Sometimes you just gotta know.

You know how you know how you got here, but you don't want to really think about your parents doing the deed?  Well, my parents just HAD to tell me the whole story some years ago.  It was a really big deal for both of them because of what happened when they got married.
July 13th in 1957, Mom and Dad got married at St. James Church.  Dad finished his service in the military, and had a job, well, he actually had 2.  One was with the phone company, the other shoveling coal into the street's furnace on Fisher Court, where their apartment was.  Mom was working for Manning, Maxwell and Moore as a secretary.  Her parents came up for the wedding, from Florida, and his parents were there, too. The Raven was the site of the reception - it burned down back in 1979 or 1980.  We were going to put a deposit on it when we got word it was gone.
It was a big wedding - with 6 attendants on each side - white tuxes for the guys, tea gowns for the girls.  Mom was not yet 20, Dad was 22.  They both remember lots of drunkenness, but Mom didn't drink at all that day.  Turns out her gallbladder was loaded with gravel and big stones.  Everyone told her is was just her nerves.
Driving to Florida, for their honeymoon, there was no true fun for them.  Mom was laying down, flat on the back seat, in agony.  Dad drove like a bat out of hell (no I really don't know what that means, but felt like it went there), and made it to a Seventh Day Adventist Hospital over the border in Florida.  By this time, Mom was yellow (hepatitis), and not really awake at all.
After emergency surgery, it was about 2 weeks before she was well enough to be discharged.  By this time, their vacation time was over, and they had to "fly" on the road back to Connecticut to go back to work.
No sex.
Between work and setting up housekeeping, and healing incisions, that little item was off the table for awhile. Finally, over the holiday season (November-December), Mom got rip roaring drunk, and Dad got, as they say, Lucky.  As my birthday is August 25th, 1958, I'm guessing it was somewhere around Turkey Day.
At least, that's what they both claim.

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