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I Enrolled in the Seminary…I Flunked!
By my parents account, my birth day was a joyous occasion for everyone. Mom had just delivered her second-born son to our family, my brother having been born 20 months earlier.
I think, secretly, they may have wanted a daughter, to ‘even out’ our family. But, little did they know, they would have four more children, all girls, before our family unit was complete.
I don’t remember much about my earliest years, from my birth to about 5. I don’t think any of us ever do. We were too busy developing motor skills and learning how to talk. However, I knew I was loved, I was well-cared for and I was always in a safe environment. Having been born in 1948, that was good enough for me. Times were way different back then.
Food, clothing and comfort were challenging to provide. And, as the 1950s progressed, there were 3 more mouths to be fed, a daughter in 1951, another one in 1953 and yet another one in 1958, with a 4th girl arriving in 1961. With my brother having been born first in 1946, there was a spread of 15 years between the first and last child.
