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Saturday, August 4, 2012
Cajun Corner- Vol. 4, No.29
Cajun Corner – Vol.
4, No. 29 – August 4, 2012
Jour!Welcome to Cajun
Stitchery’s weekly email and welcome to our family.
Right now I am totally and utterly consumed with
babies.This morning around 10:00 my
son, Hank, called and said that my great granddaughter is hatching.Where did he get that sense of humor?Makayla Re’Nae was born at approximately
10:50 central time, that’s 11:50 a.m. Tampa
time.She was born at BrandonHospital
in Brandon, Florida.She weighs 6 pounds 13 ounces.She has all 10 fingers and 10 toes. Hank promises to post photographs on
I am a weeper and right now the tears of joy are
streaming down my face. Mama used to get so irritated with me because I would
cry at the drop of a hat for sadness or happiness.I don’t know why. It is just me.
My daughter-in-law, the RN, was able to assist
during delivery.How special is that?
That reminds me of the story of Nancy’s birth.Mama was in Lafayette and went into labor.Her mother, Flavie, took Mama to Lafayette
General.They put Mama on a gurney and
they waited.Flavie kept telling the
nurses that “the baby is coming.”Well,
she should know.She had 8
children.The nurses kept them
waiting.Finally, as it is with most
women in this family, Flavie would wait no longer.She grabbed a doctor’s or nurses’ jacket, put
on a surgical mask, and rolled the gurney into the OR and delivered my sister
The following day after Nancy’s birth (on November 7, 1945), my
grandmother, Flavie, came to the hospital to visit Mama and Nancy.Mama was crying because her lips were so
chapped and the nurses had nothing to sooth her lips.Flavie said, “I’ll be back.”About an hour later, Flavie walked into the
front door of Lafayette General with a large box of medical supplies and loudly
proclaimed, “I have brought this poor hospital some medical supplies since they
don’t even have lip balm for my poor daughter’s chapped lips.”Another trait that is common in the women of
Right now I am waiting on a call from my son
telling me the room number so we can send flowers.You know I’m not going to wait too long until
I call the hospital myself.
I had two children.Both of my children were boys, which I
believe was God playing a joke on me. I think God is still laughing because I
didn’t’ know what to do with my boys except watch in awe.Until giving birth to my boys, I was
surrounded by girls.No brothers.We lived in a house full of frills and lace.
I certainly never realized that boys were actually alien creatures.
There is a special bond between a mother and her
son and I have always been very close to my boys.We lost my youngest son, Jeff, when he was 28
years old.Hank is now 43.Jeff never married.Hank married a woman with three
children.He never had biological
children.My three grandchildren are my
step-grandchildren, but I love them as though they were my blood. We have
watched them grow and cried and laughed with them.
I was raised with a step-father, Johnny, who I
consider my real father.I did not know
my biological father since he died when I was 10 months old.There is a special place in my heart for a
man, or woman, who has so much love that they will raise another’s child as
their own.George did this, too, since
Hank is the biological son of my first husband who was killed in Vietnam.George is the only father that Hank has ever
So, here we all are, about as stepped as you can
get, waiting on this precious miracle from God.Okay, I have to stop because the tears are flowing yet again.
We’ll do embroidery next week.Right now I’m being a grand grandmere.
Have a wonderful week.
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Sent straight from heaven up above
Came an angel for me to love
To hold and rock and kiss good night
To wrap my arms around real tight