I needed a bit of a break from this series but I'm ready to pick it up now. There weren't any letters that I could from my grandmother from late May through the summer of 1959. What I do know is that my grandmother came out to be with my mom and I didn't end up being born until June 1. My mother and grandmother lived in a little apartment away from the ranch until my delivery, I suppose so that they wouldn't have a long and difficult drive when labor started.
I was born in a clinic staffed by the Medical Missionary Sisters. My grandmother told me once that it was a long, long labor and that at one point my mother said that she had had enough and she got up out of bed to go home. But I suppose grandma and the sisters convinced her that this wasn't the type of job that you could put off until the next day and so she stayed and I was eventually born. I never heard anyone say that my father and I never recall my father saying anything about my birth so I figure he wasn't there. I have no idea why but since he missed all the other big events in my life except for my wedding, I guess it was fitting.
After a few days I suppose grandma and mama and I went back to the ranch and then grandma left to go back to her home and job in Michigan.
I had another grandma. Her name was Lucia. As much as I grew up hearing bad things about my dad, I never heard anything but good things about Grandma Lucia. My mother loved her mother-in-law very much; when a wife loves her mother-in-law I think that says a lot about the generosity and goodness of both women! But I guess Grandma Lucia was very gentle, kind and a holy devout Catholic woman.
My father told me once that Grandma Lucia was delighted to have a new baby in the house. She held me and rocked me and played with me, and as I got bigger I made a special sound of delight just for her. Whenever she came into the room, or eventually whenever I could crawl to find her, I made this little special squeal of joy just for her. Unfortunately Grandma Lucia died when I was around six months old and the family happiness turned to sorrow. My father told me that I never made that particularly little baby sound again.