I was born on July 27, 1943. My father was off in the war and my mother went into labor and her parents took her to St. Mary’s Hospital.
The storm was raging and the lights went out so they moved her (while in heavy labor) to John Sealy (the University of Texas Medical Branch).
There I was delivered while the doctors stood in ankle deep water. The wind had blown the windows out.
After the delivery, I went home and there was no electricity and my mother could not breast feed. The milk had to be bought and kept on ice. My grandfather had to stand in line at the icehouse for hours to get enough ice to cool my milk.
I guess today things like this would have never happen, but I’m sure it was quite a struggle back then.
Of course this is the version I have been told over the years. Right after that, my father was killed in the war and my mom was left alone to raise me.
