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When Martin Marshall started looking for his dad a three years ago, he had a fantasy: One day, he might sit down over a cup of coffee with a half-sibling he'd never even met and hear a few stories about the father he'd never known.

It hasn't exactly worked out that way.

Marshall has learned some fascinating things about his heritage. But he has

also infuriated and antagonized complete strangers who can't believe that he would suggest that a loved one might have sired illegitimate children ‹ and then

ask for their DNA to help prove it. He

has been accused of harassment and

even extortion.

And he still doesn't know who his father was.

"It's more of a twisted tale and journey than I envisioned," Marshall acknowledges.

It is a journey that has become more common, as the curious and the lonely have seized upon DNA testing as a way to find their families. Some have been successful. But others, like Marshall,

have found it a difficult and sometimes bitter experience.

Nobody ever told Marshall how to approach people to ask for their DNA. Nobody ever explained how to tell a complete stranger that maybe, just possibly, the man who raised him ‹ the man who played catch with him in the yard, who taught him to drive, who sent him off to war and welcomed him home ‹ may have cheated on his mother.

"What are the procedures," Marshall asks. "Where's the handbook for how you go about doing this kind of research?"

This is what Martin Marshall's mother told him:

His father was a GI, stationed in St. Louis during World War II. But when the Army transferred him to Texas in 1944, Al Marshall left St. Louis ‹ and his family ‹ behind.

Marshall was born four years after that. His mother always swore he was conceived when her estranged husband made his one and only trip back to

St. Louis, but Marshall found that hard

to believe. He always knew in his gut that Al Marshall wasn't his father.

A few years ago, Marshall started wondering what his mother, who died in 1987, had covered up about her past ‹ and his. He was on the verge of becoming a grandfather, and wanted to have answers when his grandchildren asked the same questions his mother had always evaded.

The first thing Marshall did was confirm what he already suspected. He had his DNA tested, then set out to compare it to his brothers'.Marshall's brothers were both dead, but the older one had a surviving son who agreed to submit a DNA sample. A few weeks later, the results came back. They didn't match.

Marshall could have stopped there. But he understood that there was more information to be wrung out of his DNA ‹ much more.

Marshall had tested his Y-chromosome DNA, the only genetic material that fathers pass directly to their sons. That meant his DNA profile might offer a clue to another paternally inherited trait ‹

his real father's surname.

Marshall logged into an Internet database. He entered his DNA profile, and was astounded to find that virtually every person who closely resembled him genetically was named Sizemore.

Now it was a matter of shuttling back and forth between past and present ‹ identifying men named Sizemore who Marshall's mother might have had contact with during the spring of 1948, when he was conceived, and then locating those men or their descendants today.

Marshall called the St. Louis County Library, where genealogists dug up old city and county directories that helped him find 13 Sizemore men of eligible age who probably lived in the area during the spring of 1948.

Then it was back to the present. Marshall looked in newspaper databases for obituaries of the men he'd identified. He tracked down their survivors using Internet telephone directories.

Eventually he lined up enough descendants of the original 13 candidates to determine if one of them was likely to have been his father. But when the samples came back, none of them matched Marshall.

Again, Marshall could have stopped. But something still bothered him, something in the back of his mind. He had memories of things his mother had told him about her past. He remembered an old photograph of a man with a young boy on his knee. Marshall's mother told him the man's name was Gene, and that once they had been in love.

When Marshall finally reached Eugene D. Sizemore, he found himself speaking to a man his own age. He soon discovered that the man on the phone was Gene Jr., a Vietnam veteran who had moved to Arizona after running a furniture and carpet store in Louisiana, Mo.

Gene Sr. ‹ the man Marshall suspected was his own father ‹ had passed away in 2000.

But Gene Jr. explained that Gene Sr. could not possibly be Marshall's father. The elder Sizemore had been hospitalized

with polio during the spring of 1948.

His mother was a nurse's aide then, Marshall countered. Maybe they met in the hospital.

But Gene Jr. was adamant. His father just wasn't that type of man.

Marshall asked if Gene Jr. would be willing to submit a DNA sample. The answer: Absolutely not.

Marshall hadn't come this far just to give up. He followed up with several months of letters and more phone calls. He tried to explain why he believed Gene Sr. might be his father.

Gene Jr. felt like he was being stalked. He says Marshall's calls and letters "border on harassment," and has steadfastly refused to be tested.

Gene Jr. feels no joy in the possibility that he might have a new relation, only anger and disgust that a man he loved and respected has been besmirched by someone who never knew him.

Marshall decided to find a more distant relative of Gene Sr., a cousin who had no personal relationship with the man. There were two, actually. Marshall had the men send their cheek swabs off in February. When the results came back a few weeks later, the two men matched one another almost perfectly.

But neither matched Marshall.

It may appear that this is a dead end. Even if Gene Jr. were to submit his DNA ‹ which he still refuses to do ‹ it now seems much less likely that it would match Marshall's.

But Marshall has come too far, invested too much effort to give up.

"The combination of personal experience and DNA still leaves me at the doorstep of Gene Sizemore Sr. until proven otherwise," he says.

So there he sits, the unwelcome guest of a man who will not call him brother.


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