The story of Me (As I know it, Cyd please correct me or add to it)
It was a snow storm 10 days after Christmas,The early evening drive to the hospital was difficult and my sisters were left behind to be cared for at neighbors house ( the story get conflicting answers here), it turns out I popped out like a champagne cork, though in those days and probably still she had to stay overnight. I'm not sure where my father was and it is entirely possible that he was at the hospital with my sisters who helped named me. I grew up being told and thinking I was named after a tug boat on Cape Canaveral, a family member on my dad's side and a few other colorful stories by my father. I was my mother's 4 child she had two other daughters living from her first marriage, and a son from the same man. He did not survive very long after his birth. I was my father's 2nd child, he had one son who was already in his 20's.
Apparently the weather was so severe in Philadelphia at the time that nobody came out to visit the new baby to the hospital or the house. My mother was 34. The Dr's had given her the option on whether she would want to go through with this pregnancy, she choose me and all the risks.
My oldest sister Cyd is nine years older than I am, Heather is 6.
The year was 1976, the bicentinnel