•January 16, 2019•

By Evelyn Burtcheard
NP Guest Columnist

The spring I was seven our family expected a new baby and there was much excitement. Danny was going on two years old and no longer a baby.
The doctor arrived, and we were surprised to see a woman doctor. “She ain’t no doctor; she’s a woman!” Donny announced with all the limited knowledge he possessed.
Dad set Donny, Danny and myself on the sofa and told us to stay out of the way. Aunt Dora arrived well before the doctor, and she was busy in the room with Mom. We sat, slept and then after what seemed like hours later we finally heard a baby cry.
Donny jumped up with a shout that woke Danny as Aunt Dora and Dad came into the living room. Dad moved a large overstuffed chair lined with pillows closer to the heating stove, and Aunt Dora placed the tiny bundle on the pillows in the chair.
All three of us kids were staring wide eyed at the tiny red faced baby when a short time later Aunt Dora brought in another baby! This one was crying at the top of his lungs as she placed him in the chair and returned to the bedroom.
Finally Aunt Dora returned to her charges in the chair in the living room.     Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.