Sent this 2 Paul C, he denied all of it
| Tue, Jan 20, 8:45 AM (6 days ago) | |||
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Paul, Remember me? We were in Lake ridge tm club together. You were the club president when i went there.
Anyhow, i have been searching for my mother's 1st husband, Bruce Kellie Williams, i think you knew him. He was drafted into the US Army in around 1965 or so. He married my mother in 1967, in Maryland. He lived in California when he was drafted, which was where both me and my younger brother David were born.
I do not usually write letters like this. We did not know each other very well, but we did talk at post toasties in Ruby Tuesday's and i called you at home that once. I asked you for advice for living in Korea, at which you replied that Koreans were like the Irish of the East.
Anyhow, i have lost contact with Bruce Williams, who was in US Army intelligence logistics. When i was born, he was already out of the Army, i was born in 1971, my younger brother David in 1972, both just south of San Francisco. I had sent you and your extended Chamberlin family messages on Facebook that i wanted to talk to you. I even called your house on Jenny lane in Woodbridge several nights ago.
The last time i saw Bruce was in Austin, Texas, he picked me up when i homeless there. I am still homeless.
Anyhow, i had a dream about 3 to 4 years ago. I was in Rehoboth Beach, DE in the late 1970s or so. And my mother Sandra brought me to meet "my real father". I related the dream to my mother, who denied the entire story.
I was around 4 or 5. And Sandra told me Bruce was not my father, i am 54 now. She went on to say that today i would meet this person. So we walked into a house on the boardwalk, not all that far from my grandparents Chinese house, which is no longer there. It was at the corner of Rodney and Bayard, 19971, Rehoboth Beach. Me and my mother walked into the house. The house was between Stockley st and Norforlk st, slightly north of Rodney st. The boardwalk in Rehoboth ends just south of all this. Well it used to, i have not been back in over 15 years or so.
So my mother and i walk into this house and a man and a woman were in there.
Sandra, again, my mother says that the man is my dad and the woman his mother, my paternal grandmother. Me and my mom sit on one coach, the man and his mother sat on another house. My mom told me that the man would tell me the story of why they did what they did, as in why i was illegitimate. His name was Paul, his mother called him Paul. He looked just like you, in fact it was you. My mother is denying all of it. So the man didn't seem to happy to see me, he didn't hug or kiss me, what a good human being would naturally do when meeting a family member. He just sat on the coach and stared at me. I kept complaining to my mother that the man, you, were supposed to "tell me the story". He just kept staring at me. At one point he said, "ill tell u the story", the he took me in the bedroom. Shut the door and locked it and raped me. I shouted out to my mother that he was raping me. My mother kept repeating that it was ok, i asked my mother if she were stupid or deaf, i kept reiterating that the man was raping me, how could that be good?
Anyways, Paul, are you my biological father. I think you are from New York City, NY originally. We drove up there like 3 times when i was a kid, Paul Ruddell, my maternal grandad and his wife Pauline, drove us up there before i was six or so. I never went back.
I cannot find Bruce, i even called Paradise, CA police dept for his younger brother Ralph who had lived there when the big fire happened in 2018. I just want the truth. Are you my father?
Ramsey Paul Williams
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