MY BABIES

Ellen is going to be 7o years old in August - "not Ellen, I'm only 65". She started out being the most wonderful baby in the world! She is also the baby who wasn't supposed to live. The doctors thought I had lost the baby but no! I don't seem to remember any horrid nights up. She was born with an extra thumb, it was horrifying to some people but I said that hand will be never covered up, I said no, no, no. Was that the right thing to do? She was my beautiful baby. I had an old fashioned wicker carriage for Ellen. It was very nice. I named Ellen, Ellen because I liked the name and Victoria is my middle name Weston and I mutually agreed on names.

Jean was a gorgeous baby. People would stop us on the street when I had her out in the carriage and they would goo and gah over her. Jean was a regular decent baby. As a little girl she was very social. She would ride her tricycle up to the end of Norton Street to visit people. She was vivacious and smiley and happy. Jean Elizabeth is named after my sister Ruth Elizabeth.

I would take Mary out in her carriage and put her under a tree and leave her there just about all day long. She got a lot of fresh air. After Mary was born I went down cellar and threw my maternity dress in the furnace - I believe the dress was green and I wasn't going to need it any more. I also used to tie Mary to the clothesline when we lived on Merrimack Street. I stayed in the hospital longer than the doctors thought I needed to with Mary. So I stayed and had to make my own bed and other stuff. Mary Evelyn (it was supposed to be just Evlyn) is named for my mother Gladys Evelyn.

I started baby books for all my babies but I don't think I kept them up very well.