on the day we were born.

This post first appeared on Aug 16, 2006, was reprinted with an added third act from 2010, a fourth act from 2012, a fifth act from 2014, and now a sixth act from 2016. Happy birthday today to my dear Emma, born on my 33rd birthday.  “Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.” – A.W. Pinero ACT I – August 16, 1959 “What was it like the day you were born?” Mama asked, making sure she had heard the question correctly, then answering immediately as if it was yesterday, not 47 years ago today: “It was a pretty Saturday and I had been busy all day – of course, your brother, Mickey, was not quite 2 – and I remember I had cooked a good supper – fresh green beans and other fresh vegetables. Daddy had been telling me for 9 months to please not go into labor on a Saturday – you know that was his hardest and longest day in the barbershop. We got through supper and I think it was about 8:00 when I started having pains. Now, I really didn’t know what to expect because labor had been induced with Mick and it was long and hard. But, then I got sick on my stomach, so Daddy and I were suspicious.  Daddy called Dr. Lang about 10:00 and he told him to take me to the hospital. Mick was in bed and Daddy called PaPa to come stay with him. We got to the hospital about 10:30 and the nurse called Dr. Lang. I remember...