It was July 1, 1937, in a house on North Purdum Street, and the ones in the home were waiting for the cries of a newborn baby in the family.
Those in the house were members of the Day family, and two brothers were sitting in the next room while their mother was giving birth to another child, who would be loved by the mother and father till the end of time. The father waited until he was called in to help with the delivery.
In this family, brothers and sisters got their call Home early. Brothers Ernest and Robert were the only ones left to greet this new child into the family. Suddenly, there was a cry from the bedroom, and the father came out and said, “It’s a boy.”
That new born child was me, Raymond, and I started my time here on earth with a family who loved each other and would until they made the journey Home. Margaret Lois, Betty Lou, Christine Maxine, Everett and Walter Clyde had spent a little time in the family before passing on, and only Ernie and Bob were there to greet me on my first day on earth. Later on, our mother gave birth to six more babies: Deloris, Mary, Neva, Wanda, Russell and John.
God sent all these new gifts to our mother and father, Roscoe and Lucille Day. As the five who passed on before my birth, three more have gotten their call Home; only two girls and two boys remain. God had given many gifts to our family, and he reserved the right to recall them when it was time to leave here and go Home.
Our brothers and sisters all had their own families to care for, and as time goes on so does the sending of new souls to those families to love and to cherish. In my own family, Ramona and I had two daughters, Deborah Loretta and Patricia Ann. Debby is still with us, but Patty was called Home at the age of 34; she had two children, Amanda and Matthew who, once grown up, were given gifts from God that were Evan and Audrey, born to Amanda and Mark, and Braylen, born to Matt and Asby.