I was born in 1949, the only child of Jack and Joanne (Beard) Sloan. Mom's first cousin, Joyce Koepfer, told of getting to the hospital before my parents. Dad got pulled over for having a headlight out on the car. Once the officer was told that Mom was in labor, he let them go with a warning.
Mom kept the "required" baby books of the time. One had all the prenatal information plus child development after birth by month, then by year. From these books, I've learned a lot. While Mom was in delivery, "Dad spent the intervening time by 'pacing, smoking, worrying'." and his "fellow sufferers were 'Grandma and Grandpa Beard'." Now dads are in the delivery room and the grandparents can be there too!
I arrived at 4:48 a.m. weighing 6 pounds 8 ounces and was 18.5 inches in length. Mom left the hospital on the 6th day. I was given a supplemental formula made with 3 ounces of Pet (evaporated) milk, 7 ounces of water, and 1 tablespoon Karo (syrup). Yeah, that sounds very nutritional. By the end of my first month of life, I was getting 2 ounces of water to 1 tablespoon Similac.
This baby book is so complete, and Mom really filled it out. I know how old I was when I laughed aloud, when I smiled, as sat alone.
At 4.5 months, I had an infection of my chest, throat, and right ear. I was admitted to the hospital where I remained for 11 days. Mom kept the receipts from the hospital where a semi-private room was billed at $8.50 per day. From looking at the receipts, I can determine I got "blood" at $55.00. All the items are in another book and cannot be removed with out damage, so I don't have the entire total for the stay.
Mom kept meticulous records as to my health. At the age of 23 months I had the 14 day measles, "complicated by weakened left ankle. Bandaged for a week, still a slight limp on second birthday." I remember Dad saying he had to carry me as I couldn't walk.
From age two through six, I had the chicken pox, 3-day (German) measles, and mumps. Isn't it wonderful that now our children can be vaccinated and not have to go through the diseases of the 1950s? In the summer of 1962, I had an emergency appendectomy. I remember being so mad that I couldn't watch 77 Sunset Strip and had to go to the hospital instead!
So much for the childhood illnesses. The first real memories were from the house on Lincoln Avenue.