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发帖数: 936 | 1 President of the Royal Society (UK)
First Director and Chief Executive of Francis Crick Institute (the UK Centre
for Medical Research and Innovation) | c********r
发帖数: 1125 | 2 应该算德艺双馨得典型吧，他当老大大家服气。而且他也有过当领导的经验。
crick center可能也算是英国筹划将近10年得大手笔，要找一个能镇得住场子得老大做
头。
不过nurse看上去真的人很nice,而且脑子非常清楚，上个月听了他一个seminar，实验
室还在有很不错得工作出来。 | m*****s
发帖数: 2227 | 3 His biological maternal grandmother pretended to be his mother while she was
alive and his mother pretended to be his sister for her entire life too
Addendum, February 2008
It was six years after these words were written when I was 57 years of age,
that I discovered my parents were not my parents. This revelation came about
because of the US Department of Homeland Security rejecting my Green Card
application on the grounds that the details given on my birth certificate
were insufficient.
In the UK there is both a short and a long birth certificate, and the former
which I had did not record the names of parents. I applied to the UK
Registry Office for a long certificate and went on holiday. On my return, I
was greeted by my PA asking if "I had made a mistake with the name of my
mother." She handed me the new long birth certificate and the next few
seconds of my life were both unexpected and transforming. The name of my
mother given on the certificate was the name of the person I thought was my
sister and the space for my father's name was blank. I had been brought up
by my grandparents thinking that they were my parents.
Both my mother and grandparents died some years ago so I could not confirm
with them what had happened. A more distant relative had been 12 years of
age and lived in the house where I was born, and had been sworn to secrecy
about my birth. She was able to tell me that my mother became pregnant at 18
years and was sent away to her aunt's for the last months of pregnancy and
my birth. My grandmother then came and pretended that she was the mother and
returned to the family home with her "new son." My grandparents then
brought me up to protect their daughter. My mother got married when I was
nearly three and there is a poignant photograph of the wedding with her
holding her new husband with one hand and me with her other hand. Everyone
kept the secret so even my two brothers (now my uncles) did not know the
truth of my origins. And of course I still do not know who my father is
beyond a rumour that he may have been a serviceman, perhaps even an American
serviceman which would presumably please the US Department of Homeland
Security.
Does any of this change anything? Not really, I was brought up by loving
grandparents and had a happy childhood. All my relations have changed of
course, with parents becoming grandparents, brothers becoming uncles,
nephews and nieces becoming half brothers and sisters. In fact, it was quite
nice to acquire new half siblings at a late stage in life. Both my
grandparents were also illegitimate so I inherited the name 'Nurse' twice
through the maternal line in three generations: so apart from being somewhat
unsettled, which I suppose is understandable, nothing really has changed,
although I continue to wonder who my father is. Of course I regret not
having had time with my real mother or the opportunity to discuss my origins
with her later in life, and then there is the final irony that even though
I am a geneticist my family managed to keep my genetic origins secret from
me for over half a century. | m*****s
发帖数: 2227 | 4 His biological maternal grandmother pretended to be his mother while she was
alive and his mother pretended to be his sister for her entire life too
Addendum, February 2008
It was six years after these words were written when I was 57 years of age,
that I discovered my parents were not my parents. This revelation came about
because of the US Department of Homeland Security rejecting my Green Card
application on the grounds that the details given on my birth certificate
were insufficient.
In the UK there is both a short and a long birth certificate, and the former
which I had did not record the names of parents. I applied to the UK
Registry Office for a long certificate and went on holiday. On my return, I
was greeted by my PA asking if "I had made a mistake with the name of my
mother." She handed me the new long birth certificate and the next few
seconds of my life were both unexpected and transforming. The name of my
mother given on the certificate was the name of the person I thought was my
sister and the space for my father's name was blank. I had been brought up
by my grandparents thinking that they were my parents.
Both my mother and grandparents died some years ago so I could not confirm
with them what had happened. A more distant relative had been 12 years of
age and lived in the house where I was born, and had been sworn to secrecy
about my birth. She was able to tell me that my mother became pregnant at 18
years and was sent away to her aunt's for the last months of pregnancy and
my birth. My grandmother then came and pretended that she was the mother and
returned to the family home with her "new son." My grandparents then
brought me up to protect their daughter. My mother got married when I was
nearly three and there is a poignant photograph of the wedding with her
holding her new husband with one hand and me with her other hand. Everyone
kept the secret so even my two brothers (now my uncles) did not know the
truth of my origins. And of course I still do not know who my father is
beyond a rumour that he may have been a serviceman, perhaps even an American
serviceman which would presumably please the US Department of Homeland
Security.
Does any of this change anything? Not really, I was brought up by loving
grandparents and had a happy childhood. All my relations have changed of
course, with parents becoming grandparents, brothers becoming uncles,
nephews and nieces becoming half brothers and sisters. In fact, it was quite
nice to acquire new half siblings at a late stage in life. Both my
grandparents were also illegitimate so I inherited the name 'Nurse' twice
through the maternal line in three generations: so apart from being somewhat
unsettled, which I suppose is understandable, nothing really has changed,
although I continue to wonder who my father is. Of course I regret not
having had time with my real mother or the opportunity to discuss my origins
with her later in life, and then there is the final irony that even though
I am a geneticist my family managed to keep my genetic origins secret from
me for over half a century. |
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