The Black Tree: Bernard Wilson - Permer Bernard Payne

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Bernard Wilson - Permer Bernard Payne - Clue#6

Okay!

I received a letter from the Department of Veteran Affairs Dallas -Fort Worth National Cemetery and the only information available was the location of his gravesite. I thought it was pretty cool that they sent the link to view the location of his gravesite. I attached the links of all military branches to my page tabs. Anywhoo, It is a step closer. I love it!

I definitely have to make plans to visit. I would love to have pictures for my family tree scrapbook.

Response Letter

Once I open the link I learned that you can send request to the Branch in which the person you are researching served. I wrote a request to the Army in hopes of getting more information about "Permer". As I mentioned I just have to continue researching his un-given name for now.

Letter to the Army

National Personnel Records Center
1 Archives Drive
St. Louis, Missouri 63138

My name is Jacqueline. I am currently doing my family tree. Unfortunately, I was adopted and I am not aware of any existing family members. I do know that Permer Bernard Payne raised me for a short, short spell until he left the home. According to ancestry.com, he is my biological (B. Lewis) Mother’s brother and she for as I know is deceased as of 2013. I am looking for any records or pictures that can be released to the general public. I attempted contacting his wife Dorothy Robinson Payne and she too is deceased. If you could please assist me with my search it would greatly appreciated.

Attached is information that I gathered from ancestry.com and that I received from the Dallas – Fort Worth National Cemetery.

Again, thank you.

Jacqueline

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About Me

Hello Family Tree Researcher, my name is Jacqueline Joyce Thomas (born to Gene E. Thomas and Brendel Joyce Lewis) of Texas in '67 . I began doing my family tree search when my son (C. Hicks) was born. He was unfortunately born with Nephrogenic Insipidus Diabetes. When he was two weeks old I could not get him to take his formula, the only thing he would drink was water. We took him to the local emergency room, where the hospital staff spent hours doing test after test and the end result were "we are still uncertain of what is wrong with your son". My heart fell to pieces. The next few days, still nothing. Finally on the forty-fifth day of his prolonged stay , they decided to care flight him to a Children's Hospital where it still took nineteen days for the final results and even then they were not sure. The doctor came into the room with his long white doctor's coat and his glasses hanging from his nose with the final thought (not answer). Ms. Hicks (at the time), "could you have a seat?" My thought was, okay then comes "is you son mixed with Caucasian?" My reply with anger and confusion in my heart was, mixed, with who?...not what but who! And not that I was cared or anything, I have mixed nieces and nephews. Then he went on to explain to me that "that type of diabetes was uncommon, and that it only occurred in every three thousand children" annnnndddd'ah-Rah...here is the killer..."that it only occurred in Caucasian males." Gathering my thoughts and physical seemed to be out of the question. It was not until he turned four years old that I begin getting more and more curious. So next to my son being born with a rare type of diabetes that only (according the doctor) in Caucasian males and me being adopted, I became one curious Sista'. The search began.