My mom wasn't supposed to have children, or at least that's what she was told by her doctor. I don't know what the problem was, ostensibly, but she wasn't to have children.
My mom LOVED children. She should have been a teacher. She surrounded herself with nieces and nephews and Sunday school children. My mom and dad were married 7 years before she had me -- I was her first -- or their first. And I guess she thought that was it because she didn't get pregnant again for over two years. Then she had my sister, Deb.
Whatever happened with the birth of Deb must have opened something up in her, because in the next 36 months she had two more children. The last one, being my brother Carl. She was told no more children after Carl. I don't know why, but I think it was because she was getting old and there was a uterine issue (bleeding). Thinking back it was probably the latter because I recall her being anemic and bleeding from her nose and mouth very easily, so easily that she had trouble staunching the flow of blood once it started. Too much detail? I don't think so. But if I were living back in 1946, this subject would never be discussed. In fact, back then you couldn't use the word "pregnant." A woman was "in the family way" or "with child" or some other delicate expression. Pregnant just shouted something a woman didn't want to flaunt.
Although I think my mom probably wanted to flaunt every PREGNANCY she had. She was so happy. And I've posted a few pictures here, one in which you can see how happy she is with my sister. She loved her children. The one with daddy is the way I remember him holding Deb. Apparently Deb had a bowel problem, like she was allergic to milk or something. I had one child with that problem and we had pampers, so it wasn't too bad, but imagine diapers and rubber (not elastic plastic) pants. These rubber things were wide in the legs and wide in the waist, so there was minimal protection to the holder of the baby or to the sheets in the crib.
As I go through all my pictures again, more and more I am reminded how blessed I was to have a sister, even though we were at odds most of the time, and who now, I wish lived next door so I could see her and talk to her and run errands, etc., with her every day. I was also blessed to have two brothers, neither of whom I see very often. I just live so far away from them -- all of them.
And I was also blessed to have a mother and father who were obviously in love with one another, and who transfer their love for each other to each of their children. Mom especially.
Mom had a tolerance for ill behavior. Daddy didn't. So Mom was the go between when we did bad things. Our spankings would have been so much worse, I am guessing, had it not been for mom saying, "Carl, that's enough" through tears because her beloved children were being punish. She knew they had to be punished, but it was difficult for her to do that job.
I miss them both so much, and as I age, I often -- and I mean often -- pick up the phone, dial the old house number and then realize there is no phone connection to heaven and I can't talk with them any more. Bummer.
I hope you enjoy the pictures.