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Legal Notice by Ruth B. Pace (nee Sippel) concerning Joan Mary Wheeler’s legal name change to Doris Michol Sippel May 12, 2016

Posted by Ruth in Court Documents, legal notices, Our Family History.
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I am letting this blog notice serve as notice that I, Ruth B. Pace (nee Sippel) do not recognize Doris Michol Sippel, formerly known as Joan Mary Wheeler as a legal member of the Sippel family. She is not my legal sister. 

My father, Leonard J. Sippel removed Ms. Sippel/Wheeler from his formal obitiuary and self-written newspaper notification of his death. This was filed legally in the summer of 2009 by Leonard J. Sippel with his lawyer, and Amigone Funeral Homes of Buffalo, NY. His estate was settled and finalized a few months after his death in 2011.

Gert here…Anyone can change their name but that does NOT give any legal nor moral rights.

I agree with Ruth. No one will recognize her, what ever name she decides to use or not use. also so see this…https://gertmcqueen.wordpress.com/2011/08/27/death-notice-of-doris-sippel/

Ruth here – Right Gert. One of the things I received from the settling of my father’s estate after his death in 2011 was my mother’s bible. In the bible, were “family tree” pages.

My father made two entries in that bible on March 28, 1956. One was the death of my mother, Genevieve on March 28, 1956, and then recorded the death of Doris Michol Sippel, also on March 28, 1956.  

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He had known for some time that his wife was dying, and was already making plans for the infant. The day his wife died, to him, the infant died as well. He consulted his parish priest (before my mother’s funeral) and made his decisions. The infant was then adopted by Edward and Dorothy (aka Doloris) Wheeler, the adoption being finalized on January 14, 1957. 

In 1974, the family was reunited with the now 18 year old person legally known as Joan Mary Wheeler. We all welcomed this person into our family. No legal papers were ever filed to the effect that Joan Mary Wheeler was a legal member of the Sippel family. On January 14, 1957, she became the legal daughter of the Wheelers. This is New York State law.  

Several years before his death, my father made his final plans. He purchased burial plots for himself and his wife, my stepmother. He even wrote his own obituary that was to be printed in the newspaper. 

In the summer of 2009, Joan Wheeler was at my father’s house and got into an argument with him, and cursed his Christian faith. (which she does frequently on various places on the internet). She also called my father a bastard to his face. My father’s generation view that word as meaning their parents were not married. My father took it as an insult and a slap in the face to the memory of his mother. He ordered Joan out of his house and life. Whereupon, he called his lawyer and Amigone Funeral Homes of Buffalo NY and crossed out the name Joan Mary Wheeler on his final papers. When my father died, the funeral director showed me and Gert the copy of the papers that he had, and we saw where Joan’s name was crossed out, with my father’s initials next to the deletes. (so much for Joan blaming me and Gert for the omission of her name in the newspaper notice). 

So Joan Mary Wheeler can go around and call herself Doris Michol Sippel. I get that it means a great deal to her. But the law cannot be UNDONE. In order for Joan/Doris to be a legal member of the Sippel family would be for my father to legally to adopt her as his daughter. Since he’s dead, it ain’t gonna happen!

UPDATE SEPT 2016; as older posts are being seen I’m (Gert) updating with links to my second blog and a Facebook page wherein I expose AGAIN the lies, fabrications and hate that Joan M Wheeler (Doris Michol Sippel) says about me and family. The first book ‘Forbidden Family, A Half Orphan’s Account of Her Adoption, Reunion and Social Activism‘ was pulled from publication by the publisher in May 2011. Then in 2015, she ‘self-published’ a ‘revised’ version calling it ‘Forbidden Family, an adoptee duped by adoption’. This woman has no shame no sense of family honor! Then in 2016 Joan changed her name back to her birth name and rewrote and republished the SAME crap in another book; a Third edition! CALLED ‘Forbidden Family: An Adopted Woman’s Struggle for Identity’! Talk about conning people!

https://gertmcqueen2.wordpress.com/

this blog’s title/sub title is… DUPED BY ADOPTION & AN WOMAN’S STRUGGLE FOR IDENTITY, A BOOK STUDY an in-depth analyzes of the books called Forbidden Family; My Life as an Adoptee Duped by adoption & An Adopted Woman’s Struggle for Identity by Joan M Wheeler/Doris M Sippel.

https://www.facebook.com/dupedbyadoptionStruggleforIdentity1/

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Joan Mary Wheeler has legally changed her name to Doris Michol Sippel May 12, 2016

Posted by Ruth in Court Documents, legal notices.
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On April 18, 2016, Joan Mary Wheeler appeared in the surrogate court of Erie County, New York and legally changed her name to her birth name Doris Michol Sippel. Notification of this was listed in the Erie County Public Records. 

