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Mom and Dad, Brother
I was born in 1954 on the shortest day of the year. My father was working for the State Highway Patrol and was on duty at the time. My mom called the neighbor and she took her to the hospital. My brother stayed at Margies, our next door neighbor, who always was so kind to us and gave us candy all the time, so my mom says.
I don't remember much about that day ;o) but my mother told me that she came home on Christmas Eve and my dad had to go to work on the midnight shift. Apparently, he tried to get off work but his captain would not hear of it. Times have changed drastically in that regard.
In History, this happened: 1955
http://www.infoplease.com/year/1955.html
In History, this happened: 1954
http://www.infoplease.com/year/1954.html
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Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-washed babe, and am not contained between my hat and boots,
And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good,
The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.
I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth,
I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself,
(They do not know how immortal, but I know.)
Every kind for itself and its own, for me mine male and female,
For me those that have been boys and that love women,
For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted,
For me the sweet-heart and the old maid, for me mothers and the mothers of mothers,
For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears,
For me children and the begetters of children.
Undrape! You are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded,
I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no,
And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.
--Walt Whitman
“Song of Myself” (7)
WOW TILT...thanks. How fitting...
What an honor!
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