I was born on March 28, 1940, the fifth child of Carl and Lois McKeever. I have four brothers (three of whom are in Heaven; Ron is still with us) and two sisters, Patricia and Carolyn.
You won’t believe what happened. Here, I’ll tell you…
Now, for years, nobody gave a thought to my birthday. I was never given to a lot of hoopla, so that was fine with me. I’m not against celebrating special events or observing religious festivals, but well, you don’t see people throwing birthday parties in Scripture, so I got along just fine without one.
Then one day my sister got into the act. Carolyn loves making people feel special and she had this bright idea.
“It’ll just be a little dinner for your birthday,” she said. “Just the immediate family.”
She wanted to do it so badly, I agreed to it. And, sure enough, it worked out. About 10 of us gathered at my house, Carolyn brought the cake and Patricia made dinner, and it was a nice evening.
That was the first year.
The next year, Carolyn started planning the birthday dinner several weeks in advance. She was not satisfied with the intimate gathering we had enjoyed last year. She had enjoyed it, she said, but she felt badly that more family wasn’t included. This year the whole clan would be invited.
I suppose everybody showed up, because our house was crowded and some had to eat out on the front porch. We had a big time, laughing, singing songs, eating. I bet I got my neck hugged a hundred times. I blew out the candles and we ate cake. To my surprise, a few people brought presents. That was nice, but unnecessary.
The third year, Carolyn realized she was on to something.