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I once heard that Clapton found out that his sister' date=' who is 12 years older than he is, is actually his mother. His mother is his grandmother, and she raised him as his own. If I'm correct, he learned about this only around 10 or 12 years ago.

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Here are some internet found facts:

Eric Patrick Clapton was born on March 30, 1945, in his grandparent's house at 1, The Green, Ripley, Surrey, England. He was the illegitimate son of Patricia Molly Clapton and Edward Fryer, a Canadian soldier stationed in England. After W.W.II Fryer returned to his wife in Canada, Patricia left Eric in the custody of his grandparents, Rose and Jack Clapp. (The surname Clapton is from Rose's first husband, Reginald Cecil Clapton.) Patricia moved to Germany where she eventually married another Canadian soldier, Frank McDonald.

Young Ricky (that's what his grandparent's called him) was a quiet and polite child, an above average student with an aptitude for art. He was raised believing that his grandparents were his parents and his mother was his sister, to shield him the stigma that illegitimacy carried with it. The truth was eventually revealed to him, at the age of nine by his grandmother. Later, when Eric would visit his mother, they would still pretend to be brother and sister.

About eight or nine years ago, a reporter from The Ottawa Citizen found Clapton's biological father and published this story. Even though Clapton had long since lost track of his "father" (if he had ever known him at all), he wasn't pleased with the story being published, if I recall correctly.

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My Father's Eyes

by Eric Clapton

Sailing down behind the sun,

Waiting for my prince to come.

Praying for the healing rain

To restore my soul again.

Just a toerag on the run.

How did I get here?

What have I done?

When will all my hopes arise?

How will I know him?

When I look in my father's eyes.

My father's eyes.

When I look in my father's eyes.

My father's eyes.

Then the light begins to shine

And I hear those ancient lullabies.

And as I watch this seedling grow,

Feel my heart start to overflow.

Where do I find the words to say?

How do I teach him?

What do we play?

Bit by bit, I've realized

That's when I need them,

That's when I need my father's eyes.

My father's eyes.

That's when I need my father's eyes.

My father's eyes.

Then the jagged edge appears

Through the distant clouds of tears.

I'm like a bridge that was washed away;

My foundations were made of clay.

As my soul slides down to die.

How could I lose him?

What did I try?

Bit by bit, I've realized

That he was here with me;

I looked into my father's eyes.

My father's eyes.

I looked into my father's eyes.

My father's eyes.

My father's eyes.

My father's eyes.

I looked into my father's eyes.

My father's eyes.

Toerag is a British slang term for a worthless person, by analogy with the strips of cloth that vagrants wear in place of socks.

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