Clearing the cobwebs from almost 65 years ago at 2310 Colfax, Dad was busily supplying all the history he thought I needed. “We didn’t have a car. I was going to Dunwoody, and I worked part time. The day you were born was a very icy day. Audrey and Doug drove Mom to Swedish Hospital. I was at work, and they couldn’t reach me right away; but I got down there as soon as I could. You still made me wait eight hours before you came into the world.”

Mom, who tends to remember the negatives, piped up, “Oh, and those nurses. They were not happy. Maybe downright mean. There were just too many babies.”

Yes, the war was over. Lots of babies. And you were lucky to find a one-room apartment to live in. Neighbors in the same building, Audrey and Doug were the unfortunate ones with only one room. But, they had a car!

Dad had a beautiful younger sister, and Audrey had a handsome younger brother. The matchmakers got busy. And in a storybook kind of way and a tale I always loved to hear, before too long Auntie Marion married Uncle Clay.

Lovely, feminine and stylish Auntie Marion (even though Uncle Clay called her “Sport”) and shyly debonair Uncle Clay were like a movie star couple in my mind. As long as I remember they lived on a lake. Uncle Clay taught me how to water ski. Auntie Marion made me feel like a young lady. It seemed there was always laughter, and I loved to visit them. Once in my early teens I took a notion to hop on the Greyhound bus and arrived for a visit unannounced. I figured they’d know I was coming because they were always saying, “Come and visit.” They were completely gracious, until they finally found me a ride home a week later.

Love one another with brotherly affection as members of one family, giving precedence and showing honor to one another. Romans 12:10