38 Years!
Thirty-Eight years ago today my father had just landed at Detroit Metro Airport. He was returning home from a job at Bell Aircraft in California. My mother was waiting at the airport to pick him up. With her was my eldest son Wesley Roy, not quite six at the time.
In Detroit the 1967 Riot was going on. Burning and looting had occurred just blocks from the hospital I was in. During the last weeks of my pregnancy when visiting my Doctor’s office I saw National Guard personnel in jeeps patrolling the city. At Brent General Hospital on this day were my husband Verl, myself, and my brand new baby. When he was born the Doctor held him up and my first thought was he looked like a chicken hanging in a butcher shop window. Eight pounds of baby and 15 ounces of nose and a girl no less. But the Dr. quickly corrected me by turning him around and saying, “Does this look like a girl to you?” Sheer delight--another son who was later named Lesley Troy.
Happy Birthday son and many more. May the coming year bring a brighter future, good health, and a whole lot of well deserved happiness.
Love Yah!
Comments:
Happy Birthday to your son and congratulations to you. I can remember the Detroit riots. At the time, I was living in Plymouth and teaching in Livonia. Since it was summer, I was taking classes in Detroit. I remember listening to the news and if there were no snipers shooting at the freeway, my fellow teachers (4) and I would head for the University in a very packed car. Don’t know why we were so foolish!
Posted by Maria on 08/25 at 02:12 PMThanks mom! Sheesh, that’s an old picture.
Posted by Les on 08/25 at 02:49 PMHas it been a year already? That means I’ve been reading Momma’s Corner for about that long, cuz I wished Les a Happy Birthday last time around.
Great picture! He was into computers even back in the day LoL!
Mothers have so much ammo now that the ‘Net has given us opportunities to put the best ones out for public perusal.Posted by MrsDoF on 08/25 at 03:17 PM
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