Hi everybody. Since I am new around here, let me introduce myself. I am the feet in the middle of the picture on the left. What do ya think? You probably have never seen anything like this on “the Chronicles” before. Let me explain. I have a name to attach to those feet you are looking at and it is Carver McLin Pank. You are probably saying at this point, “so what?”. Well, my Great Grandad or as he likes me to call him, “Granddad the Great”, writes regularly on the Chronicles and since he talks so much about it, the FGHS Alumni Association, and Marshall University, I asked him if I could give it a try. He said, “sure, give it your best shot”. He loves me so much and as a result he is pretty easy, so I probably should have gone for a new pedal car, bike, or maybe a life time pass to Toys R Us while I was asking. It’s not to late though, there will be other opportunities. Let me tell you a little bit about my life so far. It has been pretty short so far but really eventful.
It all started about ten months ago in my mommy’s tummy. I am not sure just how all that works, but I know that there was God and a bunch of angels that had a hand in getting me where I am today. I just sort of casually hung around there with not much to do but just grow some and stay healthy. I know that I had angels visit me often and I am sure God kept an eye on my welfare. Every now and then I could hear voices and they would be talking about me, and occasionally I would give my Mommy a little kick just to remind her that “hey, I am still here and doing ok”. There wasn’t much else to do but kick occasionally and catch some zzz’s. They found out pretty early that I was a boy, but heck, I knew that all along.
Every now and then I would go to the doctor with my Mommy. Like I had a choice? The doctor would listen to my heart and do other stuff like take pictures, they were called a long name that I can’t pronounce yet, and check Mommy to make sure she was healthy. My Mommy even asked the doctor once if she could go to Disney World. The doctor said sure but you can’t ride roller coasters and those scary rides. Sure enough, we (my Dad, two of my grandparents, and my Grandad the Great) and my Mommy of course, got on a plane and simply flew down there for a whole week. WOW! the plane ride was so exciting. I heard a lot of talk about the exciting rides while we were at Disney World and really wanted to ride some, but the doctor had said no, so I guess I will have to wait until next time. My Grandad the Great said that this trip was on his bucket list and I haven’t found out what that means yet, but I am sure that he will tell me sometime. He tells me lots of things but mostly how much he loves me.
After coming back from Disney, it was time to celebrate something called Thanksgiving. I thought it was all about me, but found out that it was all about when the Pilgrims came to our country, eating turkey, and pumpkin pie. This is all a little confusing to me but I am sure that I will figure out what it is all about someday. I know it is a day for visiting and for my Mommy and Dad to do a lot of eating and stuff like that. I know we did a lot of travelling and visiting family during that week. Phew! even I got tired and I really didn’t have to do anything other than just go where my Mommy went.
Along about this time I began to hear a lot of conversation about when is the baby due, do you think he will be on time, who do you think he will look like, are you feeling well, and stuff like that. I even heard the word hospital a few times. I began to think what is all this chatter about? But, being a bit lazy and laid back I didn’t pay a lot of attention to it. One morning I awakened to my Mommy and Dad going out to breakfast and they talked about going to the hospital. There was that word “hospital” again. Maybe it meant we were going for ice cream or some special treat that my Mom likes after breakfast. Sounded like a good idea to me. Maybe it meant that since this was December 22 that we were going Christmas shopping. I know Christmas had something to do with God, so it had to be good.
Suddenly, late that afternoon, my Mom and Dad loaded a bag in the car and we went for a ride. The word hospital came up again and I thought, “this is it, we really are going for ice cream this time”, but no, that didn’t happen. We ended up at this big building, and the next thing I knew we were in a room and my Mommy was lying down and being hooked up to all sorts of wires and stuff and they even were listening to my hear beat. I know that two of my grandmothers, my aunt, and my Daddy were there in the room with us. I thought, WOW! why all of the attention? All of this and still no ice cream. I am beginning to think that there is more to this thing than I had first thought.
It is now Friday, December 23 and now I know something strange is going on. Two more of my granddads plus Grandad the Great arrived and they all gathered in Mommys room. Later on that day the florist brought flowers and there are other little gifts around so it is really beginning to look like some event is about to happen and from all of the attention I began to suspect it involves Mommy and me. My goodness, are we about to be on TV, because there are a lot of little TVs hooked up to the ends of the wires and stuff with little lines moving up and down their screens and beeping going on plus nurses coming in real often and checking stuff and using words that I havent heard before. I do believe that something exciting is about to happen. It is becoming a little difficult for me to catch up on my sleep so I am thinking maybe I just should get out of here and go somewhere and lie down for a while.
