Be thankful, be grateful, be patient, be charitable, be kind, and don’t forget to smile, as it is infectious. God Bless America!
I was the sixth of her seven children, and what might’ve been just a run-of-the-mill moment for mom, with little expectation. The only difference is Mom was due on the Leap Day of a Leap year, but this Piscean, Baby Boomer was in a hurry to get here in the Chinese New Year of the monkey and literally burst from the womb 4 days early. It was probably because it fell on a Saturday, and what can I say, I like weekends. As the story goes, Dad was at work (PTC), and my cousin Mae’s husband, Jim Osmon, took my mom, dropped her off at the ER, parked the car, and in the minutes it took to do that, I was born. I was just young, restless, and full of surprises even then. Mom would always say she loved the best as I took it easy on her!
Point to Ponder: Oh, that will drive my siblings crazy! Hey, “The spoils go to the ones that write history, not so much the ones that make history.” In the photo below (1956), I am being held by my paternal grandmother, Jeanette Donahue (Nee: McClellan). My mother wrote on the picture referring to my paternal grandmother as “Mom”. My kid sister Annemarie, aka Nancy, wasn’t born yet. She’s the little girl in the red dress sitting on my dad’s lap in the photo on the left. You can see I have three older brothers and two older sisters.
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