Editor's note: The original version of this column was published April 26, 2014.
It's 8:30 p.m. on March 20, 1965, in Chicago. The temperature hovers around 8 degrees as Ceasar Johnson steps outside, headed for his job as a night factory supervisor.
Glancing down, he finds a basket containing a blanket resting on the steps. Bewildered, he nudges the basket with his foot. The blanket moves. The thrashing beneath is from a small infant. Johnson hurries the baby to his wife in the warmth of their apartment. Police arrive to question the Johnsons and their neighbors.
After a fruitless search for the mother, the 5-pound newborn is taken to St. Vincent's Catholic orphanage and determined to be in good health.
A birth certificate identifying him as a foundling without identifiable parents was submitted to the Bureau of Vital Statistics. The case went to family court where the investigation continued. His name quickly became Joseph, just as the sisters at St. Vincent's had called him, apparently because indications were he'd been born on St. Joseph's Day, one day before Johnson discovered him.
Three months later, Catholic Charities was awarded guardianship and saw to Joseph's baptism at St. Vincent's. He was registered with the Holy Name Cathedral in Chicago.
In August 1965, five months after being discovered, Joseph fulfilled the hopes of Sylvester, a construction worker, and wife Loretta, a teacher, who became his foster parents. The couple had been trying four years without success to conceive a child. After Joseph arrived in their home, Loretta would come to bear a daughter and two sons.
By 1973, social workers reported Joseph had grown into an "outgoing, well-adjusted child who mixed well with his peers and was doing well in school." But that year, Loretta and Sylvester divorced. Loretta fought successfully to adopt Joseph who, by the time the adoption was approved in 1975, was as much a part of their family as Sylvester and Loretta's three natural children.
Joseph began asking about his birth parents. Loretta told him they'd attempt to search for them when Joseph turned 18. But Loretta also grew increasingly insecure that her beloved adopted son would leave, or believe she'd done an inadequate job of raising him should he find his natural parents, even though he continually reassured her what a fine mother she was.
The young man from the basket on the steps realized he'd have to search on his own.
By 1992, he'd earned his bachelor's degree and married his wife, June. They had a daughter, Candace. It also was the year Loretta died. He began making inquiries to the Illinois Adoption Registry.
Another eight years passed. Joseph and June by now had three daughters with the addition of Loren J'la and Paris Jordan. They also had relocated to Northwest Arkansas, where Joseph had accepted a senior executive position with Wal-Mart. There he'd remain until 2008 when he left to start a business and pursue other interests.
Four years later, Joseph was still longing to discover why his birth mother had chosen to abandon him on those steps. Since Illinois had opened previously closed birth-certificate information from adoptions, he was able to connect with a man who'd also been searching for his unknown son conceived during a rendezvous with a woman in 1964.
The man felt certain Joseph had to have been his son. But DNA testing proved otherwise.
Meanwhile, Joseph awaited his original birth certificate, hoping it would list his natural mother. But those hopes also were dashed when the document read simply: "Certificate of Birth--Foundling Child."
The final path was to try to locate the man who'd found him. By then, Ceasar Johnson would have been in his 80s. Because of the unusual spelling of his first name, in August 2012 Joseph compiled a list and began dialing.
On the very first call, he reached the right Ceasar who "remembered every detail as if it were yesterday."
Over Thanksgiving, Joseph and his family traveled to Chicago to meet the Johnsons and revisit Catholic Charities' St. Vincent's Orphanage. He thanked the sisters and the Johnsons for saving his life.
Joseph was led to the baptismal where he'd been christened. "It was surreal. I thought, this is the place where nearly 50 years ago I was in this same place and God has led me back. My kids could see their dad was literally overcome with joy. It was a spiritual experience. We've become close friends with the Johnsons.
"A minister once told me most people spend a lifetime searching for God to ultimately be saved. But my life has been just the opposite," he said. "God found and saved me in the beginning of life and continues to be with me through the journey."
This little boy teachers called so well-adjusted remains a foundling who will never stop searching. He's also gone from alone and abandoned on the steps of Ceasar Johnson's apartment to the steps of the Arkansas Capitol as our state's first black deputy secretary of state, Joseph K. Wood.
Most recently, delegates to the GOP biennial county convention made headlines by electing Wood as their replacement nominee for Washington County Judge after Micah S. Neal had withdrawn from that contest. What a truly unique life this man is living.
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Mike Masterson's column appears regularly in the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette. Email him at mmasterson@arkansasonline.com.
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