Helen and Curtis Wilkinson were fascinating people. Curtis persuaded Helen to elope when she was just 15 years old, shortly before he had to report for active duty in Europe. While he was learning to jump out of airplanes alongside the bravest men in the world, Helen was at home, singing and playing her guitar with her father and sister Mildred to earn gas ration cards. He saw the Eiffel Tower and other sights in Europe, and she helped with the tobacco crop in rural Kentucky.
When Curtis returned home to Liberty Kentucky, it was not long before the two became three. Helen was at home in their one room home on the farm when she went into labor. In that rural area, it was common for a woman to give birth at home rather than in a hospital. Helen was 19 years old when she had her first child -- a tiny baby girl. It was June 20th, 1947.
One can just imagine Helen holding her precious child on a hot, still summer night. Perhaps she thought her daughter looked like her handsome husband, Curtis. Perhaps she counted her little fingers and toes, and hummed soft little lullabies. Perhaps she planned all the adorable little outfits she would sew for her girl, and take her around to show to all her family and friends. Perhaps she looked down the road at the years ahead and the myriad of conversations she and Susie would have. She would be her forever friend . . .
|Changing her first baby in a perfect little nursery|
And she loved to hear the news of someone getting a baby. Whether it was a young mom finding out she was pregnant for the first time, or a woman who had long been unable to have children adopting a little one, Sue would share in their joy just as if it were her own. She once gave a silver spoon to a friend who had never had a child when she found out she was expecting. "Your baby deserves to be born with a silver spoon in it's mouth" she told her. That baby was taken to heaven before she ever saw this world, and I now have that precious silver spoon in my baby's room.
Sue Wilkinson was certainly not born with a silver spoon in her mouth, but she had the love of her young parents. . . and was rich indeed.