FrankenToy
Cynically skeptical...
- Joined
- Aug 6, 2020
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I forget what I needed a birth certificate for, passport perhaps. Yes, the "birth certificate" with the little footprints from the "birth" hospital is, for the most part, a novelty parting gift given to the birth provider. I had to go to the Denver County records and bring, I think, two forms of proof. One of the issues I encountered was the need to also know my mother's maiden name. She had already passed and I didn't suffer her company well when she was with us, so figuring that out was a real puzzle. No online stuff, had to go in person. The real bitch is that I can't find that birth certificate now (which, for the most part, looked like a grocery store receipt) :)).I went into the shop to do the paperwork since the rifle arrived. Turns out, I do need a birth certificate because I don't have a Real ID. I didn't get a Real ID because I couldn't find my birth certificate when my driver license renewal time came around. They can't accept a certified abstract of birth, so I had to start digging. I spent a couple of hours looking for it, found the original in the stuff my Mother set aside for me before she died. Hope they take one from 1963, sure doesn't look like an official document. If they don't accept the original, I am going to unwind the deal and wait until I move out of state. I'll find out when I go back over there in a few days. This state sure goes out of the way to make things difficult, can't wait to relocate. This will be my last firearm purchase in California.
It was cool looking through all that family history. She saved the receipt for my original driver license application and proof of driver education completion in 1978. Mom was a little bit of a hoarder when it came to paperwork. I have my Grandfather's Ellis Island immigration paperwork, his application to immigrate to the US from Germany, my parent's high school diplomas, all kinds of stuff.
When my brother and were looking as what little remained after our mother's passing, we stumbled on an old drivers license of hers. As soon as we both saw it, in unison, I said, " Lynne Squeaky Fromme". and my brother said, "Patricia Krenwinkel"...