When I became pregnant, I remember Warren coming in saying “Hi” and I answered saying “Hi, Daddy,” and he knew. Mary and Paul were expecting too, and Jim was born November 5, 1949. We all worried until Bill arrived on December 2, 1949. How wonderful, he looked so much like Warren that people would recognize him as they watched the babies through the window of the nursery. He even had fuzzy hair and Warren’s was so curly. I remember a fantastic nurse, Mrs. Brown who told me how to breathe during the delivery.

I never had a stitch with any of the four children, but I did with Sue. I always bounced back quickly. In those days we stayed in the hospital seven days and by the time Sue was born it was five. You really had a chance to gain your strength back and become acquainted with your baby during those longer stays.

It wasn’t long after having Bill home that I noticed he never had any tears when he cried. Dr. Davies had us bring him back in and told us to go have a Coke and come back later. He fixed his tear ducts and we did fine after that. I did have problems burping him and Dr. Davies stopped in to show me different ways. Can you imagine a doctor making house calls? Dr. Davies did.

We had moved into another house at this point, on Cook Street. We lived upstairs, and it was very airy and nice. It had a nice yard and we even planted a garden. In fact we later felt it was because of the garden that Warren’s allergies appeared. I remember painting three walls in the dining room olive green and one wall gold. I can still see the striped drapes in the living room.

Judy was born September 19, 1951. She had an earache the Sunday she was baptized. My mother and father were there that day. They lived in Milwaukee and we got together on occasion. Judy being born in September, the World Series was going to happen, and when I came home from the hospital Warren surprised me with a television. It was our very first, and I always teased him about getting it in time to watch the ball games.

When Judy was a toddler we were visiting our neighbor next door. When I got home I noticed Judy was sitting on the floor looking sleepy. The phone rang, and it was my neighbor saying her pills were missing from a bottle she had on the table. I called the doctor, called Warren, and we had to have her stomach pumped.