If it is him, I hope that Marilyn Damman (since she has been reported as being ailing and/or in a nursing home) still has her mental faculties about her enough to realize what's happened. I can't imagine anything worse than to live long enough to see your baby come home after 50 years, but not be able to realize your dream has finally come true because of Alzheimer's or dementia.
All of this talk of old photos and not fitting in reminds me of when I was a kid. I look nothing like my mother at all, and I was always the odd one out. Everyone in my family loves hot desert weather, but I always loved stories like The Ice Queen, and I was always convinced that I'd been switched at birth with a Norwegian child or something. It didn't help that people were always asking if my mother was my "real" mother, since we look nothing alike, so I thought maybe they knew something I didn't. Finally one day, when I was asking her for the millionth time, "But are you my real mother?" she went to a box of photos and rummaged around until she found an old, beat-up B&W photo of her, sitting on a merry-go-round horse, and pregnant as all get-out. And even then, my only response was apparently, "That just shows that you were pregnant. How do I know it's me in there?" My poor mom--she must have gotten so tired of hearing the "real mom" thing over and over, just because I look more like my dad. (Or maybe something fishy's going on and I should question her further! Hmmm... *shifty eyes*)