Well, that is her right. That’s the name she was given at her birth. So, her legal name is now Doris Michol Sippel. Fine. Doesn’t make her a legal member of the Sippel family. She ceased to be legally a Sippel on January 14, 1957, when her adoption by Edward and Dorothy (aka Doloris) Wheeler was finalized. 

Listen, I can legally change my name to Susan Monroe. Doesn’t make a legal member of Marilyn Monroe’s family.

Gert here…actually, LONG BEFORE SHE WAS ADOPTED…she BECAME dead! 

https://gertmcqueen.wordpress.com/2011/08/27/death-notice-of-doris-sippel/

Ruth here – Right Gert. One of the things I received from the settling of my father’s estate after his death in 2011 was my mother’s bible. In the bible, were “family tree” pages.

My father made two entries in that bible on March 28, 1956. One was the death of my mother, Genevieve on March 28, 1956, and then recorded the death of Doris Michol Sippel, also on March 28, 1956. 

doris-death-notice

He had known for some time that his wife was dying, and was already making plans for the infant. The day his wife died, to him, the infant died as well. He consulted his parish priest (before my mother’s funeral) and made his decisions. The infant was then adopted by Edward and Dorothy (aka Doloris) Wheeler, the adoption being finalized on January 14, 1957.

In 1974, the family was reunited with the now 18 year old person legally known as Joan Mary Wheeler. We all welcomed this person into our family. No legal papers were ever filed to the effect that Joan Mary Wheeler was a legal member of the Sippel family. On January 14, 1957, she became the legal daughter of the Wheelers. This is New York State law.

Several years before his death, my father made his final plans. He purchased burial plots for himself and his wife, my stepmother. He even wrote his own obituary that was to be printed in the newspaper.

In the summer of 2009, Joan Wheeler was at my father’s house and got into an argument with him, and cursed his Christian faith. (which she does frequently on various places on the internet). She also called my father a bastard to his face. My father’s generation view that word as meaning their parents were not married. My father took it as an insult and a slap in the face to the memory of his mother. He ordered Joan out of his house and life. Whereupon, he called his lawyer and Amigone Funeral Homes of Buffalo NY and crossed out the name Joan Mary Wheeler on his final papers. When my father died, the funeral director showed me and Gert the copy of the papers that he had, and we saw where Joan’s name was crossed out, with my father’s initials next to the deletes. (so much for Joan blaming me and Gert for the omission of her name in the newspaper notice).

So Joan Mary Wheeler can go around and call herself Doris Michol Sippel. I get that it means a great deal to her. But the law cannot be UNDONE. In order for Joan/Doris to be a legal member of the Sippel family would be for my father to legally to adopt her as his daughter. Since he’s dead, it ain’t gonna happen!

UPDATE SEPT 2016; as older posts are being seen I’m (Gert) updating with links to my second blog and a Facebook page wherein I expose AGAIN the lies, fabrications and hate that Joan M Wheeler (Doris Michol Sippel) says about me and family. The first book ‘Forbidden Family, A Half Orphan’s Account of Her Adoption, Reunion and Social Activism‘ was pulled from publication by the publisher in May 2011. Then in 2015, she ‘self-published’ a ‘revised’ version calling it ‘Forbidden Family, an adoptee duped by adoption’. This woman has no shame no sense of family honor! Then in 2016 Joan changed her name back to her birth name and rewrote and republished the SAME crap in another book; a Third edition! CALLED ‘Forbidden Family: An Adopted Woman’s Struggle for Identity’! Talk about conning people!

https://gertmcqueen2.wordpress.com/

this blog’s title/sub title is… DUPED BY ADOPTION & AN WOMAN’S STRUGGLE FOR IDENTITY, A BOOK STUDY an in-depth analyzes of the books called Forbidden Family; My Life as an Adoptee Duped by adoption & An Adopted Woman’s Struggle for Identity by Joan M Wheeler/Doris M Sippel.

https://www.facebook.com/dupedbyadoptionStruggleforIdentity1/

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Another Chapter in Joan Wheeler’s Revisionist History – how her 9/11 experience changed from a ‘truthful’ account in 2009 to a lie in 2014. September 19, 2014

Posted by Ruth in Black and White Evidence of Joan Wheeler's Lies: Letters, Contradictions of Joan Wheeler, Court Documents, Joan Wheeler Speak - how Joan views the world.
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Or was it a lie in 2009, and now it’s the truth in 2014 – and will there be another version of the the facts down the road?

