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Showing posts with label Jensen John III. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jensen John III. Show all posts
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Reunion - The Arrivals
The day finally arrived. On Friday, February 14, the Jensen Family began to arrive in Natchez, Mississippi.
John was the first to arrive, flying in from Annapolis, Maryland. I picked him up in the morning at the Jackson, Mississippi Airport. He stayed in the Angel Room at Chez Casey.
The second to arrive, also from Annapolis, were Paul and Lucy and their offspring, Katie, Alex, and Cameron - and Dax. They flew into Jackson and rented a car for the drive to Natchez - saving me from another 4-5 hour trip to Jackson and back. They all stayed at Chez Casey: Paul, Lucy, and Cameron in the Rose Room, Katie and Alex in the Garden Room, and Dax in the Magnolia Room.
Howard, Lori, Emily, and Mallori drove in from Lafayette, Louisiana - the shortest trip made. They stayed at the Eola Hotel, a little over a block down Pearl Street from Chez Casey.
I sweet talked (conned) John into driving to Jackson to pick up Carlea who came from New York. She stayed with her father in the Angel Room at Chez Casey.
Scott, Halane, Adele, and Maple were the last to arrive and made the longest trip by far - all the way from Vienna, Austria. They arrived at the Baton Rouge, Louisiana Airport and rented a car. Although Maple looks wide awake, you can tell Scott and Halane had not had much sleep in the past 48 hours. They stayed a block down Washington Street in a cottage which is part of the Wensel House Bed and Breakfast.
John was the first to arrive, flying in from Annapolis, Maryland. I picked him up in the morning at the Jackson, Mississippi Airport. He stayed in the Angel Room at Chez Casey.
The second to arrive, also from Annapolis, were Paul and Lucy and their offspring, Katie, Alex, and Cameron - and Dax. They flew into Jackson and rented a car for the drive to Natchez - saving me from another 4-5 hour trip to Jackson and back. They all stayed at Chez Casey: Paul, Lucy, and Cameron in the Rose Room, Katie and Alex in the Garden Room, and Dax in the Magnolia Room.
Howard, Lori, Emily, and Mallori drove in from Lafayette, Louisiana - the shortest trip made. They stayed at the Eola Hotel, a little over a block down Pearl Street from Chez Casey.
I sweet talked (conned) John into driving to Jackson to pick up Carlea who came from New York. She stayed with her father in the Angel Room at Chez Casey.
Scott, Halane, Adele, and Maple were the last to arrive and made the longest trip by far - all the way from Vienna, Austria. They arrived at the Baton Rouge, Louisiana Airport and rented a car. Although Maple looks wide awake, you can tell Scott and Halane had not had much sleep in the past 48 hours. They stayed a block down Washington Street in a cottage which is part of the Wensel House Bed and Breakfast.Thursday, September 07, 2006
John's Birth Day
My brother John Alexander Jensen III, as he said in the previous post, was born in Franklin on June 1 1947, when I was four years old. As with my birth, my mother was staying with her parents again.
I called my grandfather Honey, because that's what my grandmother called him, and I thought that was his name. He was thereafter called Honey by all his grandchildren - and he was a Honey. He was so sweet and kind and calming. However, we called my grandmother "Grandmother", which also seemed appropriate. She was definitely the dominant, authoritarian one.
When John was born, Honey was working at the St Mary's Coop sugar cane factory, halfway between Jeanerette and Franklin, and they were living in Jeanerette. The closest "hospital" was the clinic in Franklin. I'm sure Mother was glad to have a medical facility for her second delivery.
Grandmother went with Mother to the clinic, and Honey was in charge of me. He was driving me and a little boy friend of mine to Franklin to visit Mother. The two of us were in the back seat playing. This was way before child seats or even seat belts. Somehow I hit the door handle and fell out of the car, but Honey didn't notice. For one thing, he always kept his eyes on the road, and I'm sure our rambunctiousness didn't bother him at all. There was, of course, no air conditioning, and all the windows were open, so I guess he didn't know the back door was open. The little boy stuttered, and under the stress he was unable to talk. He just kept making noises, and finally, several miles down the road, Honey looked around. I'm not sure how I got to the clinic, but I think Honey just picked me up and drove me there.
There was only one doctor at the clinic, and he was called away from Mother to take care of me. They didn't tell Mother what had happened because they didn't want to upset her. However, she kept saying she heard her baby crying - the clinic was very small, so she undoubtedly could hear me - but they told her it was another child.
I guess the doctor was worried about me. They thought I might have had a concussion, and I was covered with blood. It turned out that all that was wrong with me was that I was covered with brush burns. However, the doctor never got back to Mother, and she had to deliver another child without a doctor. I guess Grandmother was getting pretty good at assisting with childbirth by then.
John has always said that I stole all the attention away from him on the day he was born - and I never stopped.
I called my grandfather Honey, because that's what my grandmother called him, and I thought that was his name. He was thereafter called Honey by all his grandchildren - and he was a Honey. He was so sweet and kind and calming. However, we called my grandmother "Grandmother", which also seemed appropriate. She was definitely the dominant, authoritarian one.
When John was born, Honey was working at the St Mary's Coop sugar cane factory, halfway between Jeanerette and Franklin, and they were living in Jeanerette. The closest "hospital" was the clinic in Franklin. I'm sure Mother was glad to have a medical facility for her second delivery.
Grandmother went with Mother to the clinic, and Honey was in charge of me. He was driving me and a little boy friend of mine to Franklin to visit Mother. The two of us were in the back seat playing. This was way before child seats or even seat belts. Somehow I hit the door handle and fell out of the car, but Honey didn't notice. For one thing, he always kept his eyes on the road, and I'm sure our rambunctiousness didn't bother him at all. There was, of course, no air conditioning, and all the windows were open, so I guess he didn't know the back door was open. The little boy stuttered, and under the stress he was unable to talk. He just kept making noises, and finally, several miles down the road, Honey looked around. I'm not sure how I got to the clinic, but I think Honey just picked me up and drove me there.
There was only one doctor at the clinic, and he was called away from Mother to take care of me. They didn't tell Mother what had happened because they didn't want to upset her. However, she kept saying she heard her baby crying - the clinic was very small, so she undoubtedly could hear me - but they told her it was another child.
I guess the doctor was worried about me. They thought I might have had a concussion, and I was covered with blood. It turned out that all that was wrong with me was that I was covered with brush burns. However, the doctor never got back to Mother, and she had to deliver another child without a doctor. I guess Grandmother was getting pretty good at assisting with childbirth by then.
John has always said that I stole all the attention away from him on the day he was born - and I never stopped.
Born in Franklin
I was born in Franklin, Louisiana on a bright sunny summer day, just around noon. You could throw a rock from the little clinic where I was born and land it in the Bayou Teche, so by that test you could say I have some claim on Cajun heritage. But I don't claim it.
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