From the Archives...

With my 41st Birthday fast approaching, I thought I'd spotlight my birth year today.  I was born on Easter Sunday, 1967.  Following is an excerpt from my parents about that day.

From My Mom...
Let's see. You were about 15 days late and the day you were born it was about 70 degrees out-a beautiful Easter for being so early. We were supposed to go to Nana and Papa's for dinner. Later that day Nana, and Aunt Colleen I think and maybe Aunt Marcia came to the hospital to see us as did Grandma and Aunt Helen and Uncle Bob. Back then kids under 13 couldn't come in so Annie and Mary wern't able to visit.
The first picture was probably Mother's Day and features Great-Grandma Fargo, Grandma Morehouse, me and you. The second picture is Great-Grandpa and Grandma Fargo and looks to be winter-maybe Thanksgiving or Christmas. They lived on Thompson Boulevard in Watertown.
From My Dad...
On holy Saturday, 1967 your mother was having labor pains. I think they started some time in the night, I belive she was in labor about 27 hours before you were born. The pains were still pretty far apart so we went about our day as usual. It was a cool (40 or 50 Degrees) with a misty rain, just a dull gray day. We were supposed to go for Easter dinner at my parents house and I had agreed to bring the beer. In the afternoon we drove down to Sweets Supermarket ( this is on Salina Street in Pulaski where the NAPA store is now) to buy a case of beer. We took the beer to Nana and Papa's house and stayed to visit for a few minutes, then we went back to our second floor apartment on Lake Street.
About 11:00 PM your Aunt Marcia and Uncle Gene came over to visit. We sat around the kitchen table talking and timing your mother's labor pains. The pains were getting to be about 2 and 1/2 minutes apart. I don't recall when we finally left to go to the hospital, only that it was in the middle of the night.
When we got to the Mercy Hospital in Watertown, the nurses took your mother to the labor room and one nurse took me to the Fathers room and brought me a cup of coffee. I was told to stay there and the doctor would tell me when the baby was born. In later years when they started to let the fathers go to the delivery room I was so glad that I wasn't allowed to do that. I would just have been in the way in the delivery room as the doctors and nurses would have ben tripping over me as I lay passed out on the floor.
I picked out the most comfortable looking chair and tried to get some sleep. There was one other father in the room and the doctor came and got him after about an hour. I slept a little and woke up around 6:00 am, it was a really beautiful morning, as I watched the sun come up over Watertown. The temperature that day was in the 60 to 70 degree range with plenty of sun and no wind.
I remember thinking that God must have a special purpose for a child born on Easter Sunday. This is something you don't tell the child because you don't want to put that kind of pressure on him. You just watch and wait to see what he does in life. Now I know your purpose is to save lives, you go about it in a very quiet and un assuming way as if it is a common occurrence, it isn't. It is a very special calling and one that very few people can do. A profession that makes a father proud of his son.
About 8:00 am the doctor came to the fathers room and told me I had a son, certainly a moment to remember. After that I went to see your mother for a few minutes and you in the Nursery. Then I went to find a florist that was open. There was a florist by the Fairground Inn and his door was open. I didn't realize it un till later but he wasn't open for business, he was just getting ready to make his Easter deliveries. I told him I needed flowers delivered to the hospital. He congratulated me on having a son and took the money for the flowers. After leaving the florist I happened to think that because I bought flowers for your mother on the day you were born, I should buy her flowers every year on your birthday and I have. Although I have come very close to forgetting some years.
And that is what I remember of the day you were born.