Were there any scandals in your families?

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What was her first name(s), so far as you know?

Some people prefer to use their middle names (I know, I certainly do), and so she may have been listed by a different first name.

Alternatively, some names have some nicknames that aren't always obvious.

For example, my grandmother was called Sarah on her birth and marriage certificates, but everyone knew her as Sally; likewise my grandfather was called John on his birth and marriage certificate, but everyone knew him as Jack.

And there are other women's names, like Meg and Peggy are both supposed to be 'short for' Margaret; Dot or Dotty are short for Dorothy or possibly Dorothea; Liz and Eliza and also Bet or Betty are 'short for' Elizabeth/Elisabet; to give just a few examples. So you could be looking in the records for Peggy Smith, not knowing that you should actually be looking for Margaret Smith.

Say what name you have and I'll try to tell you what other names it might be good to look for.

As for the rumour that she may have been Jewish, well, that's another possibility. An ex boyfriend of mind had an English sounding name, because apparently his father's parents or grandparents had moved to the UK from somewhere like Latvia or Lithuania, and had changed the family name, they had Anglicised it. Apparently, that was a very common thing to do. You'd probably find more information about that kind of thing in specialised Jewish archives or through Jewish historians.

I felt sort of creeped out, I guess. I remember finding this big book with an emblem on it, and a dagger underneath his bed. I got curious and read up on it, and it only creeped me out more!

my dad was accused of being a peeping tom.
he wasnt tho!!
it was awful and my dad thinks it was this weird guy they call bicycle bobby.
he's creepy and followed me home once im glad my mom was home in time cuz she scared him off and he almost fell down there stairs lolz.

The mother of my granny was very young and unmarried when granny was born, and so granny was adopted by her biological aunt. Her biological mother had another child later, again out of wedlock, and my granny could at one time recall - before old age wrecked her memory - all the older women of the family getting together in their big hats to discuss what would be done with this baby when it was born. I've no idea what did happen to it.

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I'm quite ignorant about the subject, so please forgive me, but what's frightening about Freemasonry?

EnglishLulu, she was a Patricia, and I've tried Pat, Patty, Patsy etc. and still come up with nothing. She also had quite an unusual middle name - which I inherited, and which could, at a stretch, be a last name, and possibly Italian at that - but that's also yielded nothing in any possible combination. And her last name (I'm not giving away too much here for obvious reasons) could be a variant on at least one fairly common Jewish name, so I tried that too, but still no joy.

I know what you mean about names...my grandfather on the other side was known most of his life by his (officially) middle name. The story was that after he was born at home in the small village where they lived, his father had set off to walk to the nearest town some miles away to register the birth, stopped in at every pub en route, arrived somewhat the worse for wear and got the baby's first and middle names the wrong way round!

I AM the scandal in my family! And they don't even know about the autism bit...

Well, I have read about it being a front for all sorts of evil things, and its been mentioned in conspiracy theories, as well as being a factor behind multiple political and international scandals, with a lot of behind the scenes plotting and power plays. I know that my dad seemed always able to get out of being arrested, after beating my mother, because of his connections.

Yea and my dad has kept from being arrested even though he has chased children down the street at gun point and many, many other things. Lets just say my dad is a very bad man.

His connection the the masons keeps him out of trouble.

Also the eastern star's ( the woman's version of the masons) has an Inverted Pentacle as there symbol this is an evil symbol.

Now I am even more frightened of them!

Oh please. The pentagram is a symbol of the four elements - earth/air/fire/water - crowned by Spirit. The inverted pentagram is a symbol of spirit immersed in matter, and is the symbol of the Second Degree initiation in Gardnerian Wicca. Gerald Gardner, its founder, was at one point what's known as a 'co-Mason', a continental version of Masonry which does admit women, and he may have derived the symbol from there. But until so-called 'Satanists' co-opted it there was nothing 'evil' about the pentagram, inverted or otherwise.

Not in my family.

I'm glad you finally got what you deserve...a good life. God bless!

