It was a cold, wintery Thursday evening in January 1941 ....just a few months before the beginning of WWII when I was born to Horace and Ella Mae Hester Walker who had waited for 11 years for their 1st child.
I was the 5th grandchild of "Cazzy" and Annie Catherine Gibson Walker. (And I was given her middle name as my middle name. I loved her like no child ever loved their "Granny.")
No, I didn't know that I was born on a Thursday night ....I don't remember being (if ever) told those details, but I did look it up!
I was born, on a kitchen table (I've been told) in a small rental house just down Hwy 37, south of Taylorsville, MS. Dr. Kennedy and my friend, Mary Lou Gregg Cheatham Cooke's mother, Myrtle Hathorn Gregg, was the midwife who helped to deliver me, on that table. (I never asked if they ever ate, on that table, again!)
I wished, years later, that I had taken a photo of that little house. I do remember seeing it. I wish that I had asked to go inside ...and see where I had been "me."
I know that Hwy 37 must have been gravel, back in those days. I wonder how Doctor Kennedy was contacted. I wonder how they traveled. I was told that it wasn't an easy birth. I'm not surprised, at that. I've never been "easy!"
Thank you, God, for allowing me to see another year. Thank you for Thursday, January 16th, 1941. Thank you for Horace and Ella Mae Hester Walker and for all these years that I've been given.
On this Sunday, January 16, 2022 ......thank you to everyone, in my life. Thank you, to all of you who have loved me, liked me, endured me,
But most of all.....thank you, to my family....I have loved you....and you have loved me. I have two beautiful daughters, a great son-in-law, (even a couple of great "ex"sons-in-law), four absolutely wonderful grandchildren with a wonderful grandson-in-law and some pretty great "significant other" grandsons-in-law," and then there's the absolutely "could not live without" those great-grandkids. How blessed I am!!!
And, of course, the "two girls," in my life.....my two little rescue Pomeranians ..... Bella and Precious. How, how, how could I live without you (and your barking?)
And thank you to my "significant other" .... the man who has been there after God took my honey home. Thank you, Mike, for being there when I've needed a shoulder to lean on, and when I've needed support. Thank you for loving me when I couldn't even like myself!
Another year ..... thank you, God. I've always wondered why "Thursday" was "my day." Yes, it's Garbage Day, but for some reason I've always thought every day was THURSDAY. Now, I know why. Thursday is just "my" day!!
