Surprise, Surprise

Hello Dear Reader,
The family was filled with mixed emotions as we prepared for England. Grandma (Mary) Carter was worried that we might have to live in a thatch-roof house and so there might be bugs and rodents to contend with. (Grandma could think of lots of things to worry about.) She was also worried about schools, money, and such. LeAnn, Billy, and I were mostly worried about making new friends. But through all of our worries Grandpa (Wes) was very reassuring and so, for the most part, we were just excited to visit new places and experience new things.

We went to Orem to visit with Uncle Morrie and Aunt Angie because Uncle Morrie had been in England during World War II. It was fun to talk to him and he gave us some idea of what it would be like but it had been nearly twenty years since he had been there so we knew there were surprises ahead. What we didn't know was that we were in for a more immediate surprise.

Grandma had sent for Grandpa's birth certificate which was needed for his passport application. When the certificate came Grandpa and Grandma were shocked. His whole life Grandpa had celebrated his birthday on Christmas Eve but his birth certificate stated he was born on Christmas day at twenty minutes past midnight. After discussing this and remembering Grandma (Annie) Carter had always claimed he was born at twenty minutes before midnight, Grandpa concluded that his mother had wanted him to have a day of his own so for forty-two years he had celebrated his birthday on the wrong day.
Love,
Aunt Genni