December 11, 1957
The day started out as a blizzard. Her dad was a long haul trucker and had to work and was "on the road." Her mom had to make it to the hospital slip-sliding on treacherous roads. The snow stopped. The doc went outside to hunt rabbits while the young mother, who had lost 5 previous babies, labored. He told the nurse to hollar out the window when it was time. The state, Indiana, was celebrating its birthday, too.
The dad finally made it home and the baby was already here. The mom, drugged by something called "twilight" (awake, but feeling little pain,) cried and said, "I'm sorry, it's a giiiiiiirrrrrl."
The dad said, "That's ok. We'll keep her, anyway."
I miss them both today.
Doing Mimicking, Even Back Then (Mimicking a guy named Bub)
Always Stylish, even in the backwoods of Tennessee
Had to Take Photos Outdoors--No Flash(Now that's old)
Winter Birthdays Were Really Cold If You Wanted a Photo! (Notice the milk delivery box in the lower right)
This Dress, which I still have, was blue and "see-through"(Grandmother Warren made it for me)
I Still Look Like This in the Morning
Mom, Dad and Me
Thanks for Reading and Making My Day Great!