On October 21st, 1955 we had a son at the Crow Clinic. He was just as
precious and sweet as our little girl. He weighed 7 pounds and 5 ounces. The
same nurse that was with me when Deborah was born was still at Dr. Crows.
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| Timmy at 5 months |
She was so sweet and really took good care of me. Her name was Mrs. Guyton.
We named our son, Homer Timothy, after his dad. I knew that he would never like that first name.
Timmy had a nickname and it was “Butterball”. He was a happy and jolly little boy. I nursed him for
awhile and then went back to work.
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| Timmy and Martha 1956 |
I had not been working long when I got pregnant again. In the meantime, Deborah had taken pneumonia and also the measles. Dr. Stack put her in the hospital. She was about three years old at this time. She was in quarantine and Gene stayed in the daytime and I stayed at night. Mama and daddy came and got Timmy and took care of him for a week. Mama said that he was good while they kept him.
The doctor did a tracheotomy to save Deborah’s life because she could not
get enough oxygen to breath. The doctor said that it would not leave a scar, but it
did. I think that she has always been embarrassed of this scar, but we would not
have her today if it had not have been done. But she still wasn’t rid of her cough
and sometimes we thought it was the whooping cough. A little later we had her
tonsils removed.
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| Deborah Jean OCT 1956 |
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