And so there’s Virginia, my mother, at age 18 or 17. Something like that. [Shows photograph.]
[Someone Else]: Nineteen?
Nineteen? This is her, yes. Pretty, wasn’t she?
So they—my mother Virginia White Duncan—they were twelve years separated in age. When I was born, she was forty years old. I was sort of unexpected. In fact the doctor had told her that I would not, that she would not have any more children. I’m not sure what I am. [Laughter].
[Someone Else]: You kinda opened yourself up there for suggestions.
Right. I was born and I was born by cesarean, which is something. . . .
[Someone Else]: Are you saying you’re from the Dark Ages?
[Kimberly]: Emperor of Rome is what he’s trying to suggest.
Cesarean was first done, or at least historically, by Caesar or his mother’s doctor. Or somebody.
[Somebody Else]: Are you making this up?
No. No. No. That’s true. That’s why it’s called a Caesar.
Anyway, I was the last of six of Virginia’s children.
[Heidi]: Virginia was told at the beginning that shouldn’t have kids, right? And then she just kept having them?
[Other Voices]: I don’t remember hearing that.
[Heidi]: Am I wrong in that or was it just you?
She never told me that, but I should never have—she just told me I should never have been born.
story told by Steve to the family reunion gathering on January 10, 2014; recorded and transcribed by Dawn [Steve’s daughter]
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