Sixty-two years ago today (well, it's still today in California and Illinois...), my mom was born in a blizzard. It was a difficult delivery, as she was breech and her nose somehow managed to catch itself on my granny's tailbone, if I recall the story properly. (If I don't, my mom will correct me in the comments.) I am so glad that things worked out.
The funny thing is that Husband and I went to the San Francisco Streetcar Museum this afternoon. Why is this funny? Well, my granny's cousin always tells us how she heard that "Bernice was in the hospital having a hard time," so she rushed over to the hospital in the blizzard on a streetcar. San Francisco operates old streetcars on its F line, with different cars paying homage to cities that also operated streetcars in its past. I looked for a postcard depicting the "Chicago" streetcar known as "The Green Hornet," but sadly there were none. I thought it would make a great birthday card for my mom. (Yes, I am admitting that I otherwise forget to send one, although I did call her.)
Later this evening, Husband and I passed by a storefront with the words Fecal Face Dot Gallery on its awning. We laughed and laughed, and I thought about how my mom would also chortle if she were with us.
Happy birthday, Mom, you nutty fecal face! I love you.
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Happy birthday, Mom!
ReplyDeleteHappy, happy birthday Suzanne's mom! Hugs from London.
ReplyDeleteHappy belated!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the birthday kudos. Suz, you are right; you were wrong! I was not breach, but somehow my nose did get caught on G's tailbone as I left the birth canal heading for a much better place, or so I thought! You are right abou that, I think, or maybe the umbilical cord got wrapped around me. Don't remember.
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