It is Wednesday morning, early morning, about three. I just could not sleep. I have been laying awake, so finally just gave up, got up and here I am, drinking coffee. I have been fighting little Debbie the last two days and she won the fight. Dang that Steve for bringing them home and Debbie for making me eat them. Oh well another day to try and not smell their tantalizing ordor. For there is another package left. I hate you Little Debbie for controlling my eating habits. Do you not know life is not made up of only cake alone, not veggies, not fruit, just cake.
On April 21st, 1963. James and Geri Moody welcomed their first child, She was born three minutes before midnight. She had a head of ash blond curls, fair skin and was pretty from day one. Her Mother was in labor for hours. I had went to work at six am that morning and my Mother picked me after work at two. It seems if I remember right we went straight to the hospital but as it has been a few years I may be wrong, it could have been a little later but not by much. The hours creaked by as we waited for the big moment. Geri having her first child at twenty-seven was having a rough time of it. She moaned with pain. This stubborn little girl, although we didn't know at the time it was a girl, was not coming out willingly. The funny thing, though of course there was nothing funny going on to Geri, was that in between pains she would go sound asleep and snore like the dickens. You could hear her in the hall. She was so tired and this had gone on for hours. I myself was getting pretty tired as I had been up since five. But of course I was in no pain. About seven I went out to Mom's car to try and sleep awhile. Mom came out and got me by nine. "It won't be long now," she said. But it was almost three more hours till Miss Lori decided she would give up and come on into this world. The Moody family has not been the same since.
Lori was a doll and is still a doll. Her little sister come along a little over a year later and when they were small Lori use to be ornery to her sometimes. When they were both very little young James and Geri came to Leavenworth to live. I was over there early one morning. Geri and I heard crying coming from the bathroom. It was Mickie Jo. Geri hurried in there, myself right behind. Mickie was sobbing. She had all kinds of stuff in her mouth, in her eyes. Lori had been fixing little sister up. And although she was crying, she was letting Lori do it to her. I am sure she has outgrown all that now, right Lori?
I haven't been around the kids as much as I would have liked as they grew up. But I always have those two little faces imprinted on my memory when the two girls were small. Both born here in Joplin. Lori at the old Joplin General, Mickie at the other one built on
34th street. I remember being in Easton and making cookies with the girls it seemed like it was handprint cookies. And Lori is a girl after my heart. She does not let the number of her age affect how she wants to look. Good for you Lori, I hope you never do.
I just wanted to use my blog today to tell her I love her. And wish I could have been more a part of her life growing up. So have a good day Lori, enjoy your birthday. You are a year younger. I think going backwards is the way to do it. So go girl. Catch you all later. I'm outta here.
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