Now the interesting thing about the whole name change ,new daddy and adoption was that mama somehow kept it separate. Apparently she didn’t understand what name change/adoption was but neither did my dad so heck who care!
For example Dad (Ernie) and Memaw were still always Dad and Memaw, never missed a beat. Always spent time with both of them and my Lynn family as if nothing had ever happened. Like she never even changed my name or let John adopt me. But then on the other hand I called John Daddy for years and his mother, Florence, nanny. I spent a lot more time there id say. I loved Nanny with all of me. She never treated me any differently. I was named after her. Her name was Florence Taylor. Mama and John just did a little redneckin‘ and took off the y and or to make the name Tayla. So!
Nanny died a few years ago. That’s a woman who I never told enough how much I loved and appreciated her. I tell her spirit though so we cool 🙂
I don’t want you to judge mama for this name change and adoption. Ever. But you’ll do what you will. Y’all she was so young and scared. She got mad at daddy and I think probably tried to get back at him. Don’t blame daddy either. He was out on the road and didn’t really understand what was going on. My dad is and will always be Ernie. John was a good father for a while. I got a lot of love out of what mama did. I had a step dad in the mix too for 22 years, Roger. These men, good or bad, built me. Period. I can’t change the past, nor wish too 🙂