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Carole Dalphin

"Today is my birthday. I just finished 65 years as me. Now I'm starting the 66th year. They are all good.

Back when I first showed up in this dimension, way back when, it was a strange Thanksgiving Day. In 1941, President Roosevelt changed the date for Thanksgiving, moving it forward by a week. In the apartment that day were my two sisters,Anne and Jeanne, mom, maybe Aunt Lil (I don't remember) and mom's mom, Miami Grammy.

I was born at home. The doctor came to the apartment we lived in. Pop was at work. Mama lay in bed as she could with two toddlers at home. Mama's mama had trained as a nurse's aide in the late 30s & was there to help.

Pop's story went like this (for years!): He came home after a long, hard, cold day digging ditches for the oil company, Standard Oil of Illinois, across the Mississippi River. He took busses & trollys & was tired & looking forward to Thanksgiving dinner. When he walked into the apartment there was the doctor, his mother-in-law, his two little girls, his wife in bed with a squawling thing, no dinner. He says the doctor drank his whisky, his mother-in-law told him to clean up, and the squawling thing hurt his ears. He says he put me out on the step to wait for me to bark, but when I didn't & everyone got on his case, he brought me inside and checked me out only to discover I was human-ish, and a girl.

Pop loved telling that story while mama corrected and snarled in the background, afraid his teasing was hurting my little psyche. I never got tired of hearing it. At least it was more interesting than what you usually hear.

My sister, Jeanne, who was only 2 at the time, remembers being kept out of mama's room, worrying & then hearing me cry & being allowed to go in and meet her baby sister. She was always my hero, growing up, and even today, but she took a while to allow me to hang with her. She used to climb a tree she knew I couldn't & sit there eating the fruit in the tree & throwing stuff to (at) me. Jeanne & Anne were wonderful big sisters.

I have survived childhood, school, marriage, motherhood, granny-hood, and am still kickin'. My life is filled with beloved family, friends, happenings, a comfortable home & a full larder which I'd do well to avoid more often. No complaints. God is good."