Hi again!! I am Roberta Danniele Frazee.  I was born on December 30, 1952 in Connellsville, PA.. I grew up in Uniontown, PA. and surrounding area.  When I was in 5th grade we moved to a small town called Smock.   And when I say small,,I mean small,, I lived on a farm from 1963 to 1970. We had rented a small farm house there,  we had chickens, cows, pigs and a couple horses.  I lived there with my dad and stepmother.. To say the least, the term "wicked stepmother" is not exaggerated, to say, she was the meanest woman.. 

Anyway, we (me, my dad & stepmother) to a trailer, that my dad had bought and put it on some land. That was in 1970, I was 17 at the time,, We had only been there a few months when I decided I had to leave  home and went to New York to live with my older sister, who had left home years earlier.. When we still lived in Uniontown, I had yet to know about my real mother, whom I was told by my stepmother , that she didnt love me and wanted nothing to do with me,, now is that the right thing to tell a small child,, I think not,,, but being a little kid, I believed all the lies I had been told, so go figure,, It wasn't till years later that I learned the whole truth..

To go back a bit,,, when I was 3 yrs old, my dad had taken me and my older sister away from our mother when he learned that she had planned on taking us out of the country and to Costa Rica with the man that she eventually married,, So, you see, I had absolutly no contact with my mother from that day,, When we were still  living in Uniontown, this lady came to see me and my sister and as it tuned out , that lady was my mother, but since I had no idea of who she was, I turned right around and ran into the house screaming and crying,, To this day , I regret that, for you see, that was the first and last time I had seen my mother..

My mother had another baby girl in 1960, her name is Val Ann, and until just recently have never spoken or seen her,, well I still haven't seen her, but on Thursday,  April 24 2003, I finally found her. My older and I have been looking for her for such a long time it was great finding her,, but I shall tell you more about that later,,

My mother died in August of 1963, she was only 34 years old, and she still had a long life ahead of her but cut short by a brain anuerysm(sp).. I was asked if I had wanted to go to the funeral, but I refused,, how could I go to the funeral of someone that I had never known, and that , I also regret now, maybe that is why my life totally fell apart, I dont know, I guess I will never know.

I guess that is all for now,, I will continue later,,,