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The Day Before Yesterday: 91 - Dark-Eyed Susan

Gladys Schofield tells of the birth of her daughter - "little dark-eyed Susan''.

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I had worried what my sister-in-law would think when I was expecting this baby as she had only just got over losing the twins but she was thrilled for me saying "I can come and take care of you.''

She knew Cliff needed to work, She had seen me the day before and didn't expect anything so soon, so when Cliff popped over, seeing a light in their house at six thirty in the morning, she thought he was joking when he said "Why don't you come over to see your new niece.''

He had got back across the road before she realised what he had said. Telling John she thought the baby had come, she dashed after Cliff, finding the midwife having a cup of tea and a chicken sandwich.

Little dark-eyed Susan was still just staring around.

Lena took care of things at once and Cliff was able to go to work. The fog had cleared during the night, the first day of November being a cool crisp day.

Quite a few changes had happened during these few years after the war. My Uncle Ernest had died and also my Aunty Kitty's husband who I hadn't really seen much of in his life. He was usually at work when Aunty came visiting. He seemed a quiet man. Uncle Ernest on the other hand, had been close. We missed him, He had passed away just as the war finished and his niece, Beryl, who I envied so much because I thought she had everything, had died just before I gave birth to Rodney in 1943. She was twenty one years old. Mum had lost a younger brother also called Bob. He was the youngest of her family.

We had had some changes in our own family too. Alan, my younger brother had married Mary. I found her very pleasant to get along with. They settled in another suburb in this large town. My sister Alma, now had a son, Steven. They lived not far from Mary and Alan.

Ted was still in the Peace Keeping Force in Germany, so only Brenda remained at home with Mum and Dad but now things were easier. They had moved to the council house in Dalton at last and were pensioners. We would miss the good times we had had at the big old house on the golf links, as we had celebrated each Christmas and Guy Fawkes night there. Mum always cooked a big supper after the fire had died down and the fireworks had all been lit. It was a happy occasion. Dorothy would light heartedly tell our fortunes with the cards. She had a gift for this. She had now seperated from her husband. It had been many years since we had seen her so light-hearted. She shared a place with her daughter, Jeanette, who at twelve was not so small any more.


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