I was brought to the Willow Sanitarium, in Illinois by my mother in 1934 and stayed there for four months until my baby was born. She was born on Feb 2 1935 and I named her Nona. I held her and loved her very much. On the day I was ready to leave they had me sign a paper and I thought that it was a paper to release me. When I went to leave, I asked for my baby to take home with me and that is when they told me that I had given her up for adoption. She would be 75 years old today. I have loved her all my life and have wanted to find her. If anyone might know someone that fits this description, I would be very happy to find her. I'am 91 years old right now. I just want to know that she is OK and that she had a happy life. I did try for many years to find her but to no avail. I lived in Dixon, Illinois.