Ian Is Born
Once we had moved in and lived at the farm for a while, Lynn became pregnant again. Our friend from the hospital, Joe, again supplied us with first aid, medical supplies for the birth. Yes, Mom was furious again that I was to deliver another baby at home. Again, Lynn insisted. But this time, a couple of our friends were with us, but downstairs while we delivered our new son, Ian Scott. Lynn and I collaborated on the name this time.
Unlike Kristen, Ian shot out, and I was barely able to catch him. A slightly shaky start, but it all worked out in the end. His birth was in the spring of 1975, April. It was dark outside, and I can’t remember if it was early morning or late evening. Ian was a blonde, not a redhead like Kristen and his mother. His hair was straight when it came in a couple of months after his birth. He was not a fussy child, always seemed laid-back. Nothing seemed to bother him.
Life on the farm went back to ‘normal’, pretty much. I finished my apprenticeship shortly after Ian’s birth, and received a bit of a raise as a newly minted Journeyman Machinist. Lynn, on the other hand, became more obsessed, if that’s possible, with twig meetings and trying to get more involved with (read: move up in the hierarchy of) the ministry. I started going to Judo twice a week, which I hadn’t done in years, and as a result, I missed even more twig meetings.
To be Continued
–LE
CynOp 
9 responses to “Lynn – Part 7 – Ian is Born – Memoir Continued”
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Well, another child…a blond. I was a redhead, my husband’s was brown, and we had a blond son. As Son grew older, his hair turned brown, though not as dark as his dad’s. Most of my many nieces and nephews started life having blond hair that gradually darkened to light brown.
Many years ago, I knew a couple that divorced a few years after the wife got mixed up in a weird religious sect. I think she ended up marrying the head of the church. Humm… 😏
Kat
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Kat! I’m pleased to hear from you…; -) No, she didn’t go that route; I think her’s is even more bizarre. That will come out soon…; -)
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I set up a WordPress account just to use for reading and commenting—no blog. I did “not go gentle into that good night”, as Dylan Thomas wrote. 😊 I’m not in the right frame of mind right now to keep up with my own blog, but I still want to read yours.
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Thank you, Kat… I appreciate that. I have enjoyed our commenting ‘conversations’. I hope that you will eventually return to posting more of your very imaginative stories, poems, and painting…; -)
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I’m probably going to take a very long break, but I do hope to return eventually. On a public forum like WordPress, I won’t go into what’s going on in my private life that has me feeling like pulling my hair out at times and howling at the moon in frustration. There’s an old Southern saying—a lady doesn’t air her dirty linen in public, and I try to stick to that. 💙
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I do understand. I certainly won’t pry. I suppose you could say that I’m airing most of my dirty linen in the memoir. but I’m keeping a lot back, too. The blog is like a pre-screening before publishing for my family…; -)
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Thanks for understanding. Maybe someday I’ll tell you, but it would be through email.
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Agreed… whenever you’re ready – if ever…; -)
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