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My Dad had a tumultuous childhood living in several states and passed around among family members none of which really knew or cared for him well. There was one exception. His great-uncle Clovis was a physician in New York state. Dad only lived about eight months with his uncle Clovis, but to him he was a saint. That eight months was an oasis of comfort in his pain-filled childhood. My Grandmother, who was not emotionally equipped to be a mother, found him there and insisted that he go with her to Nevada. I searched at http://public-records-search.org/State-of-New-York-Records-death,-criminal,-birth,-marriage.html and found Clovis. Visiting his grave really meant a lot to Dad.