 Joan Wheeler says she’s been revising her book Forbidden Family since it’s been pulled from publication in May 2011 for her violating her contract with the publisher – for signing a statement that the book was truthful. And I sent documents to the publisher that proved she lied in the book. — But she’s been revising it – I have asked in the past, how does one revise the truth? Oh, that’s real easy, when you’re Joan Wheeler. Let’s check this out.

 From “Forbidden Family,” page 372, published November 2009, pulled from publication, May 2011.

  “Then came September 11.

  I was working at a crisis center for two years when terrorists attacked our country. I called Mom shortly after 9A.M. and went back to work. My daughter was in school. How would the high school handle this? I thought of my son. he was one month away from home in Navy Boot Camp. Was he safe?

  I put in ten hours of work that day as a crisis counselor. The director found a small black and white TV set with an antenna. She put it on a table in the front of the phone room for the phone counselors. We watched the news with a fuzzy picture, or even just the sound. When calls came in, we helped callers cope with the unfolding tragedy. Toward the middle of the afternoon, we were flooded with calls from people wanting to donate blood and to organize a drive to Ground Zero. I was frightened, tired and ached for my mother and daughter who were alone in the house. When I arrived home, we cried together.”

 Hmmm, a pretty good narration there. A straight-forward account of where she was when the attacks occurred, how she found out about it, and her reaction to the attacks. But let’s see how she narrates that awful Tuesday morning on September 11, 2014 on her facebook page. –

  “On this day 13 years ago, I went to work at Buffalo’s Crisis Services as a telephone crisis phone operator. The day started as usual. We huddled together for morning chats. I broke away to gather up my cup of coffee from the kitchen. As I approached the Phone Room with my coffee, a small crowd of social workers gathered in the hallway. They were crying. One of our own workers had received a call from her brother. He worked on one of the lower floors of the World Trade Center. He escaped. We knew SOMETHING was wrong. We went to work.

  As the morning progressed, we sat at our posts, taking calls. But the Buffalo community was strangely silent. Not many knew what was happening.

  Our two directors scurried around the main office to find a TV. We had an old black and white TV, not cable ready, and placed it in a small table at the front of the room. No picture. Only sound. Sound muffled through the static. We heard the morning progress, but could not see the News unfold.

  When the plane hit the Pentagon, the Phone Room Director came in, stood in front of us, and declared, “This country is under attack!”

  At once, a feeling of shock and horror swept over me. A brief accounting of my immediate family entered my mind: my aging mother at home, my high school age daughter in school, my son in his first month of Navy boot camp.

  But I was at work.

  Whoever sent those planes could target Buffalo: the three bridges to Canada, the Electric Power Plant — WE COULD BE NEXT.

  I suddenly snapped into a crisis-team mode. Straightening up in my chair, I listened to our Directors give us a breakdown of predictions for the morning. Community could call in, frantic, but many will not know as they call in with their own personal crisis. We prepared for blood donors to call. We prepared to set up volunteer groups to assemble. But the morning was slow as calls surprisingly did not come in. Perhaps the city was glued to their TV sets. We had our usual repeat callers. And dead space.

  I called home to tell Mom to turn on her TV. I told her to sit tight and that I’d be home after my shift. But that shift turned from an 8 hour day to a 10 hour day. The afternoon turned to evening. Weary and nervous, I wanted to go home. But I volunteered to stay to help the shift change.

  I worked 10 hour days for the next two weeks.

  When working in a Crisis Center, staff must go through planned de-briefings. We who were on the front line taking in calls, and those who were in Outreach teams sent out in the community, we needed counseling ourselves to center ourselves, find peace, find a way to gather up courage.

  Only one of those people with whom I worked on September 11, 2001, is a Facebook friend today. I honor my dear friend, Michael O. who worked with me and about 8 other Phone Room counselors that first morning shift.

  May we all find peace, somehow, and remember those who died today, 13 years ago.”

 Joan mentions her friend Michael who replies to this facebook post:

Michael O. – “Funny thing about that day…I remember it being fairly quiet on the phone lines.

 Ahh, a more detailed, and REVISED account of what she put forth in the 2009 book, and I suspect this is a passage from her REVISED book-in-the-making. AND this revision contains a very important contradiction. AND quite a lot of extra DRAMA, verbiage, and exaggerations of some quite simple things. I like the one about they were preparing for blood donors to call – um, Crisis Services does not deal with blood donors – the Red Cross does – everybody knows that. Maybe some people would call the Crisis Center to inquire where to donate blood – and wouldn’t they have information about that already on hand – they would have a directory of handy and important community phone numbers and contacts for people and would have the Red Cross info already – so what’s to prepare?

