It was an exciting time. The whole family was talking about it and I
was about to become an uncle. That
status hadn’t sunk in yet, so I wasn’t sure how to react to this new role. Mary and John were going to have a baby!
That meant that Mom would
become a grandma and our Grandma would become a great grandma. The addition of a baby can affect the whole
family. Then I started to wonder what it
would be like to be a grandpa or even a great grandpa. There’s plenty of time to think about that
later. I did want to get married and
have kids.
I hoped Mary’s baby would
arrive before I had to leave for college.
I hadn’t been around little babies, so I looked forward to this big
occasion. Mark Pfaff obliged me and was
born August 6, 1954 in the Miles City hospital.
I don’t imagine my wishes had anything to do with the timing of his
arrival, but I thanked him anyway. When
we visited Mary and Mark in the hospital I was surprised at how small he
looked. John advised me he was going to
grow to be a tall man that could help around the ranch. You could tell John was proud of his new Son. He was right too, as Mark grew to be a tall
fellow and is running the ranch now.
*Taken from "Which Road Should I Follow?, Volume 1, Growing up in the country", an autobiography by Edwin K. Hill.
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