Yes, it is Monday again. I am going to try to slow down the days a little this week. So Monday does not become Friday so fast. But those who have a work week I am sure don't mind them zipping by at lightening speed. So another week to do with as you will. Unless of course the fickle finger of fate tries to mess around with our days. Hopefully Miss Fate will be kind to us all.
May the 31st,1959. Down on ninth street. Remember I've told you all about ninth street. I had turned eighteen in February. I was a very immature eighteen believe me. I was going to have a baby. I had been going to have a baby for a week and half. I had been in the hospital four days, then I had come home. I was determined I was not going back to the hospital until this time it was the real thing. My Mother was just as determined I was not having the baby at the house. This was the only time I myself ever saw my Mother lose her temper. She threw, yes threw, for those of you who did not think my Mother capable of such things. She threw my overnight case and said, "Get in the car or I am leaving the house. I will not be here for you to have this baby at home." I got in the car. I was crying, Grandma Minnie trying to wash my feet, because my water had broke all over me. Also I always went barefoot and my feet was dirty. We went to the hospital. It was very high drama.
Less than an hour later this beautiful little girl made her entrance into this crazy world. She had no idea when she was first laid into my arms the ride she was in for. But Willamina Elizabeth Miksell started her journey that Sunday May afternoon. Her name was Geri LaVerne for Five days. Named after my two sisters. The name change is a whole different story, remind me and I'll tell you sometime. I was upset at the time of the change, but a year later I was very glad it worked out the way it did. We called her Billie Beth for short. Listen folks if your name was Willamina you would want to be called Billie too.
They brought her into me. I counted her toes, I counted her fingers. Her little face bruised as if she had been in a fight. She had, a fight to get into this world. She looked at me with clear eyes as if to say, "Now whats going to happen?" Well at times the going was rough but through it all she has persevered.
Billie is the worlds most compassionate person. The greatest Grandmother bar none. She is a giver, just like my Mom. Gives of herself till there is nothing left for herself. She is pretty, very smart and quiet. Her brother and I, talk, dance bounce through life. Billie is not a bouncer. She works non-stop, she tries to take care of the world. She is serious, funny and has had my heart since day one.
In my opinion they should make this day a National Holiday. Oh, I forgot today it is, "Memorial Day." But I meant one for just her, the national "Billie Day". God blessed me with this amazing child, who become a amazing woman. So Happy Birthday Billie. I love you so and I am so proud you are my daughter. Oh yes everyone, check out the pictures at the top of the page. Courtesy of Al and Mae Chamberlain. Billies Dad and step-mom. Al the man who had such a good influence on her and helped shape her into the hard working person she is today. Thanks to them both. So happy Birthday Billie. We all love you.
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