....my earliest memory I was about 3 1/2 years old living in McCalister, Oklahoma. My mom was at the hospital giving birth to my sister. My grandmother, Clara Whitlock, was staying home with me, as I had a cold.
She gave me a big spoon full of Sorghum Molasses every day as a home remedy. I loved that stuff and would sneak an extra swig if it was left on the lower shelves of the refrigerator.
I remember going to the hospital to bring my sister home in a 1950 Ford. I sat in the back seat and my sister, Sharon Kay Whitlock (before we were adopted and changed our last name to Welton), was on a pillow on my lap.
This was before baby seats and seat belts. Everybody lived.
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