I’m saying “anxiously”, because at that time our only heating way in the house were terracotta stoves, lit with wood. And from fall until spring the fire would constantly be lit in them, to keep the house warm. Even now I still remember how afraid I was the stork would dump the new baby straight into the burning stove.
I was a kid my parents fed me the story that babies were brought by the stork, much in the same manner that Santa comes to visit – the stork would let the baby down the chimney and that’s how the baby would arrive. When my mother got pregnant with my brother I was 4yo. My brother was born in March, so the leading months before I was anxiously awaiting his arrival.
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