This one is bordering on a GD regarding privacy rights vs. the individual’s right to know. To make a long story short, my grandmother was raised primarily in an orphanage in Canada after her parents’ long and messy breakup. So that you have an idea about how little my dad’s side of the family communicates about these issues, my own father had no idea about any of this until he was almost 40 years old. (Why it never occurred to him to ask were his grandparents were, I have no idea.)
My grandmother is 88 years old now, and in recent years, upon my gentle questioning in the course of conducting some genealogical research, she has opened up a little bit about the circumstances of her childhood and how she came to the U.S. Based on some of the new information I had been able to collect from her and other relatives, I filed a bunch of Freedom of Information Act requests with INS and the National Archives to see if I could document the lives of my grandparents and great-grandparents (for all branches of the family, not just my grandmother’s). Most of them have turned up nothing so far, probably because the spelling of various family names has changed over the years. However, I did get a response back from INS, saying that there was a record for my grandmother’s mother, but that it was too old for them to retain and so it was housed at the National Archives; they even gave me the record # so I could request it more efficiently.
Unfortunately, before I got the chance to do so, my grandfather died. Part of the fallout surrounding his death included my discovery that not only did my grandmother probably never bother to naturalize (although she’s been here since 1930), she’s been voting all this time, which technically makes her deportable. My grandmother, the felon. Wonderful.
So although the odds of anyone bothering my 88-year-old Canadian-born grandmother, with the Social Security number and U.S. citizen children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren are pretty slim, maybe I should get cracking on the citizenship stuff (for one thing, it’s possible that if I can document that her mother was a U.S. citizen, she would be a U.S. citizen at birth, and none of this would be an issue). However, my grandmother called and asked me to stop working on her family history. Why, you ask? Well, because her sister is uncomfortable with it. I should explain about my great-aunt: to be charitable, she is a difficult person. In stark contrast to my grandmother, she has spent most of her adult life filthy rich and living all over the world, after marrying a succession of old, wealthy men who die and leave her all their money. She orders people around and has absolutely no idea what it’s like to live in the real world, because she is used to having servants. Plus she looks absolutely nothing like my grandmother: for one thing, she’s a good 10” shorter. The rest of my family can’t stand her; I hadn’t seen her since I was a little kid, but after meeting her again a couple of years ago, I had to agree.
So my gut feeling is that there is a parentage issue and/or other potential family skeleton in the closet here. Really, I don’t care; I don’t see why that should reflect badly on my grandmother or anyone else still living, since they would have done nothing wrong. I just want to solve a family mystery and resolve any outstanding citizenship issues it’s possible to resolve on behalf of my grandmother. I asked my grandmother if she, herself, wanted me to stop what I was doing, since I’d discussed everything with her upfront and even gotten a signed release from her. Passive as she is, she just kept repeating “My sister wants you to stop.” I couldn’t even get her to articulate what she wanted. Finally, I threw in the towel and told her I would honor her request, even if it didn’t make any sense to me. My great-aunt is past 90 and not in good health, so I figured I could revisit the issue again when the moment was more opportune.
But my question is: don’t I have a right to know about the history of my own family? Most of the records I would request are old enough to be in the public domain, plus if I wanted to be sneaky (which I don’t), I still have my grandmother’s signed release. I honestly think she’s deferring to her sister, and she’s acted positively relieved when I’ve made other discoveries (one of which involved retrieving the entire file form the orphanage where she was raised, including the records of her late brother, whom I never met). I just want the secrecy and the lies to stop with this generation; is that so wrong? Is there any way I could pursue the remaining unsolved puzzles while still maintaining family harmony?