It was at 9:15 the evening of August 21, 1941 that Leah Louise Logan gave birth to me with the help from Dr. Colister and her best friend Gertrude Ann Mack, Aunt Gerty, as I later called her as I was growing up came back from California where she was an Army nurse, a WAC, as they were called. Mom told me that there was a terrible rain storm outside with lots of lighting and loud thunder during the time I was being born.
I guess that is why, to this day, I am attracted to thunder storms and will try to find an open window or door to watch the storm.
The next thing I remember is the small house right across the street northwest of the hospital where we lived. I remember an old kerosene cook stove that mom used to cook on and bake in. My very favourite was chocolate chip cookies.
I also remember the ice man. He would bring ice for our ice box where we kept our milk and things we did not want to spoil. The ice man would deliver our ice that mom told him with a cardboard sign that she would place in the window. It had 25, 50, 75 and 100 printed on the four sides. As an example if she would place the 50 so it was up and readable, it meant the ice man was to leave 50 or 1/2 a block of ice. He was to place it in our ice box. In order to get a 1/2 block of ice he would have to use his "ice pick" and cut a whole block of ice in half. When he did that, he left small chips of ice from using his ice pick. He would gather them up in a cup or something and give them to me to suck on as a treat. One other thing I remember at the beginning was his wagon that carried the ice block was pulled by a horse. As time went on he eventually got a truck to carry the ice blocks.
I don't remember too much more about living across from the hospital. I remember my dad went into the Navy but before he left, he was hired as a full-time city fireman.
We then moved into an apartment above the fire station. Mom and I lived there until she and my aunt Imajean decided to move in together while dad and her husband, Uncle Swede, who went into the Coast Guard were in the service.
They had one boy, my cousin, Webb. Webb and I would live together like brothers and have great times together. Webb was two years younger that me.
The house we lived in was rented by Aunt Imajean and Uncle Swede. I was a small stucco house with two bedroom, a living room, kitchen and bath room on the main floor. It also had a basement where we often would play. There was also a large back yard where Mom and my aunt planted a very large garden with all sorts of vegetables like green beans, peas and tomatoes.
We lived on 4th Avenue East, not too far from Grandpa Rich's Auto repair garage. It was also very close to the railroad tracks and we could always hear the trains blowing their whistles as the passes by. I remember one of the trains that was newer we called "the baloney train" I guess because someone told us it carried meat.
Back to our good times in the stucco house. Webb and I spent a lot of time in the fall shelling the leftover beans and peas that didn't get picked. We spent hours sitting in the garden shelling those beans and peas. Grandpa had given us a toy dump truck that we filled with the shelled beans and peas and hauled then to various places in the backyard.
Once we got in trouble with our fall harvesting and I will share that story with you in the next Blog............. Beginning My Life Part 1b. See you then! .......Dave