Later that evening, around 7:35pm, I was born - I came into the world screaming and I haven't shut up since. Here's a picture of me, several months later of course.
For 18 months, it was only my father, mother, and myself (along with Babe, the world's best milk cow - that baby fat on me is pure butter!) Then in June of '77, my parents brought this home:
Yep, that's my baby brother Matthew. At the time my mother went into labor with Matthew, my father was trying to pull Babe (the cow) out of the garden. Mom and I were standing in the door and Mom was yelling at Dad to let the cow alone, and get in the car (expletives deleted). Dad said, "At least its not snowing".
On the way there, it started pouring the rain. And the windshield wipers broke - again. So there they went, one hour over the mountains to Davis Memorial - with my father's head out the driver's side window.
Over the years, my Dad has said he should have known that the weather was a sign that the two of us would be trouble. Well, we aren't mean, just maybe a little ornery.
Like this scene here - where I'm helping make the cookies...
And Matthew is helping to eat them.
Easter 1978
Of course you can see we always get along - as brothers do.
Matthew's wedding, 2003 My Mom always said she wanted a houseful of children, but she only had the two of us. So how did I end up with such a large family? That is another story, for another day.
3 comments:
Cute pictures! And you are right, you were a little butter ball! hehehe
welcome back! I enjoy your stories and musings. Your West Virginia lore.
Thanks! I'm going to try and post at least once a week until I get back into the swing of things!
And "Butterball" is one of the nicknames I had at that age!
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