My Birth to Kindergarten

I was born in August of 1950. I was supposed to be born later but the Dr. was leaving town so the decision was made to speed things up. I was born at St. Catherine's in Omaha to a Plasterer and Homemaker. My dad was a Catholic and my mom converted. Boy did she, I guess that would explain the eight kids. Of course I don't remember much of my early life as most others. About the only thing I remember is a couple things at Kindergarten at Edward Rosewater School. I remember the name cards with our names on them and another kid smiling at me when we were hitting the piano keys. I would later be in Catholic Grade School with him. The main thing I remember is that one day after nap time, I could not reach the higher shelf in the closet to put up my mat. (I was shy to tell the teacher or ask for help.) I tried and tried but was unable to do it. Somewhere, somehow I ended back in the classroom but missed the graham crackers and milk. My mom was angry and talked to the teacher about this and I actually remember being embarrassed by that. Well, that's all I remember up to five years old.

It may sound crazy but after 59 years on this earth I have often wondered if I hadn't been induced, would that have made any differences in my life? I do know that it would have had an impact on my draft number. It could have been higher or lower with a major impact on my life either way, but were there any other things impacted by the date I should have been born on the day I was to have been?

There was a positive in all of this and that was my Army service in Vietnam and I'll write of those impacts in future post.