This web site is dedicated to my dad, Martin A. Hunnicutt and all of our "Hunnicutt" relatives.

I was born in the early 60's and grew up wondering who my Dad was.  I was adopted at the age of eight, but I never stopped wondering about my Dad.   What was he like?  Did he ever think of me?  Did he love me?

When I was 22 years old, my second son was born and the drive within me to find my birth dad grew day by day.  One day I had decided to change my name to the name on my birth certificate... that began my journey to find my Dad, Martin A. Hunnicutt.

When I was almost 25 years old, I finally found my Dad.   I was so nervous to meet him, what would he think of me?  Would I live up to his expectations?

My Dad walked into my living-room and I was in awe.  He looked exactly like me!  I knew him, he was the man that used to take me to the races on Saturday when I was a small boy... this is my Dad?  This was great!

Now, several years later, and so very many unanswered questions remaining, my Dad has passed on.  The pain is reborn with even more fervor.   Most of his side of the family didn't even know I existed.  Now, almost forty, I wonder why... why did he leave?  Why didn't people know?  Why?

This may explain why you will see my Dad surrounded by his daughters in the photos, and mine are separate.

I dedicate this web site to everyone that wants to know why, and never can find out.  I will always love my Dad, and I'll always have so many unanswered questions...

-Bruce Hunnicutt