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Happy Birthday UncleRay!!

Re: Happy Birthday UncleRay!!

And a Happy Birthday to my brother, UncleBruce. The summer before my fourth birthday mom was pregnant with her fourth child. Having had a girl and two boys she was convinced she would have another little girl and asked me if I wanted a sister for my birthday. Are you FN nuts? No! I wanted another brother. Apparently childbirth is like most things, and gets easier with practice. And mom had had an easy time of the first three. About one o'clock in the morning on my fourth birthday, mom woke up thinking she had to ... ummm ... drop a deuce. Sitting there on the throne she realized that wasn't the case and started banging on the wall to wake up my father. He was mostly deaf in one ear, and of course slept on the good ear.

Finally awake, he called the doctor. This being 1968 in Orono, Maine, doctors still made housecalls. So dad gets Elmer - the doc - on the phone and says, "the baby's coming, the baby's coming!" To which Elmer replied from a fog, "But you've got prostate problems." "No!! My wife!" "I'll come over," answered Elmer. Fifteen minutes later dad is on the phone again, "I can see it's head, I can see it's head!" Elmer: "I've got one shoe on and one shoe off. I'll be right over."

My other brother and I shared a room upstairs and our sister was in the other room. I was the only one to wake up, but sat on the top step, since it wasn't a good idea to come downstairs in the middle of the night. Dad saw me, and brought me downstairs. My earliest visual memory is seeing my brother on a blanket on a corner of my parents' bed when he was 15 minutes old.

And that is why we always called him a little sh1t!

Our birthday was always a double celebration. Two cakes and everything. He's taking me to the B's first pre-season game tonight with his two boys, aged 11 and 13. I think I'm as excited as the boys!
 
Re: Happy Birthday UncleRay!!

UncleRay said:
And a Happy Birthday to my brother, UncleBruce. The summer before my fourth birthday mom was pregnant with her fourth child. Having had a girl and two boys she was convinced she would have another little girl and asked me if I wanted a sister for my birthday. Are you FN nuts? No! I wanted another brother. Apparently childbirth is like most things, and gets easier with practice. And mom had had an easy time of the first three. About one o'clock in the morning on my fourth birthday, mom woke up thinking she had to ... ummm ... drop a deuce. Sitting there on the throne she realized that wasn't the case and started banging on the wall to wake up my father. He was mostly deaf in one ear, and of course slept on the good ear.


Finally awake, he called the doctor. This being 1968 in Orono, Maine, doctors still made housecalls. So dad gets Elmer - the doc - on the phone and says, "the baby's coming, the baby's coming!" To which Elmer replied from a fog, "But you've got prostate problems." "No!! My wife!" "I'll come over," answered Elmer. Fifteen minutes later dad is on the phone again, "I can see it's head, I can see it's head!" Elmer: "I've got one shoe on and one shoe off. I'll be right over."

My other brother and I shared a room upstairs and our sister was in the other room. I was the only one to wake up, but sat on the top step, since it wasn't a good idea to come downstairs in the middle of the night. Dad saw me, and brought me downstairs. My earliest visual memory is seeing my brother on a blanket on a corner of my parents' bed when he was 15 minutes old.

And that is why we always called him a little sh1t!

Our birthday was always a double celebration. Two cakes and everything. He's taking me to the B's first pre-season game tonight with his two boys, aged 11 and 13. I think I'm as excited as the boys!
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what great memories!!! hope Dad had a margarita ready for Mom!!!!!
 
Re: Happy Birthday UncleRay!!

UncleRay said:
And a Happy Birthday to my brother, UncleBruce. The summer before my fourth birthday mom was pregnant with her fourth child. Having had a girl and two boys she was convinced she would have another little girl and asked me if I wanted a sister for my birthday. Are you FN nuts? No! I wanted another brother. Apparently childbirth is like most things, and gets easier with practice. And mom had had an easy time of the first three. About one o'clock in the morning on my fourth birthday, mom woke up thinking she had to ... ummm ... drop a deuce. Sitting there on the throne she realized that wasn't the case and started banging on the wall to wake up my father. He was mostly deaf in one ear, and of course slept on the good ear.

Finally awake, he called the doctor. This being 1968 in Orono, Maine, doctors still made housecalls. So dad gets Elmer - the doc - on the phone and says, "the baby's coming, the baby's coming!" To which Elmer replied from a fog, "But you've got prostate problems." "No!! My wife!" "I'll come over," answered Elmer. Fifteen minutes later dad is on the phone again, "I can see it's head, I can see it's head!" Elmer: "I've got one shoe on and one shoe off. I'll be right over."

My other brother and I shared a room upstairs and our sister was in the other room. I was the only one to wake up, but sat on the top step, since it wasn't a good idea to come downstairs in the middle of the night. Dad saw me, and brought me downstairs. My earliest visual memory is seeing my brother on a blanket on a corner of my parents' bed when he was 15 minutes old.

And that is why we always called him a little sh1t!

Our birthday was always a double celebration. Two cakes and everything. He's taking me to the B's first pre-season game tonight with his two boys, aged 11 and 13. I think I'm as excited as the boys!
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Dr Sewell, anyone our age that grew up in Orono had him for a Doc, great story TF
 
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