Des Moines, Iowa, May 23, 1918
What? This is not at all what I was expecting. Who are all these people looking unfriendly and being so rough? I’ve changed my mind, I want to go back.”
“It’s a girl”.
“Madame is going to be disappointed.”
Ow! You hit me!
“She’s got strong lungs, that’s for sure, and she’s feisty.”
“She’s going to need to be.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I am privy to certain grapevines, sir, excuse me.”
“Well, she will be the apple of her father’s eye, he is a kindhearted man and a daughter will delight him. Scissors please. ”
What just happened? Whew, now what?
And this was how my mother entered the world….the beginning of a PHENOMENALLY fascinating life which I shall now begin to write.