Our first family love...On Sutphin Blvd

I would say and I have said to Enoch that our first family love was Dr. Lang. "DR.LANG!", I remember the intensity of his tone and pitch as he answered the phone while we stood and waited for his complete and undivided attention. He was our first love, because he delivered Dad and he delivered me. Any man who goes through childbirth with 2 generations of women in the family is considered the hero of the family. No man has endured more of the pain in our family with us as he has.
My husband and Chin are next because they were there at the births of the children. But in the old days, only the doctors could enter into the sacrum of excruciation, with the women. He was the hero.
One day he took my face in his hands and said, Jayne, Jayne, Jayne, don't get fat! referring to my looking exactly like my elder auntie, who is now my twin. I love him for that candid perusal of our family tendency. I guess, I didn't listen. I still struggle.
I remember the darkness of his office as they conserved electricity and Mrs. Lang, sometimes coming to the door on Sutphin Blvd, and the sugar free candies in the candy dish. The order and consistency of their elderly life and the decisiveness and determination that marked his every move and motion, even the hampered motions of one disabled by broken hips, were a monument of his strength and perserverence. He was our doctor and educator and friend and mentor. It was truly a privilege knowing him and when he looked at my shingles and said, I have never seen any thing like that in any one so young. I thought that must be the end, I must be dying. How could a 90 year old genius not have seen this before. Amazingly, I did live past there. About my pimples, he said, Jayne, Jayne, Jayne, do you have a boyfriend? I said no. He said that is the only person who would notice those things on your face.
He was our love and I try to share much of him with my children when I remember to.

"A man's got to do what a man's got to do!"