Some of the talk that I hear says something about 9 PM and some other stuff that I don’t understand. Sure enough some people who I had not seen before show up and take my Mommy and me out of our room and down the hall, bed and all. Maybe this is the trip to get ice cream. We are wheeled in a room with bright lights and a lot of people walking around with funny clothes on and masks over their faces. Definitely not an ice cream store, but more like a western movie with outlaws and stuff. I knew it, we really are going to be in a movie, but about that time my Dad walks in with all of these funny clothes and a mask on so I know it is not a movie because he wouldn’t be an outlaw. He would be one of the good guys, and then all of the masked people got busy and went to work.
Now all of a sudden these bright lights came on and somebody was picking me up and holding me. And then I saw her. My MOMMY! How did I know? Hey, I didn’t just spend nine months getting stupid. And there was my Dad. How did I know that? Well, because I was instantly in love with him, so it had to be. Then they gave me to my Mommy and it was the greatest feeling in my whole short life. She held me and I could tell that she really loved me and that this was one relationship I was really going to like.
Shortly thereafter we were in the bed with wheels and heading back down the hallway for our room. And then we passed this group of people and they were all smiling and some with little tears of happiness. I knew that this must be my grandparents and aunt that I had heard in our room earlier. I knew one of them was my Grandad the Great because he had a beard and looked just SLIGHTLY older that the others. I could tell that all of them were just dying to get their hands on me, but first I had to go to our room and have my first real meal. You would think that for your first real meal they might give you a little steak or something and at the very least some ICE CREAM. But no, just some milk. But it was special and so good and I am thinking that if I had know that it was like this out here, I might have shown up a little earlier.
Ok, everybody, take a look on the left. That is ME! If I had known I was going to be a featured picture, I might have dressed a little differently but since I was only a couple of hours old this will have to do, plus it was Christmas eve already and as you can see I am trying to get some sleep so I can enjoy Santa’s visit. I am told that he will be here later tonight and I am looking forward to a stack of toys. Maybe, ice cream. Really though, I already have my Christmas gift. It is a loving family and a Mommy and Dad and Jesus that saw me through all of the difficulties of just getting here. I am a little embarrassed at not having a shirt on but since I am a boy, that’s ok, boys can do that. I am going to get to cuddle some with my Mom today and she is going to feed me more milk. I have a feeling that I am going to see a lot of milk over the next few months but she says that will make me grow. Hey, I am pretty good-sized already. Twenty two inches tall. I will be a great 6’5″ basketball guard at the University of Kentucky when I really grow up. If Kentucky doesn’t want me, my Granddad the Great says he knows some people at Marshall and they would be happy to get me. we’ll see.
Here I am again folks. I am four weeks (if you are counting on your fingers as I do) that is four fingers. I finally got home from the hospital on the day after Christmas and as you can see I got some cool clothes. Christmas in the hospital is a “bummer’, no ice cream but plenty of milk. That seems as if that is all I eat now. Is there a milk surplus or something, anybody heard anything about that? It must be good for me because I am totally outgrowing my clothes but my Mommy likes to shop and I will be cool in that area. I found out when I got home that I have a couple of buddies living with us. My dogs. One is Zep and he is a big fan of mine. He likes to kiss my ear every now and then. It tickles. My other dog is named Fergie and she can be a bit cranky at times. She likes me also and kisses my ear when Zep does. Like me, they do a lot of sleeping doing the day. I guess that is why when things are going well and laid back, that they call it “living the dog’s life”.
Ok, here I am again. Doing my second favorite thing, sleeping. My Granddad the Great visited me last week and spent a lot of time holding me, feeding me, and burping me. He says that next visit he will learn to change my diapers. I can hardly wait. I will have a little surprise for him. I am a little to small for underwear but that is probably going to be my next goal in life. He says some funny things. I do admit to an occasional gas problem, you know what I mean. When he holds me and I turn red and shut my eyes and grunt a bit, he always says, “go ahead and let her rip”. Funny, but it does make sense and I always feel better afterward.
Well everybody, you have met me and I hope someday that I can meet all of my Grandad the Great’s friends. He really likes you guys a lot. I may even get something orange and black (FGHS) and I already have some Marshall green socks. If I have seemed a little vain in my writing it just because I am so happy to be here. Untill another time, GO HERD>