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Two months before Hank Williams died at age 29, he signed a legal custody contract in October 1952 to make sure his unborn child would never be abandoned. Failing in health and struggling with severe back pain, Hank took full financial and legal responsibility for the baby he was expecting with Bobbie Jett. He arranged for his mother, Lillie Williams, to raise the child, and asked his sister, Irene Williams Smith, to step in if anything happened to their mother. On January 6, 1953, just five days after Hank passed away in the back seat of his Cadillac, his daughter Antha Belle Jett was born in Montgomery, Alabama. Lillie honored her son’s wishes and legally adopted her granddaughter in December 1954. When Lillie died of a heart attack in February 1955, two-year-old Antha lost the only family protection she had left. Hank’s sister Irene and his ex-wife Audrey refused to keep the toddler, placing her in foster care for adoption and cutting her out of the singer’s growing estate. Adopted by Wayne and Louise Deupree and renamed Cathy Louise Deupree, she grew up in Alabama listening to Hank Williams on the radio without knowing the man singing was her father. After learning the truth at age 21 in 1974, she spent years searching for answers until attorney Keith Adkinson uncovered Hank’s buried 1952 custody agreement. Holding the yellowed paper bearing her father’s signature proved to her that Hank had wanted her all along, and rulings by the Alabama Supreme Court in 1987 and a federal court in 1989 finally restored Jett Williams to her rightful place as his daughter and legal heir.

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On Her 21st birthday in 1974, Cathy Louise Deupree learned that the $2,000 child-support trust fund waiting for her in an Alabama bank had been set up two decades earlier by the grandmother she never knew, Lillie Williams.

That conversation with her adoptive parents, Wayne and Louise Deupree, gave the young woman the first piece of a story that began in October 1952. Two months before Hank Williams died at age 29, the ailing country star signed a pre-birth custody contract with Bobbie Jett, taking full legal and financial responsibility for their unborn child and arranging for his mother, Lillie, to raise the baby after he married Billie Jean Jones.

When Antha Belle Jett was born in Montgomery, Alabama, on January 6, 1953, her father had already been dead for five days after passing away in the back seat of his blue Cadillac on New Year’s Day. Lillie honored the notarized agreement her son had signed and completed the legal adoption of her granddaughter in December 1954, naming the toddler Catherine Yvonne Stone.

Less than three months later, on February 26, 1955, Lillie died of a heart attack at age 56. Although Hank had asked his sister, Irene Williams Smith, to care for the child if anything happened to their mother, Irene placed the two-year-old into the Montgomery County juvenile court system as a ward of the state, while Hank’s first wife, Audrey Williams, later paid to secure sole heirship for her son, Randall Hank Williams, leaving the baby out of the singer’s lucrative estate.

Taken in by the Deuprees in Mobile in late 1955, Cathy grew up listening to Hank Williams records in her living room without knowing the voice belonged to her father. Even after the Deuprees told her the family secret in 1974 and encouraged her to look into her roots, every door she knocked on in Montgomery stayed shut.

For nearly ten years, state agencies and probate clerks refused to open her sealed adoption records, citing strict Alabama confidentiality laws. Whenever she reached out to people connected to the Williams estate, she was treated as an outsider chasing rumors rather than a daughter looking for her history.

The turning point arrived in 1984 when she met Washington, D.C., investigative attorney F. Keith Adkinson, whom she later married in 1986. Adkinson approached the mystery like a federal fraud case, tracking down retired lawyers and searching through old Montgomery legal files until he uncovered the original October 1952 pre-birth custody agreement still sitting in the files of Hank’s former attorney, Robert Stewart.

Holding that yellowed contract with her father’s actual signature changed the fight for Jett, who took back her birth mother’s surname as her first name. Until that afternoon, she had only heard that she was the unwanted child tossed aside by a famous family, whereas the legal paper proved Hank had gone out of his way in the final weeks of his life to protect her.

Armed with the 1952 contract, Adkinson filed suit in 1985 to challenge the decades-old handling of the estate. In September 1987, the Alabama Supreme Court ruled that Jett had been defrauded out of her birthright when court officials and family members concealed the paternity agreement during the 1950s probate proceedings.

A second victory followed in January 1989, when a federal court in New York ruled that she was also entitled to an equal half-share of Hank’s post-1981 copyright renewals alongside her half-brother, Hank Williams Jr. Later that year, she tracked down her birth mother, Bobbie Jett, in California, spending precious time getting to know the woman who had carried her before Bobbie passed away in 1995.

Now legally recognized under the name her father had claimed on paper before she was born, Jett documented the entire ordeal in her 1990 autobiography, “Ain’t Nothin’ as Sweet as My Baby,” and began performing her father’s music across the country with several surviving members of his original band, the Drifting Cowboys.

For more than a decade after the court battles ended, she also fought to rescue songs her father had recorded for the 1951 Mother’s Best Flour radio shows in Nashville. After winning the legal right to release the fragile transcription discs in 2008, she helped bring 143 of Hank’s performances back to the public, earning the Pioneer Award from the Academy of Country Music in 2010.

The two-year-old girl who had been handed over to a Montgomery courthouse in 1955 spent her adult life answering the signature her father left behind in October 1952, making sure neither her name nor his lost radio voice stayed buried in a file cabinet.

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