My journey began on a cold stormy morning in Brighton, Michigan 76+ years ago. The night had been really bad and my dad, a young doctor, had been out all night on a house call.He was sleeping soundly when I began my pilgrimage in this world.
Far more interesting were some of your arrivals! Phillip arrived in Conroe, Texas much nicer day in May. Jill was in labor and Ron and I were in the room to give her support. Suddenly the fetal heart monitor began to drop. Being really concerned, I wanted to get the nurse, but how without alarming everyone. Suddenly Ron whirled around and summoned the nurse. The cord was wrapped around the baby's neck and they quickly did a C-section. But to cap off the excitement,grandpa locked his keys in his car - a new Thunderbird. I had to drive him back to his office in Houston and then back to Conroe for the car,
Then there was Gwen,another May baby.I was in Fort Worth for the event caring for big sister Abby.WE waited patiently for Leigh to call us in for the arrival in a room not much larger than a broom closet.Besides Judy, were Leigh,Debbie Clark, the doctor, a student doctor
, and two nurses.My job was holding Abby on my shoulders so she could see, and to preserve the event on film. Another funny that Judy reminded me about: Abby and I were near the nurses station; a scream was heard from Judy's room. The nurse was concerned about Abby's reaction. Abby replied ,"Oh,it's all right - momma said she'd probably be screaming!"
Next time I'll tell a little about my Uncle Paul. What would you like to hear?
Great stories about Philip, Ron, Jill, Judy, Gwen and Abby. Exceptional details include "the broom closet" (Shouldn't you have mentioned you're claustrophobic?) and Abby's reply.
ReplyDeleteAs for Great (or great, great) Uncle Paul---well, for me, it seems most of his story never touches on his moral culpability for his involvement with "lady-of-the-evening" Aunt Dorothea. Maybe all that is "such a juicy tidbit" that the stor(y/ies) can't be avoid.
The young "Uncle Paul" did write "A Pre-nuptial history of my grandmother." which I got to tell on the night (25 years ago this year) that I proposed to Deb. So ya know I like that part!
Although Uncle Paul's son "Robbie" died at 22, still the reverence towards his unfulfilled promise made his story interesting. I wonder if there's a way to think about the details of what he did do--how one might tell those details to speak of his preciousness being returned to God.
Okay, ya got might "stuffy" opinion. Who's next?