It was a lovely 63rd Birthday. I can remember my Mother telling me that I was born during a snowstorm. She sat in front of the fireplace (the night she went into labor) reading while a heavy snow fell outside the french doors. It makes her sound so rich doesn't it? In fact, she and my Dad lived in a cozy (at least I hope it was cozy...that would be a saving grace, don't you think so?) basement apartment at her Mother's house. I always loved Grandma's house. When you opened the basement door to go down...there was a ledge about two foot wide that ran along the steps and they kept lots of kitchen pots and pans there. It was the homiest place!
Anyway, back to my story....the Dr. couldn't get there because of the snow and my Dad went with a tractor...(I think the story went) to help his car get through. Mom had a rough time delivering me. She had to get 20 some stitches that night I was born. I always felt like I should give her Birthday gifts on my Birthday to say thank you for all she went through. Even though, I was just newborn and clueless. Sometimes I still am clueless.. grin.....I'm trying to make my posts shorter, but this one sure isn't short. Oh well, this is who I am and what I have to share. 'Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord!' from the Holy Bible.