July 30th was a hot day in 1958, peaches were in season and ready for canning. The closest hospital was likely 15-20 miles from the Beckner farm on Wolf Creek, also known as Grapefield, Va. It’s safe to say that trek felt much longer on a dirt mountain road, under construction in a work truck.
A young mother, just 19 years old, was 8 months pregnant, and there was no home or vehicle air conditioning. Canning peaches was hot work and eating them gave a bit enjoyment during the process. As day turned into night, the young mother began to feel pain she was not expecting, and my soon to be grandfather was summoned to drive his dump lift truck through the valley and across the mountain to Tazewell, Va barely making it in time as they reached Jeffersonville hospital. A risky delivery during those days at one month premature, but all turned out well. A tiny little girl made her way into the world, anxiously crying for warmth and comfort.
On this birthday, I give thanks to God for the full moon, and safe travel over the winding mountain road to make a dark night, a bit brighter for traveling. I thank Him for a birth without complications. I am also thankful for that young mother I call mama (Bobbie Sue) for carrying me and suffering through childbirth, and watching over me as I grew.
I am also grateful for the friends I have made in so many places throughout the years during the many times I have moved, (roughly 36 X to date) most of these times during my younger years. Some of these friends I’ve lost touch with, but they remain in my heart as a pleasant memory. Family and friends who love and remember us are the greatest treasure, and those memories are the only thing I will take with me when I am no longer here.
Thank you for being a part of my Journey 
, and thank you for taking a minute out of your day to stop by and say Hello.
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