I was born July 9, 1945, in Portland, Oregon. I was actually a few weeks early. In those days, early birth was a real challenge and I was kept in the hospital for a couple extra weeks. The first photos after birth were taken on August 1st.
Then, at one month, one day, the next photo was taken on August 10th.
The day before the photo, the atomic bombing had ended in Japan. And, depending on the historic opinion, V-J day occurred 4 days later.
I honestly don't know how quickly people received world-wide news in those days, so, even though my parents lived in an intense military part of our country on the west coast, they might not have known what was going on.
And then there was "me". Came at a right and wrong and stressful time, both involving family and world-wide history.
Today I was scanning photos from an album Mom had put together back in those "old days", and, when I saw the dates, it jumped in that I could toss the pics and tell people just how important it was to be born at that date and time.
Since salvation, I've grown to not doubt that the Lord's timing for my birth, earlier than doctor and parental expectation, was definitely His choice. And it reminds me often that I had begun my life at what has become one of my main mottoes, buried in my heart by Him:
Right place, Right time.
[AND, this is my first official photographic personality identification.]
[AND, this is my first official photographic personality identification.]
