September Morning

This is September, the month my baby sister was born. I can still recall that night, We lived in Slabtown, I was 5 years old. When my Dad had somewhere to go dressed up, he wore kacki pants and a light print shirt, and his hat. My Daddy had black, black hair, that he wore combed back. Well that september he had somewhere important to go. My mom was giving birth to her last child. Bet she was breathing a sigh of relief when the Dr said that had to be the last.
On this paticular night in September, someone opened the door when Daddy came home, I am not sure if it was Grandma Brown or Aunt Lucille, (my Moms sister), but someone had taken care of us. Daddy was standing there with a big smile on his face and telling us we had a new sister. I recall him being so happy. Daddy had been with Mama until the time of delivery, a new thing in 1951, He was very funny and often embarrassed my Mom with his tales of that birth. JEANETTE was born c-section , I was kind of designated to take care of her. I am not sure why, I think being 5 years older, and loving her so much was one of the reasons. When my Daddy died I was the one in school to pick her up and hold her as she cried, The school nurse told me to put her down, I did so begrudgingly.
When she began sleeping away from Mama she slept with me, We had two beds in the girls room and Jeanette and I were the small ones in the family. Rosie and Lou got a big bed, we had a twin size. When her bath had to be ran and her elbows scrubbed I did it. I do not recall being upset at all about the chore, It was just my job. A few years ago she told me I was the only one that did not gripe when I had to give her a bath. I recall Mama saying scrub her elbows and knees, they are rusty. Rusty being tan. Jeanette and I both got tan in the summer. But hers was deeper or more rusty looking.
As I said this is Jeanettes birth month. I hope she has a happy birthday but every day is just what we make it. She will always be my baby sister and I do miss my family some time, but not often enough to want to go back. I tell each of them when they call, I am not planning any more trips to Arkansas, "I have spent 39 years traveling and I can count on one hand the time you came to see me, so if you want to see me again it has to be at my house." Each say they understand, but no one comes. By each I mean Rosie and Roy, LOL and I have 4 more siblings, They just dont say. LOL