I just happen to be thinking today about what was taking place 52 years ago today (July 28th) and possibly more then you care to hear. But on that day the Doctor had told me to take 4 oz. of Castor oil and then walk up the hill out of the Home Place. Since you were suppose to have been born around the 4th of July. Afterwards have someone drive me the 32 miles to Grants Pass. It was your Grandpa Buster driving, with Grandma Mary riding "Shot Gun," on the way to town. With both constantly asking, how I felt. I'll skip how I felt. I did have to make several restroom stops, on one of the hottest days we had so far that year. After a quick exam the Dr. decided to go to step #2. It was called Pit shots (short for something, I don't remember) which involved more walking around blocks of the City, until it was time for the Dr. to close his office, so I was sent to the hospital. Doctors, nurses, your Grandma Mary just couldn't figure out why you wouldn't make an appearance and I was getting pretty tired of this birthing part. Somewhere in the middle of the next day, after the Dr. had gone home to eat his dinner and I had missed mine, you decided it was time and so I finally delivered at 7:24 pm July 29th. Four or Five days later you went home to the "Home Place", which will always be special for you.
Mom
Isn't it kind of gross to hear about your own birth? Ahhh well, at least I turned out to be a rugged good looking kid. I'm glad I have been able to keep that same image 52 years later.
billy blaze
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