This date in history is kinda important to me. It is the day that my other baby brother entered the world in 1960 when I was nine. I honed my babysitting skills on him. He had no choice..he was stuck with me. He was a pill. When he was six months old he refused a bottle. Mom had been breast feeding him..but he got some teeth (ouch). He was a biter. He had a cup..which is fine..except at bedtimeâ€¦then someone (usually me) would stand in the dark at the crib and pat his back or gently shake the mattress beneath him to lull him to sleep. Most nights I would even sing or tell him stories.. His breathing would change and he would relax and fall asleep..then you had to wait, right there in the dark..first you would stop the patting or shaking..but stand at the crib poised to continue if he stirred..if all went well you could slowly sneak out of the room..sometimes you didnâ€™t make it half way to the door before he was sitting up and screaming. This took at least twenty minutes every night..sometimes longer.
December 1960 we are all watching TV..it was our first TV!! Me age 9, my Dad holding my 2 month old other baby brother, and my baby brother age 6.
As he grew older he was my shadow and I kept him out of trouble and dangerâ€¦except the time he fell on the metal fire truckâ€¦that was my fault..I was not keeping a close enough eye on him. He has quite a scar on his arm.
My other baby brother was a nonstop talker, and still is….when he was little he chattered non stop..why this? why that? ..he was always curious about the world around him. He would talk to anyone who would listen to him, old and young alike.
So now this little baby boy turns fifty..even Far Guy said â€œI cannot believe your brother is fifty.â€