I feel nervous to ask you but I will because you were comfortable enough to post your story.
Did you sell your body just to support your habit or did you sell it for some sort of reciprocity for your molestation at a young age? In Las Vegas, I was a cleaning-lady for a madame. She employed about 25 prostitutes and every single one of them was molested as a small child. I used to eavesdrop all the time and used to bawl my eyes out at their stories...really unfortunate and sad and yet they were seen as sooo low. They were VERY human. Half were drug addicts and "all" had the HIV. They certainly didn't deserve that. The madame supplied me with boxes upon boxes of gloves to protect myself when I cleaned up. She too had a "harrowing story". It made my "old life" pale in comparison. But there was a cruelty about her too. Not to me but to the girls. I think there is far more to it when a woman decides to prostitute herself. There's more to it than quick cash and settin' your own hours. This is not the same as being trapped by pimp. That's a whole different story. That madame I cleaned for let the girls go whenever they wanted. She'd just replace them...once she called them "a dime a dozen". I never knew how she "procured" them. I don't think I'd want to. Once she got drunk and said,"If we employed you, we'd starve! Stick to housekeeping my dear, and want for nothing". Then she threw a hundred dollar bill at me and said, "Take the rest of the night off! You F'n half-a-nigger''. I never went back. Even being around that kind of life wears you to a nub.
This was 1982 and that hundred dollar bill went fairly far. I heard she replaced me in less than two days. That fat, old, shameless madame. Surrounded by "sorrow" money made by women who had aids. But she still managed to call me a n****r. I hated her for that.

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Two of my cousins in my age married each other. It was okay as one of them was adopted and not biological into the family. They got two children together. But their marriage didnt last long and today they are divorced...I think the mother care for the children now

I feel nervous to ask you but I will because you were comfortable enough to post your story.
Did you sell your body just to support your habit or did you sell it for some sort of reciprocity for your molestation at a young age? quote]

That is a very good question. I started doing drugs about a year into "working". It seemed like a great idea at the time as it gave me a sense of emotional detatchment and I felt in control and powerful. So no, I didn't start working for the drugs. As for the reciprocity.. again no. Having a low level of self-worth certainly made it easier to enter into such a base way of earning a living. And being repeatedly abused doesn't do much for self-worth to develop. This experience was a continuation and progression from my first suicide attempt at 10. I didn't want to "get back" at anyone. At this point I will give you the short version of the context of how I got involved.

I was in love with my boss at the age of 21. You will remember I just had the guts to leave my abusive boyfriend. My little girl was happily living with her grandmother in another city. The job was empowering and I worked very hard at proving myself (looking for approval). I got promoted rapidly. In hindsight I realise that he probably manipulated the situation in his best interests. Unbeknownst to me he was using company money to fund personal expenses. When HO wanted to do an audit and he couldn't replace the cash quickly enough, he spilled the beans to me. He pleaded with me to take the blame for the missing money. He said that he'd tell them I had taken the money and he'll look after me for a while until it all cleared. I was naive, in love and I had romantic delusions ( I thought I had the opportunity to prove that I can love selflessly and be loved in return by being this kind Samaritan ), that he was going to look after me and we'd live happily ever after.. Well, not so. He never supported me. I tried to find work, but with this issue hanging over my head and my reputation in tatters I didn't get one. No references etc. He dropped me off at a brothel and told me to be with this work, there is nothing to be ashamed of and he'd not judge me and all the liberal bulls**t he could think of. I did. And cried non-stop for days afterward, but then the money hooked me. I didn't see him for 7 years. Until he finally tracked me down and apologised for what he had done.

What I can say is that once again, it boiled down to a lack of self-love and self-awareness. And when I started to love myself and take responsibility for my life, my life started working for me.

My father's side of the family are all great. No scandals, law abiding, decent, good people. My Uncle's a cop, my dad served a few years in the military.

My mother's side of the family is full of horrible people. Rotten sleazebags abound. There's all kinds of nasty stuff I don't even want to go into here. There are some abusive low lifes to say the least. They mostly lived in the middle of nowhere and do pretty much what they want. Most of them I have never met. I would never join them.

I've always presented the two sides of the family as a dichotomy with my father's side being the "good" while my mother's side are more like the "evil".