66 years ago today...
Before I was even two years old, my mother entered the hospital on her 24th birthday and gave birth to my only sibling... the only boy in a large extended family.
She had been the baby girl in a family of 6 boys who spoiled her rotten. She never had a good reason to outgrow this so she grew older but never (ever) "grew up".
Sharing her birthday with the "Golden Boy" forever after... made him even more "special" to her.
I hated him almost from the first, but spent the most of my childhood protecting him from the neighborhood "bullies".
As I grew older and wiser I learned that the real enemy was the one at home in the skin of "the mother".
He never needed protection from her... but he learned early that I did. He was the "Golden Boy" but I was "Daddy's Little Girl"... and she was jealous of me forever after. Bubba almost always stood between me and her.
Nobody protected either of us from her table. Back in those days "a happy baby was a fat baby". I once weighed 200 pounds. Bubba never lost his passion for food and became a chef, a very heavy chef. His heart gave out when he was only 45 years old. I lost weight and survived. Ma left the planet a few years ago. There has been no day since then that I have missed her and no day that I don't miss "Bubba".
And so it begins... the hardest month of the year for me. The month of March has not been very good to me... since 1945 when it brought me my "Bubba".
Happy birthday, Larry. You were a really terrific brother and a truly fine man!
Happy Birthday, Ma. Rest in peace... far away from here.
She had been the baby girl in a family of 6 boys who spoiled her rotten. She never had a good reason to outgrow this so she grew older but never (ever) "grew up".
Sharing her birthday with the "Golden Boy" forever after... made him even more "special" to her.
I hated him almost from the first, but spent the most of my childhood protecting him from the neighborhood "bullies".
As I grew older and wiser I learned that the real enemy was the one at home in the skin of "the mother".
He never needed protection from her... but he learned early that I did. He was the "Golden Boy" but I was "Daddy's Little Girl"... and she was jealous of me forever after. Bubba almost always stood between me and her.
Nobody protected either of us from her table. Back in those days "a happy baby was a fat baby". I once weighed 200 pounds. Bubba never lost his passion for food and became a chef, a very heavy chef. His heart gave out when he was only 45 years old. I lost weight and survived. Ma left the planet a few years ago. There has been no day since then that I have missed her and no day that I don't miss "Bubba".
And so it begins... the hardest month of the year for me. The month of March has not been very good to me... since 1945 when it brought me my "Bubba".
Happy birthday, Larry. You were a really terrific brother and a truly fine man!
Happy Birthday, Ma. Rest in peace... far away from here.