“When I was born, the doctor put me in his hand and told my mother “here’s your baby”. They put me in a shoebox to send me home. I weighed 1 pound and a half. They didn’t think I was going to live to be three years old and now I’m 78! I was one month premature. My mother put me on an old cook stove to warm me. That’s where I would stay until I was old enough to stay in a bed. Just like an incubator, they didn’t have those when I was in the hospital in 1940.”
Oh how we love to hear these stories!!!
Happy Senior Citizen’s Day!
