Pinging the pingers.
When I was four years old (1947), we moved to Germany. (Dad was military and we were there for the WWII reconstruction and Berlin Airlift) My sister, my mother, and I all shared one passport....with a pretty darn cute picture of the three of us....LOL. We came back to the States in 1953 on that same passport. When I applied for my first passport as an adult about 35 years ago, I had to supply my original, certified, stamped, Dr. signed, hospital verified “certification of birth facts”. This certificate even had my parent’s birth dates and places of birth on it. Also had to mail in my original post WWII passport. (It was returned to me later)
On the other hand, when we applied for my husband’s first passport (again, about 35 years ago) we didn’t have his original birth certificate. They accepted the copy from the hospital (not the state) with the little footprints on it!
Still don’t know how we got away with that.