I look forward to more of your memories
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This one was told to me by my Dad. In 1938 there was no such thing as a doctors office. They came to your home and tended to the sick. Well we lived about eight mile north of Greensboro back in the woods in a small frame house. Time came for Mother to deliver and it was flooding rain and the creek was out. Now I am not lying my Dad told me this. They finally get someone with a car that would run to go and get old Dr. Henry and he was sober. I was born and Dad said when he first saw me he went outside and sat on the wood pile and cried. He said son you were the ugliest thing I had ever seen. Son you were red, head was pointed like a bullet with skinned places on both side I did not know if I should just shoot you or what. He said Mother carried me around on her hip for two week and all I did was cry. So they got Dr. Henry to come and check me out. He said B.P. you got a milk cow and Dad said yes. Go and milk me a bottle of milk. When he got back Dad said I sucked the bottom out of that bottle. Naomi you are dry your boy is starving.