Well here it is almost one full month into the new year and I am still looking for some friends to sign up for Idaho Navy Vets command. Some of the time, I think it is hard to get anyone interested in participating. Do you think that goes back to the old "don't volunteer for anything" ? I have a couple of friends that live close to my home town that still haven't looked into this wonderful website yet. The few of you that have read my blogs and posted comments, know about my late Navy buddy Steve. I was thinking about the new grandchildren that are going to be here later this year and remembered the night my first child was born. Of course Steve was there with me and being the joker he always was, it turned into another memory that I can laugh about all these years later. Hope you enjoy this!
The night Dan was born!
November 1st 1969 was a good day for me, my wife and I had been to see her doctor and he had broken her water and given her some medication to start labor. We were expecting our first child and were very excited. About 9 p.m., Angela started having pains about 5 minutes apart and we went to the Holy Cross Hospital in Salt Lake City. Steve went with me and we were in the father’s lounge when at 2:30 a.m. a Nun came into the lounge and asked for Mr. Boyd. I stood up and Steve jumped up too, when the Nun looked confused, Steve said, “We aren’t quite sure who the father of the child is.” I could have strangled him. I apologized to the Nun and told her that I was Mr. Boyd. She told me that I had a new son and took me to see the baby. I got to carry him down to get weighed in and cleaned up. I was very proud and very happy. Steve continued to swear that I agreed to tease the Nun and say we didn’t know who the father was. I know better.
Well I have to get back to the old grindstone, hope you all are having a great year, despite all the doom and gloom about the economy and war effort.