Life with Timothy, our second child

 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.

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. 

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.

Deborah Jean  OCT 1956 

Life with Deborah, our first child

 

Tim (1) and Deborah (3)

When my first baby was eleven months old, I quit nursing her. Deborah would cry to nurse, but I would let her use a cup with a top on it. I would almost give in because I had so much milk, but we finally won the battle and she did real well.  She learned to do many things at an early age and we would brag on her. So one day when our pastor, Reverend John Kent, came to visit us, she ran to get her potty we had trained her with. She was going to show him how she could use it. Naturally, we persuaded her to wait.

At this time Gene was on the third shift. Each day at 3 pm I would go up the stairs and call his name to come to eat. So Deborah started going up the stairs and calling “Gene, Gene”. I had to remind her that he was her daddy.