![]() Florence Fisher began to comb the labyrinths of official birth and death records, newspaper morgues, and created her own genealogy chart of a family she'd never met. Over and over she heard: "You have no right to know." No right? What about the right of the adopted child? The search for Anna Fisher, a search that took over twenty years, is like an enormously complex, highly-dramatic detective story. Her attempt to raise the curtain, cloaking something to which she felt no one had a greater right-her past, a sense of continuity-exposed her to the censure, indignation, even the fury of those determined to wall off her identity. As an infant she had been given up for adoption. ![]() For what Florence had discovered-and it would be years before anyone admitted it-was that though she was raised Florence, she was born Anna. Who is Anna Fisher? Who is Anna Fisher? So begins the heart-wrenching story of a woman's search for identity. But the incident haunted the little girl. The woman yanked the paper out of her hands and told her never again to mention that name. "Who is Anna Fisher?" seven-year-old Florence asked her mother. ![]() Written in longhand was a name: Anna Fisher. From jacket: The document lay in the bottom of the bureau drawer. ![]()
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