbid, but in the event of my untimely demise I want to be sure that none of my hard work on WikiTree ends up being put in the hands of strangers who don't let my family manage. (That is not a nice feeling.) While I fully intend on being around to manage all my profiles for the next 80 years or so (heh), in the event of my sudden death I hereby give permission for all of my private profiles to be transferred to any of the following slightly-active WikiTreers in my family, whether or not they are currently on the trusted lists:
If I am the sole profile manager of a large number of profiles in any past royal family. They can be passed off to any interested WikiTreer under PPP.
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