It took another few weeks and the work of another detective to track her down. After giving
him up, Joanne had married his biological father, Abdulfattah “John” Jandali, and they had
another child, Mona. Jandali abandoned
them five years later, and Joanne married a colorful ice-
skating instructor, George Simpson. That marriage didn’t last long either, and in 1970 she began a
meandering journey that took her and Mona (both of them now using the last name Simpson) to
Los Angeles.
Jobs had been reluctant to let Paul and Clara, whom he considered his real parents, know about
his search for his birth mother. With a sensitivity that was unusual for him,
and which showed the
deep affection he felt for his parents, he worried that they might be offended. So he never
contacted Joanne Simpson until after Clara Jobs died in early 1986. “I never wanted them to feel
like I didn’t consider them my parents, because they were totally my parents,” he recalled. “I
loved them so much that I never wanted them to know of my search, and I even had reporters keep
it quiet when any of them found out.” When Clara died,
he decided to tell Paul Jobs, who was
perfectly comfortable and said he didn’t mind at all if Steve made contact with his biological
mother.
So one day Jobs called Joanne Simpson, said who he was, and arranged to come down to Los
Angeles to meet her. He later claimed it was mainly out of curiosity. “I believe in environment
more than heredity in determining your traits, but still you have to wonder a little about your
biological roots,” he said. He also wanted to reassure Joanne that what she had done was all right.
“I wanted to meet my biological mother mostly to see if she was okay and to thank her, because I’
m glad I didn’t end up as an abortion. She was twenty-three and she
went through a lot to have
me.”
Joanne was overcome with emotion when Jobs arrived at her Los Angeles house. She knew he
was famous and rich, but she wasn’t exactly sure why. She immediately began to pour out her
emotions. She had been pressured to sign the papers putting him up for adoption, she said, and did
so only when told that he was happy in the house of his new parents. She had always missed him
and suffered about what she had done. She apologized over and over, even
as Jobs kept reassuring
her that he understood, and that things had turned out just fine.
Once she calmed down, she told Jobs that he had a full sister, Mona Simpson, who was then an
aspiring novelist in Manhattan. She had never told Mona that she had a brother, and that day she
broke the news,
or at least part of it, by telephone. “You have a brother, and he’s wonderful, and
he’s famous, and I’m going to bring him to New York so you can meet him,” she said. Mona was
in the throes of finishing a novel about her mother and their peregrination from Wisconsin to Los
Angeles,
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