Being over-loaded with things to accomplish, needing time to love, adore, share with my daughter and son-in-law, I may again have to skip a few days of writing. Don't despair, I shall return!
It was Christmas Eve, 1924. A baby girl was almost not born. Her umbilical cord was wrapped tightly around her tiny throat. Somehow with magical fingers, and needed knowledge, the doctor managed to save baby, a holiday gift for the waiting family.
As years passed, so many memories remained for Zelda Brotman. Yet at age 50, when her older brother told her he always thought of her as “Zela Bop,” she was puzzled.
He said when people would stop to say ‘hello’ to the cute little red headed kid and ask her name, she couldn’t say it right so out spurted “Zela Bop!”
And Zela Bop she was, until her tongue untwisted.
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