THE DAY YOU WERE BORN -- ANYTHING UNUSUAL OR EXTRAORDINARY HAPPEN?
December 6, 2006 9:27am CST
I was born in a two-room (kitchen and bedroom) converted chicken house with a path leading to the outhouse out back. It was on a Sunday night (Groundhog's Day) in the middle of the depression (1936). My grandfather loved to tell me about that day. I was born at 10:10pm. It had been snowing so hard that day and the day before that travelling by car was impossible. My grandparents lived in outside a small village on a dirt road and there was only one snowplow. He said that our road hadn't been plowed yet. So when my mother started having contractions in the late afternoon he and my father started worrying. There was no way that they could get her to the hospital 12 miles away and there was no telephone to call the doctor. He went to my grandfather house about a 1/2 mile away to get him to stay with my mother while he went to get the doctor. He then proceeded to walk about 4 miles in waist deep snow and howling winds to get to my grandfather's cousin (who was a doctor). Fortunately for dad the doctor had a horse and buggy so he got to ride back. It had evidently taken some time cuz Grampa said that he sat by my mother's side praying as hard as he could because he was afraid Dad and the Doctor wouldn't get there in time. My grandmother was alone with two small children praying "to beat the band" (her words) a half a mile away wondering what was going on. We didn't have electricity in the house so my Dad said he lit about a dozen hurricane lams so that the doctor could see what he was doing. Mother said that my father was so happy I was a girl that he danced a jig. I later years I used to joke about the fact that I was born in a two room "shack". My grandfather was a carpenter and he had made a wonderful little place for my parents. When I was in my thirty's I told that story to someone and mother suddenly left the room with tears in her eyes. I asked her why and she said that she has listened to be for so many years telling everyone that I was born in a two room shack. I started laffing. All this time she believed that I was ashamed of the fact when all the time I was almost proud that I was different cuz most of my little friends didn't have such a funny story to tell about where and when they were born. And then I told her that after all Abraham Lincoln we born in a log cabin so we had something in common....to some extent.
7 Dec 06
I do not think so anything untoward had happened when I was born. I tried to find out from my parents. Ofcourse I remember when my younger son was born there was heavy rain I could hear him crying over phone. I was at distance of 2000 kms away from his birth place.
7 Dec 06
I was stumped for a minute wondering how you could be 2,000 kms from your son's birthplace when it dawned on me that your are a man. Guess I had an "alzheimers" moment. I'll bet that sound of his crying brought tears of joy to your eyes. Thanks so much for dropping by and for your input.
7 Dec 06
I was born during the early morning...it was a very stormy night...My mom always tells everyone the day I was born...It was a stormy night...raining very hard lightning and thunder was at a high time that night...mom always calls me as the son of the devil...
7 Dec 06
Gee the only exciting thing to happen on my special day was my birth and I did an internet search to check. :) I was born in the days when men were definately not allowed in the delivery room, so Dad was at home working. When he got a message (pre phones as well), he went to the hospital that night to see me.
7 Dec 06
Yes "long ago" men were either not allowed or showed no interest in being in the delivery....probably because they were afraid they would faint. My father, according to my grandfather, couldn't stand seeing my mother in labor so he hid in the next room till he heard me cry. Men are such wimps....LOL. Thanks for stopping by and adding to the input.
7 Dec 06
When I was born, of course there's an unusual. The unusual was me:) I was born. No one like me before. I'm the only one..ha..ha.. Thanks for sharing your extraordinary story..That's great.. I think that every one has the unique story and the unique life. Praise God for it...
• United States
13 Dec 06
The only thing I remember mom and dad talking about was the fact that dad was in the Coast Guard (stationed at Miami Beach, maybe 10 miles from home in Miami) and had to rush to the hospital because I was impatient to get there. Mom wasn't due until early July, but I was born on April 13. I only weighed 3 lbs 5 oz. Boy, have things changed. ROFL. Loved your story. It reminded me of the house where my grandmother grew up in Sweden. A 2-room frame house for a couple with 6 kids. My sister, my daughter and my cousin have been to see the house, and they were so amazed that 8 people lived there back in the late 1800s. One cousin was living there at the time they saw it, and he fixed lunch and was excited that they wanted to take pictures of the house to bring back to the US. They explained to him that we all had framed pictures of "Grammy's house" on our walls and wanted to frame the new pictures showing how well it had been kept up for over 100 years. Our cousin passed on a few years ago and the house is now owned by non-relatives...such a shame, but it happens all the time. My sister and cousin are going over there again next July just to see the remaining relatives, but they were so glad to be able to get pictures in 2001. Also, go to www.dMarie.com/timecap and enter your birthdate to print out things that happened on your birthday and that year. It's quite interesting the things you learn will surprise you...especially the cost of certain items. I like to print out a copy and give to people for their birthday, anniversary, or other special date.
14 Dec 06
What a great story about the house in Sweden. Yes, I agree with you about non-relatives living in the house now. Same way with our two room "shack". It was still there just about the same the last time I was there 20 years ago. I had a picture of it taken in the 40's but it has gotten lost. The important thing is that I remember and since I have no children to pass it on to it doesn't really matter. Thanks again for dropping in....Love to chit chat with you.
• United States
16 Dec 06
When I was 10, my family moved from Miami out to Hialeah. We lived there until I graduated from high school, at which time we moved up to the Florida panhandle. When I moved back to this area 16 years later, I drove down to see my old house in Hialeah (3 BR/1 bath with huge front and back yard). I absolutely sat there and cried. Everything looked so different and the house looked so little for all of us (mom, dad and 4 daughters) to have never complained about not having room or having to wait for the bathroom. Time does change things, doesn't it? Always nice to chat with you also, my friend.