It Is My Birthday
Well, today is my
birthday. Actually it is a birthday milestone of sorts as I can now
draw my "rocking chair" money. That is if I didn't want to eat or
pay bills.
I've told you stories of
my early years, haven't I?
About how my hospital
bill was only $25.00?
And how I was named after
Rita Hayworth?
Did I ever tell you that
back in the early 1950's the new mothers were encouraged to stay in
bed for ten days? That meant Mama and Daddy stayed with Grandma and
Grandpa for ten days after I was born.
My cousin was born nine days after I was. Just as Mama and Daddy were leaving Grandma's, my Aunt was beginning her ten day confinement there.
My cousin was born nine days after I was. Just as Mama and Daddy were leaving Grandma's, my Aunt was beginning her ten day confinement there.
Did I ever tell you that
my youngest Uncle is only two years older than I am? (He is the
"three words the whole way to Oklahoma City Uncle).
Mama said he thought I was his baby and would have crossed Main Street to bring me back to Grandma's if a neighbor had not called to ask her if she was missing one of her kids.
Mama said he thought I was his baby and would have crossed Main Street to bring me back to Grandma's if a neighbor had not called to ask her if she was missing one of her kids.
Mama said I would have
starved if Grandma had not fed me milk gravy off the table. I still
love gravy but I do not like the Pet milk formula they put me on.
There is a picture of me
as a tiny baby with Mama and Daddy in front of Aunt Maggie's little
house. It is the only picture I remember seeing of the two of them
together. I wish I knew where it is.
My cousin Jimmy and I had
our pictures taken together downtown at Collier's Studio. They said I
called him Shimmy. They said he didn't like it.
My first taste of heartbreak was when Jimmy died at fifteen.
My first taste of heartbreak was when Jimmy died at fifteen.
I have a tiny scar on my
middle finger from where it got caught in a fold-up baby carriage.
Mama said Daddy threw it out in the yard.
I do not remember my
Daddy ever raising his voice with me. He was an intelligent yet quiet
man with a quick wit.
Mama was a city girl who
moved to a small town in Arkansas and grew to love Daddy's people.
I don't remember my
brother as a baby but I do remember when my sister was born. I
thought Mama was too old to be having babies. She was 25.
All those nights Grandpa
called my name in prayer have paid off. I have had a very blessed
life.
A very happy birthday to you! I hope you have a splendid day!
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ReplyDeleteWhat an adorable post. Just made me think I had known you forever and that's a good thing. Have a great weekend. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteCute post and Happy Birthday! a few days late:)
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