Let’s talk about the added drama – oh, the DRAMA —

  “When the plane hit the Pentagon, the Phone Room Director came in, stood in front of us, and declared, “This country is under attack!”

  At once, a feeling of shock and horror swept over me. A brief accounting of my immediate family entered my mind: my aging mother at home, my high school age daughter in school, my son in his first month of Navy boot camp.

  But I was at work. — and WE COULD BE NEXT!!!!”

 Yes, Buffalo is 20 miles south of a major power plant located in Niagara Falls, NY – but really. I was attending additional training at my employer when the attack happened and left for home around 12:30pm. I will admit to having had some trepidation going down into the subway system, but I’ve always had the attitude that ‘hey! we’re all going to die. I could get killed crossing the street – a car could come out of nowhere and squish me. So, why worry?’ As to my reaction of the attacks – hell, of course, I was shocked and I cried. But I certainly didn’t carry on like Chicken Little. When I got home, my husband had only just gotten out of bed (yes, he used to sleep in on his days off from work, and now that he’s retired, he sleeps til noon. Because I am a night shift worker, and sleep during the day, he keeps the same schedule that I do – so we can be together. But we’re not talking about me – we’re talking about Joan, so let’s get back to her newly revised version of September 11. Let’s see, what point did I want to bring up next? Oh yes, the extra verbiage!

 Extra verbiage – people were gathered in huddles. Joan straightened in her chair. Joan SNAPPED to crisis team mode. People SCURRIED AROUND to find a TV. They must have looked like hamsters or gerbils with all that scurrying.  Compare the two descriptions of watching the news on a older TV set after a set was found after much scurrying:

The 2009 description:“The director found a small black and white TV set with an antenna. She put it on a table in the front of the phone room for the phone counselors. We watched the news with a fuzzy picture, or even just the sound.”

The 2014 account:“Our two directors scurried around the main office to find a TV. We had an old black and white TV, not cable ready, and placed it in a small table at the front of the room. No picture. Only sound. Sound muffled through the static. We heard the morning progress, but could not see the News unfold.”

 Wow – not only did the director increase herself to two people, (The director found a small black and white TV … 2009) (Our two directors scurried around the main office to find a TV …. 2014), but the TV reception changed from being a fuzzy picture or no picture but with sound – to NO picture, only sound in 2014. AND the extra verbiage – Sound muffled through the static. We heard the morning progress, but could not see the News unfold.” – but, but, didn’t Joan say this in 2009? – “We watched the news with a fuzzy picture, or even just the sound.”

 So which is it Joan? Did you WATCH the news or not? Okay readers, this may seem like a really small point here, that I’m nitpicking about – but I’m setting this up – so you can see how Joan CHANGES THE FACTS AROUND TO SUIT HER. AND DEPENDING ON WHO SHE KNOWS IS READING WHAT SHE WRITES — AND I’m preparing you for the biggest contradiction of all –

from the 2009 version of the FACTS:
Toward the middle of the afternoon, we were flooded with calls from people wanting to donate blood and to organize a drive to Ground Zero.

 from the 2014 version of the FACTS:

But the morning was slow as calls surprisingly did not come in. Perhaps the city was glued to their TV sets. We had our usual repeat callers. And dead space.

 Okay, she says the morning was slow, but in the 2014 version, she does not even mention the afternoon. Hmmm, I wonder why? Because she says so – right on Facebook:
Only one of those people with whom I worked on September 11, 2001, is a Facebook friend today.
Joan KNOWS better than to play fast and loose with the FACTS with someone who was there that day – someone who is A PROFESSIONAL COUNSELOR. And he confirms the 2014 version –

Michael O. – Funny thing about that day…I remember it being fairly quiet on the phone lines.

 But – there’s still that 2009 version of the FACTS – which are quite different than the 2014 version – so that means that JOAN DID INDEED LIE IN HER 2009 BOOK AND THAT IS WHY THAT BOOK IS DEAD.- Because she said in 2009 that they were FLOODED WITH CALLS – but Michael says it was fairly quiet on the phone lines.

MY, MY, MY JOAN – YOU GOT TRIPPED UP THERE. STICK TO THE TRUTH ALWAYS, AND YOU’LL NEVER GET TRIPPED UP!

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.1. gertmcqueenSeptember 19, 2014

Gert here…excellent presentation of evidence
I would also point people’s attention to the first paragraph of the copy from the book…Joan’s self assessment of her symptoms of mental illness! If she was trying to prove something…that adoption caused her life to be a torment…why did she WRITE about it? Where were all those mental health experts she KNEW and went to? Didn’t anyone every HELP her? No…because Joan is an exaggerator and a manipulator and a liar!

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