

My Daddy was delivered by Dr. Lang. Dr. Lang was a very old man, when I met him. Dad loved him very much. Mom loved him very much, too. One of the best stories that I heard from Grandma Monica, was the story of Dad being born. I listened intently. I didn't know that this would be the very last story that my Grandma told me. She would get very sick after that and couldn't tell me any more about her life. The babies were born at home, in those days. That was enough for me. I didn't have any babies yet and Muffy was the only baby that we all had. I could not imagine Dr. Lang and Grandma delivering Dad in the house. For some reason, I always thought about a hospital with Dr. Lang. His office was a very complicated room. Lots of books and lights and spectacles. Lots of stuff for the imagination to run with. One little bowl of sugar free candy was in the waiting room, living room of his office. I loved that little bowl. I loved those memories of knowing someone, so very different from us.
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