A Date of Birth

I really don't know what the weather was like 41 years ago today.  but I hope for my mother's sake, it was tad nicer that it is today!  Brrrrr
I also wish I had more details about the day of my birth.  What was it like for my parents in those hours leading up to my arrival?  Did Mom have a difficult time?  Was Dad at the hospital, pacing the halls?  Or, was he at home watching my older sister, Marilyn and waiting for a phone call?  I wonder if Mom's parents were there for my delivery?  Why I don't even know what time I arrived at either?

It makes me wish that I had asked my Mum more questions about my birth.  But, when you're young, you are so busy living, you don't always ask the right questions.  I remember asking my Dad & Marilyn a few years ago if they remember anything of my birth, but neither of them were much help.  I got two different answers on the time of my arrival - midnight and mid-afternoon.  Dad thought he was out working in the field (harvesting/threshing)  Note likely as it was the end of September.  Unless he was harvesting corn...Hmmmmm

Marilyn later told me, the Doctor who delivered me had passed on some time ago.  Interestingly enough it was by suicide.  Ack!  Perhaps a check on the local record books might give me the answers I'm looking for. 

I've never had the maternal urge.  (except when it comes to caring for animals)  There's been no biological clock ticking, chiming or cuckook'ing away.  No interest in babysitting or even oogling young mothers little cooing bundles.  Although, I can appreciate a cute baby or an adorable, well behaved imp.  I have never had a desire to have one of my own!

Kudos to those who do!  But, I'll stick to my dogs, cats and any other creature that need some of my TLC thanks!

Miss you Mom - Feb/01 & Dad - Dec/04 - RIP