Tell us everything you know about the day you were born.

Okay, first of all I need to say this.  I’m beginning to feel very, very self-conscious about these blog prompts and I might begin to go off the reservation soon.  While this discipline is really good for me, the nature of these prompts is not what this blog is all about and I really do not like talking about myself nearly this much.  So I guess I will answer this one.  Then I’m going to spend some time and make up some prompts of my own … for myself.

I don’t know too much about the day I was born.

I know it was a Saturday.  It was the first Saturday in May because my mom and dad listened to the radio broadcast of the Kentucky Derby in the car on their way to the hospital.  Every year we all three have to look up who won that year (nearly 50 years ago now) because we can’t remember.  Well, they can’t remember.  I didn’t know at the time and even though I look it up every year, I still cannot remember from year to year.  My parents now celebrate my birthday on Derby Day although they/we didn’t when I was a child.

I know I was born at 10:52 p.m.

I know my parents  had not yet graduated from college.  Somewhere there is a photograph of me all bundled up with my grandparents at the graduation.

I know my arrival was late.  I’ve been running behind ever since.  My parents had only been married about 7 months.  Emmmmm hm.  You do the math.  They are celebrating their 50th anniversary this year (October), so it was a good decision all around. They have an excellent marriage and are still very happy together … despite the fact that they frustrate the snot out of their children sometimes.

I was the first granddaughter on both sides and so I was much fussed over and spoiled … for about 6 months.  Then we moved to Kansas.

John F. Kennedy was the president and hope was springing up all around despite the spectre of Vietnam and Cuba.

Annnnndddddd … that’s about all I know.