Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Little Brother's Day
I was six years old when he was born and I had reigned as the baby of the family and I was not looking forward to him invading my world. We lived on Alfred Mark's farm (BIL to Al Gore Sr.) and the ambulance brought Mother down the hill and behind it was Amanda C Marks, Alfred's wife carrying a big straw basket with a yellow blanket in it. I was excited to see what the hoopla was all about a baby boy and I ran to the ambulance and only Mother was inside. I wanted to see the baby and Mrs. Marks laughed and said come over here, he is in the basket. She pulled back the blanket and I peered over the edge to see the red squalling baby. My first thought "I can not believe everyone is so happy to have this red, ugly, loud, squirming thing come live with us."
The Kitty Justice is he is still 2 out of the 4 but I would not trade him for anything.