Reassessing my own age
There are advantages to being the oldest child in the family and I am one. About 18 months after my father returned from Europe after World War II, I came along. One of the advantages of being the oldest is being able to remember when your younger siblings came along. My mother gave birth to six more babies after I was born. I was only 2 ½ when the first, Duane, was born. Sadly he died shortly after birth and I have only the dimmest of memories from that time. When I was 3 ½ Brother Gerald was born. After years of effectively being the only child you remember when that ...