Mother could not have visitors until the day after our new little baby brother was born, and then no one under age 12, so Irv and Helen had to stay home with Florence. Uncle Gay (mother's oldest brother) came to take father, Martha and I to the hospital. We were so excited! Mother was sitting up when we came in and father bent down to kiss her - he was all smiles and concern saying, "Janet dear - how are you - we are all SO happy!" The nurse came in carrying our new little baby brother. I was SO amazed - he was SO tiny, actually a little over 6 pounds! I had never seen a newborn baby before and the nurse let me hold him - a thrilling moment for me! Martha held him too, and I remember her saying, "Hello, I'm your big sister!"
Campbell was beaming!
The nurse then gave the baby to mother and left coming back almost immediately with a cart with papers on it, and said, "Time to get Birth Certificate information!" Martha and I listened as our parents answered all the questions...Names of parents - Campbell and Jeanette Stewart - places of birth, present address, other children, etc...and then the baby's name, and Campbell said, "Donald James Stewart." And so it was done and the nurse said that they would receive a copy in the mail and left. Uncle Gay came in then and there were smiles and congratulations all around.
When we arrived home a couple of hours later there was a brand new English pram delivered from Marshall Fields in the front hall - ready to surprise mother when we brought her home in a few more days - a gift from Campbell. I ran upstairs to use the bathroom and passed by Eric's room - it was empty of all his belongings - just the empty bed and dresser remained. When I went to use the toilet in our lovely lavender tile bathroom he had dumped the contents of his bedside ash tray into the toilet and had not flushed them down and the stubs of his OLD GOLDS were floating in the water! He was gone!
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