I had to stop and make a few phone calls, upon my arrival in New York. Since I knew the hospital where I was born was on the way there, I pulled off the road and parked in their lot.
Many years ago, I came into this world. Mom, good Catholic that she was, had me in a Catholic Hospital quite a distance from our home. The story of my birth goes that my Dad was told to go home, since it would be quite a while before I made my appearance. So he did. Mom said that I came shortly after, at 10:45PM that evening. She never let my Dad forget that he was watching some game show at that time, while she labored to have me. Whatever...
I don't believe this section of the hospital is where I was born. I remember a 2 story wing over behind the main hospital and that is where I believe all of us were born. I remember Mom at a window one time (I think for my youngest brother) and we got to wave to her. For my middle brother, I remember my Dad taking me and my sister out to buy my Mom a comb and brush set as a present. We were staying at my Grandmother's house, so that Dad could continue to work. It was a big outing for my sister and I.
Only fun memories are tied up in this place, since only our 4 births happened here.
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