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HelpRe: CN's Historical Congrats Round 4
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LN: Jessup
DH: Wheeler Golden (41) [1874]
DW: Sarah Gertrude [Loveday] (33) [1883]
DS: William Clyde "Bill" (15) [1900]
DD: Hazel Geraldine (14) [1901]
DD: Flora Agnes (12) [1903]
DS: Francis Washington "Frank" / Ulysses Bruno "Uly" (10) [1905]
DS: Hiram Constantine (9) [1906]
DD: Bernadette Zelma "Birdie" (8) [1907]
DD/DS: Filomena Gertrude / Felix Wheeler [1910] (5)
DS: Ferdinand Loveday (3) [1913]
DS/DD/DD: Clement Golden / Cordelia Gertrude / Mabel Hildegard (0) [1915]
Wheeler, Sarah, Hazel, Flora, Frank, Uly, Hiram, Birdie, Fillie, Felix, Ferdie, Clem, Cordie, Mabey
"Well, shoot," mumbled Wheeler.
"I told you there was three of 'em, Wheeler," said Sarah, scowling.
"That makes how many?" said Wheeler. "At least ten."
"More than ten," said Sarah. "And they're all still alive, Wheeler."
"Well, that's good."
"Yeah. But it means we got too many mouths to feed." The babies wailed and whined. "I only got two tits, Wheeler."
"Dunno what you keep sayin' Wheeler fer, Sallie."
"You don't listen 'less I'm sayin' yer name."
Wheeler was holding one of the baby girls. He looked down at her, the puffy cheeks and scrunched up eyes - all too familiar. It was probably more than ten. "Well, I guess we should name 'em," he said. "How bout, Freda, Freddie, and Fr.. Fraydean..."
"No more damn F names," Sarah said. "I'm gonna let my girls name 'em."
"Oh," said Wheeler. "Why not the boys?"
"Because they'd name 'em all F names, like you."
Wheeler frowned and looked at the little girl in his arms. "Fraydeena," he tried out. "Faydina. Fay."
"Cut it out, Wheeler," said Sarah.
"Hazel," said Bill, stepping into the stables.
Hazel was annoyed. She was reading to Ferdinand and didn't like to be interrupted. "What?"
"Did ya hear?"
"Hear what?"
"Momma had her babies. Three of 'em."
Hazel's jaw dropped. "Three?"
Bill nodded. "Two girls 'n' a boy."
"Oh my God," Hazel said.
"Get ready to get real busy," Bill said grimly.
"You boys are gonna have to start helpin' out," said Hazel. "Here, you take Ferdy." She lifted up the toddler towards her older brother.
Bill stepped back and held his hands out, palms outward. "No ma'am, I'm not takin' nobody," he said. "I can't take care of no babies."
"Ferdie's smart," Hazel said. "You just have to make sure he don't get into dangerous sittyations."
"Like what?"
"Like settin' the barn on fire."
Bill scowled and turned around. "You shut up," he called behind him, leaving. "That was years ago."
"So make sure Ferdie doesn't do things like that!" Hazel called after him, pleased with herself. Ferdinand grabbed at the book, and Hazel kept reading.
Flora and Birdie were picking apples and inspecting them for worms. Birdie paused for a while and watched the drive. "What's happening?" asked Flora.
"Momma's home," said Birdie.
"D'you know she's got three babies?" said Flora, picking a worm off one and squinting at it.
"Mm-hmm."
Plunk, the apple into the basket. "Well, you gonna go see her?"
"Not yet." Birdie picked another apple.
They picked for a while. "Three babies," said Birdie.
"Yup."
"That's one for you, me, 'n' Hazel.
Flora paused and thought. "Well, gee, I guess so," she said. "I guess you're old enough to help watch the babies too."
Birdie didn't say anything, but felt warm satisfaction. She wanted to watch her own baby. Now, with so many youngins in the house, she'd get the chance.
DH: Wheeler Golden (41) [1874]
DW: Sarah Gertrude [Loveday] (33) [1883]
DS: William Clyde "Bill" (15) [1900]
DD: Hazel Geraldine (14) [1901]
DD: Flora Agnes (12) [1903]
DS: Francis Washington "Frank" / Ulysses Bruno "Uly" (10) [1905]
DS: Hiram Constantine (9) [1906]
DD: Bernadette Zelma "Birdie" (8) [1907]
DD/DS: Filomena Gertrude / Felix Wheeler [1910] (5)
DS: Ferdinand Loveday (3) [1913]
DS/DD/DD: Clement Golden / Cordelia Gertrude / Mabel Hildegard (0) [1915]
Wheeler, Sarah, Hazel, Flora, Frank, Uly, Hiram, Birdie, Fillie, Felix, Ferdie, Clem, Cordie, Mabey
"Well, shoot," mumbled Wheeler.
"I told you there was three of 'em, Wheeler," said Sarah, scowling.
"That makes how many?" said Wheeler. "At least ten."
"More than ten," said Sarah. "And they're all still alive, Wheeler."
"Well, that's good."
"Yeah. But it means we got too many mouths to feed." The babies wailed and whined. "I only got two tits, Wheeler."
"Dunno what you keep sayin' Wheeler fer, Sallie."
"You don't listen 'less I'm sayin' yer name."
Wheeler was holding one of the baby girls. He looked down at her, the puffy cheeks and scrunched up eyes - all too familiar. It was probably more than ten. "Well, I guess we should name 'em," he said. "How bout, Freda, Freddie, and Fr.. Fraydean..."
"No more damn F names," Sarah said. "I'm gonna let my girls name 'em."
"Oh," said Wheeler. "Why not the boys?"
"Because they'd name 'em all F names, like you."
Wheeler frowned and looked at the little girl in his arms. "Fraydeena," he tried out. "Faydina. Fay."
"Cut it out, Wheeler," said Sarah.
"Hazel," said Bill, stepping into the stables.
Hazel was annoyed. She was reading to Ferdinand and didn't like to be interrupted. "What?"
"Did ya hear?"
"Hear what?"
"Momma had her babies. Three of 'em."
Hazel's jaw dropped. "Three?"
Bill nodded. "Two girls 'n' a boy."
"Oh my God," Hazel said.
"Get ready to get real busy," Bill said grimly.
"You boys are gonna have to start helpin' out," said Hazel. "Here, you take Ferdy." She lifted up the toddler towards her older brother.
Bill stepped back and held his hands out, palms outward. "No ma'am, I'm not takin' nobody," he said. "I can't take care of no babies."
"Ferdie's smart," Hazel said. "You just have to make sure he don't get into dangerous sittyations."
"Like what?"
"Like settin' the barn on fire."
Bill scowled and turned around. "You shut up," he called behind him, leaving. "That was years ago."
"So make sure Ferdie doesn't do things like that!" Hazel called after him, pleased with herself. Ferdinand grabbed at the book, and Hazel kept reading.
Flora and Birdie were picking apples and inspecting them for worms. Birdie paused for a while and watched the drive. "What's happening?" asked Flora.
"Momma's home," said Birdie.
"D'you know she's got three babies?" said Flora, picking a worm off one and squinting at it.
"Mm-hmm."
Plunk, the apple into the basket. "Well, you gonna go see her?"
"Not yet." Birdie picked another apple.
They picked for a while. "Three babies," said Birdie.
"Yup."
"That's one for you, me, 'n' Hazel.
Flora paused and thought. "Well, gee, I guess so," she said. "I guess you're old enough to help watch the babies too."
Birdie didn't say anything, but felt warm satisfaction. She wanted to watch her own baby. Now, with so many youngins in the house, she'd get the chance.
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