1965

June 1st 1965 around 10:00 a.m. (If memory serves me correct). My father received a call to come to the hospital from his jobsite, as my mother lay in “Twilight Sleep”, awaiting my birth; Washington Regional Hospital, Fayetteville, Arkansas.

I went home to two older sisters, age 6 & 7 where we lived in Lincoln, Arkansas. There we were, The Reverend (my daddy who was fifty years old at my birth), who also engaged in the carpentry trade as a means of support, his wife (my stay-at-home mama), two daughters (my sisters), and baby boy (me). Also living close by were four uncles, an aunt and my grandmother, and some fifteen cousin’s, all on my mother’s side. The only paternal relative was an older stepbrother who was just a few years younger than my mother. He would go on to have three sons’, my nephew’s, who the oldest was some three-month’s, my senior.