When David and I got married, we had plans to have a dozen children, literally. Over the last nearly thirty years together, we’ve made that goal. I didn’t birth all of them as originally planned, and of those that we conceived, not all of them made it to live here on earth with us. Four are waiting for us in Heaven. We raised four other biological children and had other children pass through our home along the way. We’re soon to have a nearly empty nest, with only our youngest daughter here with us after her big sister goes off to a university and her almost-Irish twin brother goes off with the Marines.
I was the oldest of four children. My mama had me, then my twin brothers, and then my little sister all in a span of two years and eleven months. During her last pregnancy, she babysat one of my cousins as my aunt had her son. That cousin had the chicken pox, so my mama (in her last trimester) had four itchy, scratchy, squally kids to take care of. My little sister never got chicken pox during her childhood like the rest of us. She waited until she was twenty-one years old and pregnant with her own baby girl.
My granny Evelyn Fowler Gunter (daddy’s mama) was pregnant four times: my daddy, my aunt, and my Uncle Bobby Joe who died in Germany while stationed there with the US Army, and a little one that she lost due to a severe trauma to the abdomen.
My grandma Maggie Pressley Spence (mama’s mama) had seven children, six of which made it to adulthood. She had two sons and all the rest were daughters.
One of my great-grandmothers, Annie Black Gunter (also known as Big Mama) had ten babies and raised six of them to adulthood. Another grandma, my third great-grandma, Philadelphia Isabella Evatt Pressley, topped us all. She gave birth to thirteen children! What an exciting household that must have been!
Who was the most prolific in your family? How many children did your parents have? Where are you in the birth order? If you have had children, how many? Do you have grandchildren?