THE DAY YOU WERE BORN -- ANYTHING UNUSUAL OR EXTRAORDINARY HAPPEN?

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I was born in a two-room (kitchen and bedroom) converted chicken house with a path leading to the outhouse out back. It was on a Sunday night (Groundhog's Day) in the middle of the depression (1936). My grandfather loved to tell me about that day. I was born at 10:10pm. It had been snowing so hard that day and the day before that travelling by car was impossible. My grandparents lived in outside a small village on a dirt road and there was only one snowplow. He said that our road hadn't been plowed yet. So when my mother started having contractions in the late afternoon he and my father started worrying. There was no way that they could get her to the hospital 12 miles away and there was no telephone to call the doctor. He went to my grandfather house about a 1/2 mile away to get him to stay with my mother while he went to get the doctor. He then proceeded to walk about 4 miles in waist deep snow and howling winds to get to my grandfather's cousin (who was a doctor). Fortunately for dad the doctor had a horse and buggy so he got to ride back. It had evidently taken some time cuz Grampa said that he sat by my mother's side praying as hard as he could because he was afraid Dad and the Doctor wouldn't get there in time. My grandmother was alone with two small children praying "to beat the band" (her words) a half a mile away wondering what was going on. We didn't have electricity in the house so my Dad said he lit about a dozen hurricane lams so that the doctor could see what he was doing. Mother said that my father was so happy I was a girl that he danced a jig. I later years I used to joke about the fact that I was born in a two room "shack". My grandfather was a carpenter and he had made a wonderful little place for my parents. When I was in my thirty's I told that story to someone and mother suddenly left the room with tears in her eyes. I asked her why and she said that she has listened to be for so many years telling everyone that I was born in a two room shack. I started laffing. All this time she believed that I was ashamed of the fact when all the time I was almost proud that I was different cuz most of my little friends didn't have such a funny story to tell about where and when they were born. And then I told her that after all Abraham Lincoln we born in a log cabin so we had something in common....to some extent.