Sunday, February 15, 2015
A long night
On February 22, 1948 the year of the Lord, our family spent a long night, it was the night brother James was born.
A blustery snowy time out side, some 24 inches of snow fell during the night.
Up until this time, Mother had delivered all her children with the aide of a mid-wife.
But for this one, they decided to use Dr.Charles Wathen, the community physician .
Dr. Wathen tried to get to our home before dark.
But the roads were slippery and bad,he parked his car at uncle Tipp and Grover's.
Dad had been waiting there for a while, to help him walk to our little house.
Dad found a walking stick for each of them to stabilize themselves while walking through the two foot of snow.
Grandpa Schell had taken us kids home with him earlier, to spend the night.
The beauty of the fresh snow presented a post card setting.
That night I slep with my two uncles Dewey, and Arthur Schell, in a feather bed.
I nearly roasted from all their body heat, I was so happy when day light came and it was time to get up.
James was born, a little before sun rise .
I told Mother when we arrived back home the next morning ,that night was the longest night of my life.
She said "Amen" Coleman I know what you mean, I'm happy its over too, do you want to hold your brother James?
Until next time, God Bless.
P.S. Happy Birthday James ! I hope we don't have all that snow you had when you were born on the 22nd, here in Michigan.