Happy Birthday To Me - 41 Years!

The story of me...

I was born in Ft. Meade, Maryland on my grandfather's birthday in a army hospital. "Legend" has it that he snuck into the hospital (because he soooo wanted to see his first born grandchild) and stole some doctor garb in order to get to see me. Not sure if he got caught. Oh how he spoiled me until his passing when I was in sixth grade. I remember the day - I was sitting in Mr. Arrington's class (yes, I'm 41 and I still remember this teacher's name) when I got called to the school office. I could see my mother up ahead waiting for me to walk down the long hallway. She then told me that granddaddy was in a coma and she had to fly to Maryland (we were living in Kentucky) and that I needed to ride the bus home to a friend's house. My dad wasn't very reliable. Apparently my granddaddy had already died when they had called my mom but they didn't want my mother to be upset during her travels. It's funny how you remember things. I remember this is when I first tried sammon croquets (sp?) - I loved them! My mom never would make them. She always said (and still does) that she hated the smell of tuna fish and she wasn't about to put her hands and jeopardize her smeller on canned sammon.

Later Taters!