I lost track of this particular letter for quite a while, and was afraid I had somehow tossed it away. But the grandson, in the process of remodeling our old house, found a few things I neglected to move, and this letter was among those things.
My mother lost one baby full-term and had a couple of miscarriages before that. During her pregnancy with me, she developed what was then called uremic poisoning. These days there is another name for it, but the name fails me right now. If you read the words in this letter, you will see just how dangerous it was. My parents-to-be pretty much assumed that either my mom would die, or I would. They were asked whether they should concentrate on saving baby or mother, and I remember my dad saying that he told them by all means, save my mother if it came to a choice. Remember, he lost his mother and his first wife to death in childbirth.
There are two pages to this letter. I'm making the pictures larger than I usually do. I know it's too big for my blog, but as long as people can read it, I'm happy. I will do other entries, and this one will gradually be pushed to the bottom and nobody will know the difference. I was born in Iowa, but evidently we moved back to north Missouri shortly after my birth.
OK, here's page two:
The letter is postmarked July 22. I was born on July 7. There is just something I treasure about this letter. I have to tell you that my parents did not heed the good doctor's advice to not spoil me. Oh well.