Monday, August 03, 2015

Dawn's day

Today is Dawn's birthday, born as our first in 1973.  I quickly posted pictures of her on FB to commemorate the day and figured I would add an entry here since I had done a bit on Cara's birthday in January when she came home for Uncle Johnny's funeral.

1976

Robert was finishing up his degree in Provo (I had completed my degree the year before) and we moved to Parma, Ohio.  My daddy Center had died in September 1972 and Robert got a job at USSteel and my mom needed some support so it all worked out well for everyone.


It was fun being pregnant altho back then you never knew if you were having a boy or girl.  My mom had secured a tiny little house on Grantwood Avenue, just east of State Road.  Our wall telephone cord could reach to all 4 corners of the house!  We had a bright, large kitchen, a front room.  The bedroom had an 'attached' room at the one end which would be Dawn's room.  The utility room housed our very tiny bathroom, food storage shelves and hot water heater/furnace.  Mom had bought a crib and baby dresser for the little room and had painted the room aqua ( I think) before we moved back home to Ohio!  We had a changing table with baskets to hold things from Auntie Carol Etzel.  Robert found me a rocking chair.  It only had one arm (yes, I would say we were scraping the bottom of the barrel) but it worked just fine.

I went picking strawberries a the Historic Johnson Farm in Hiram, OH, when I was very pregnant and everyone worried or laughed that I might deliver in the fields and then would have to name whatever baby came, Strawberry Patch Hatch.  Nope, not that day but I was very sore from bending and picking.  VERY sore.  But not that day.   Not that month. Nor the next month.  Yes, I was that overdue.

Finally on August 2, I visited the doctor and he said delivery was very near.  Well, it had better be!  I was so far over my due date (and did the same with 3 of the rest of my 4 kids).  I had just gotten home, and felt the first signs of labor.  Knowing that once it all started I would not be able to eat anything, I drove the '67 Buick LaSabre to McDonalds.  I kept the car running since it often had trouble starting and there were no drive-through windows in that day.  Grabbed a burger and fries and headed home.  Robert came home from work and we waited awhile.  Finally we went to the hospital with my mom. Robert went off somewhere...didn't know at the time but it turned out he went Home Teaching AND to the auto parts store. Thanks a lot!

But finally we had our baby daughter!   She was named Dawn Mercedes...Dawn after  Robert's best friend's wife (Robert had been their best man) and Mercedes because Robert had promised me that one day he would buy me one since I had driven one at BYU when I typed for the underground newspaper (rag) called Zion's Opinion.  Dawn Mercedes. I stayed in the hospital for nearly a week which was standard back then.  Since Robert couldn't get off work to bring me home (don't ask me why not) my Aunt Carol picked us up in her big ol' truck. She had a cinder block for me step on to get up into the truck.

My mom would come by each morning on her way to work and then stopped by each evening.  (She and Aunt Ven Gaul (really her 1st cousin)  went to Hawaii almost as soon as we came home.)  I had the very classic British baby buggy that was used for my sister (now that I think about it, my mom was a great saver).   I would put Dawn in it and we'd stroll to the store, to the laundry and to my mom's house.  It was delightful.  Dawn HATED cloth diapers and screamed the moment they'd get the least bit damp so we finally gave in and used paper diapers which were a fairly new item in the day.

We were very excited to take Dawn to church for her name and blessing.  Robert's first cousin, Craig White, happened to be serving as a misisonary in our ward at the time and assisted in the blessing. Robert was overcome with emotions and altho the blessing was short it was long on love for his daughter and has always been so.

In 1973 we were still having Sunday School and Priesthood in the morning and then returned in the late afternoon (6:00) for Sacrament Meeting.  To this day I remember dressing Dawn in my grandfather's christening gown.  I had knitted the Baby Mary Janes booties but had forgotten or had been too tired to remember that I needed to make a bonnet out of a white lady's hankerchief.  I hurriedly sewed it together the night before and in the morning, when I put it on her, I had to laugh. I had forgotten to gather the lace around the hanky and it  was so flat.  I laughed and Dawn laughed.  It was a great moment.

 



I am still in the process of sorting through pictures and scanning them...and boy do I have the photos!  Bag and Boxes and Albums filled with them.  So I will be adding more pictures as I get to them.

But here's a picture of Dawn's first visit to Santa.  Because my dear, beloved Scottish Terrier, Bonnie Lassie, had gotten very old and needed to be put to sleep, my Uncle Al came to do the deed.  I just couldn't stay around the house so I took Richard, Al and Carol's son, and Dawn and we went to May Co. at Parmatown to visit Santa. Dawn didn't cry at all.  Not sure what she told him she wanted for Christmas but I remember quite a few boxes that year.


Dawn keeps in daily contact with me.  By phone or Skype we have been known to craft together, cry together.  Work things out together. Yell at each other together...well, ok not exactly yell but speak loudly.   Her kids are good at keeping in touch altho mostly it's Evan.   Just this morning as I had been chatting with Dawn for her birthday, Connor helped me sort out how to make my handout for Visiting Teaching using MS Word.

Dawn's encouraged and pushed her kids to excel in what they wanted/needed.  They are as smart as she is.  And just as independent.  This is a good thing but doesn't always fit comfortably.

I'm a lucky mom in so many ways.  Happy Birthday, Baby Dawn.


3 comments:

Dawn Barrett said...

Thanks, Mom & Dad for being perfectly wonderful and caring and always there for me. I'm so blessed to call you my parents. xoxo

Annette Witherspoon ♥ said...

Thanks for giving birth to Dawn (or should I call her Strawberry Patch Hatch?)You did a wonderful job raising her. She's been a great crafty buddy who makes some beautiful cards!

Lin Floyd said...

fun memories, we almost named our third son Running Water Hatch but settled for Brook instead!

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