I’m not sure whether at this moment or not, he is aware of it, seeing that he is still asleep, but today is Jerry’s birthday. Seventy-six years ago in the village of Starks, La. the 12th and last child of the William Buxton family came wailing into the world…and they named him Gerald.
It was a rare day in Starks, for on that March 12, 1932, it snowed, an uncommon occurrence in that part of the country. Jerry has been told that during the birth his siblings were sent away from the house, and when they returned, there was Jerry!
“You have a new baby brother,” the parents told the brothers and sisters. “Take a look at him.” Wrinkled and squalling, this little critter had begun his trek through life.
I’m not sure exactly how we will celebrate, for since yesterday our plans have changed. Rebecca had called some time before to say she wanted to come for his birthday today, but late yesterday she had to alter her plans and won’t be here until Saturday. She was bringing a sour-cream apple pie from Marie Callender’s, so I hadn’t planned a cake…but I can probably whip up one.
If you want to add a little birthday greeting for Jerry, I know he will love it.
Happy Birthday, Jerry.
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