Saturday, July 11, 2026

Sometimes life is sad...

 On October 26, 1956, a Friday afternoon, I had a small son. I started losing my water so Dr.

Crow put me in the hospital, but it didn’t help. He lived only an hour and

weighed about three pounds. Back then there wasn’t much that could be done

for premature babies. It is amazing today what is being done for them and how

many lives are saved. We named him Stephen Anthony and Gene had a funeral

for him. Mama came to stay with me for a week. Mama was always there

when we needed her. Daddy would bring her and then come back for her. We

were sad but we did have Deborah and Timmy. 

Of course,  I did not go back to work at this time.  

Pictured below :  many years later, my family added this monument to his grave site at the Thompson Chapel Cemetery. (990 Thompson Chapel Road, Spartanburg, SC)  

The back side has the death notice engraved from the 

Spartanburg Herald-Journal,  Oct. 27, 1956. 




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