Hard to imagine, but yes: I was once a wee bairn. I visited my #3 Ajumma on Thursday night, and she gifted me with a fifty-year-old birth notice that my mother had written out and mailed to relatives, including to Ajumma and her family.
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Ajumma says she's also got notices for my brothers David (43) and Sean (40). Our respective birth weights got progressively heavier: I was 8 pounds on the nose at birth; David was 8 pounds, 10 ounces; Sean was 8 pounds, 10.5 ounces. Good thing Mom stopped at three; I shudder to imagine the birth weight of a fourth child.
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