He was young by some standards ,
33 and his wife 23, she sedated for birth, his whiskey at home 7 miles away
But the stonewall tavern and art department office just a mile from hospital
I don't know what he did how he spent that day prior, how he paced
Or did sketches or whether he spoke to his sister betty her 3 boys all out of diapers mostly
I'll maybe never know
I have some few photos of soon after my birth, stories from her perspective
His take on it who knows
His father Dean visited our home
Drove from Austin
I guess by himself 1967 my mom's mom was there too, those photos are among my favorites
Dorothy and Dean Senior
Holding baby me, Dean born in 1884
My ancient grandfather from apache land
My grandma Champlin from Enid
Niece to Oil but down to earth smarts
Tiny me
Burned arm from grabbing mom's coffee
I sported that scar my right arm past fifth grade until hair came in.
Good sport
I know dad was proud
He was always proud of me
Other than puking in front of Dorothy when I came home drunk
1984, they made me quit my busboy job
I worked at IGA grocery bagging food
I could easily borrow cases of beer
It wasn't such a radical departure
from 2 years at the steak house
Dad was always proud of me best tennis player my age, good grades, girlfriends lots of friends, friendly to his friends. A good reflection on his fathering and genes and name.
What did he do awaiting my birth
If he's not busy these days
I should go ask.
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What was Dean Sr. doing Pomona California in 1934 while dad was born
He was 50 I used to think that was ancient
For becoming a father I suppose
Pacing, coming up with a name
For his son
He'd been married before but dean was deans last son
Black coffee he didn't smoke
Hydrologist knew water
It breaks then she takes off her apron
They drive to the hospital
Take a nap around Time magazine
More Life magazine coffee 1934
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What was Freeman doing in Kingston New Mexico when he was born
Hiding under the house
As Apache raided town
The first white child born in the mining town
1882 there was no hospital
There wasn't much house
Houses if not that day
We're burnt in months to come
Gotta wind grandfather clock
Still miners came, mark twain came, ed doheny was dirt poor there, jesse james
Grandpa Dean was born under siege
If not the very moment
In his first weeks of birth they did hide
As the owners came thru said who the hell are you in our woods by our creek on our mountain
Try a sedative for that
His infant cries of birth must have echoes for miles welcoming apache that hunted there for centuries, centuries, centuries, and centuries
It's not silver lining or embellished
Centuries of primal existence
No epidural is gonna work
Pain accompanies life, birth springs and carries pain and placer gold
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Freeman was born too 1832
Conesville New York
That guy York wasn't there to help much, across the pond dead
His daddy's daddy's daddy dad took it from the dutch who took it from mohawk who took it from nature and were birthed by nature
Past is prologue
Throw another stump on the fire
I'm going to check on how the spaceship core is doing
The fremen gather the water
The oligarchs are raiding the nursery again for eggs, go hide
It's Time she says
It sounds familiar
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