SWEET MEMORIES
March 27, 2017
By Olivene Godfrey
Barry likes to hear me relate the story of when I found out I was pregnant with him. He suggested I write about it. I discussed it with Tam, she said it might encourage other women who are trying to have a child.
I was married at 19 years old. Barry, my only child, was born when I was 32 years old. Doctors told me there was no physical reason why I couldn't bear a child. But, it didn't happen.
My late husband, Ralph and I, lived in Dalton, Georgia. I worked in an office and Ralph was a TV repairman. In 1957 we moved to Florida. At the time Barry was born, we lived in a nice duplex on the beach at Treasure Island. I wasn't working at the time and just taking it easy. My Aunt Helen who is now deceased, was visiting us. She was with us for three weeks and we had such a good time. I was concerned about how tired I was every day. When she left, I saw my doctor. He was examining me when he came to stand beside me. He said, "You're pregnant!" I blurted out, "You're kidding!"
I remember driving our 1957 Chevrolet across the causeway from St. Petersburg to Treasure Island with a huge smile on my face. I could hardly wait for Ralph to come home. He had rode home with a friend that day. They sat in the car for 30 minutes talking! When he did come in, I told him we were having a baby and he was happy but almost in shock.
Now Ralph is gone. I am 89 and like the old adage, the child becomes the parent is true as Barry takes care of me. Barry and I agree that it would be way hard if God hadn't sent us Tam.
See you next time. Comments welcome. (Edited and typed by Tam.)
By Olivene Godfrey
Barry likes to hear me relate the story of when I found out I was pregnant with him. He suggested I write about it. I discussed it with Tam, she said it might encourage other women who are trying to have a child.
I was married at 19 years old. Barry, my only child, was born when I was 32 years old. Doctors told me there was no physical reason why I couldn't bear a child. But, it didn't happen.
My late husband, Ralph and I, lived in Dalton, Georgia. I worked in an office and Ralph was a TV repairman. In 1957 we moved to Florida. At the time Barry was born, we lived in a nice duplex on the beach at Treasure Island. I wasn't working at the time and just taking it easy. My Aunt Helen who is now deceased, was visiting us. She was with us for three weeks and we had such a good time. I was concerned about how tired I was every day. When she left, I saw my doctor. He was examining me when he came to stand beside me. He said, "You're pregnant!" I blurted out, "You're kidding!"
I remember driving our 1957 Chevrolet across the causeway from St. Petersburg to Treasure Island with a huge smile on my face. I could hardly wait for Ralph to come home. He had rode home with a friend that day. They sat in the car for 30 minutes talking! When he did come in, I told him we were having a baby and he was happy but almost in shock.
Now Ralph is gone. I am 89 and like the old adage, the child becomes the parent is true as Barry takes care of me. Barry and I agree that it would be way hard if God hadn't sent us Tam.
See you next time. Comments welcome. (Edited and typed by Tam.)
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