This week, we celebrated 70 years of the little cowboy in this picture, so I thought it was worth re-telling one of the classic family stories surrounding the day he was born.
I believe my grandfather, Rece, was still overseas in the war, so my Grandma Catherine (Dad's mother) was living with her parents at the time in rural Alabama. Her sister, my dear Aunt Ruth, was a little girl and still at home then, and she and my grandmother were very close. Here's her recounting of that day:
Daddy had to get the only man who had a car in that community to take him to Red Bay to get the doctor for Catherine. There were no telephones then, either! Anyway, the man protested that he had not had supper and Daddy told him they did not have time to wait for him to eat because they needed to get the doctor on his way. Daddy promised to buy his supper once the doctor had been dispatched. Once that was done, they went to Rob Orrick's hamburger place there in Red Bay and Daddy said the man ate 17 hamburgers!! When he kept ordering hamburgers, he told Daddy, "I'm hungry! I've been working in hay!" Of course Daddy couldn't say anything because he had promised to buy his supper. Long story short, we always felt like Jerry was worth far more than the price of the hamburgers the greedy man exacted!
I love that story, and it shows what a special guy my dad has always been to all who have known him. It was a bittersweet birthday for all of us. We're so grateful for these 70 years, and it's still not nearly long enough.