3 May 2024

Published May 1, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Ficton
Word Count: 100

CALL THE MIDWIFE

We couldn’t afford for Mama to have her baby at the white clinic, so Daddy hired Miss Coley.  

            “I ain’t lettin’ no dirty colored woman touch me,” said Mama.

            Daddy shrugged. “Ain’t no choice, Maybelle.”

            When Miss Mary came, she patted my head. “Look at them purty blue eyes.”

She arranged her birthing tools on newspapers. Then she scrubbed her hands. “Everything gotsta be extra clean.”

            Miss Mary sat with Mama all night until my baby brother was born. Two years later, even though times was better, Mama wouldn’t trust nobody else to bring my baby sister into the world.   

I couldn’t resist using the title. It just seemed to fit. You can read more about Miss Mary HERE

You can watch the 1952 documentary about Miss Mary HERE

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60 comments on “3 May 2024

  • Dear Rochelle,

    I just love where you went with this one. Especially as we are discussing “Call the Midwife” as we “speak”, so to speak 😉

    Funny how Mama changed her tune…

    Shalom and lotsa love in all colours,

    Dale

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    • Dear Dale,

      It was said in all the articles about Mary Coley that she served both black and white women, but I couldn’t find any stories…so I made one up. 😉 I watched the film and the interview with the film’s producer/director George Stoney. A little long and boring but he gives some insights.

      At any rate, thank you for your comment and putting up with my rambling reply.

      Shalom and lotsa living hugs,

      Rochelle

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      • Well, of course you did. And it was probably a situation she experienced on the regular, let’s face it. So, you gave us the feel for the time and place. As you are excellent at doing 🙂

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  • Mama was forced into a situation where she had no choice but to discover the humanity she shared with the previously hated ‘other’. Miss Mary’s wonderful heart and her skill come through so well in your story.

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  • Dear Rubber Duckie W(T)F,

    I bet you just love it when a pregnant woman’s water breaks. It made quite a mess when Connie’s broke, but fortunately there wasn’t a little duckie anywhere nearby to gleefully splash in it.

    Too bad I didn’t think to grab one of Greta’s crayons for the ride to the hospital so Connie could clutch onto it for emotional support.

    May you get several bottles of whine and chocolates for Mother’s Day.

    Whinny Van Gogh

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    • Dear Whinny Van Gogh,

      This duckie prefers her water in a big square hole with chlorinated water.

      My water never broke on its own BTW. Everyone should have a purple support crayon. Tnank you for the Mother’s Day Wishes. Treat Connie nice.

      Shalom,

      Rubber Duckie W(T)F

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  • This is a great story. I hope for a world where people’s skills are not ignored or limited for meaningless reasons. Miss Mary seems like a wonderful person!

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  • I wouldn’t want anybody dirty, regardless of color, creed, or political affiliation, delivering my babies. I’ve said it before, I think most prejudice is based in ignorance. Experience teaches us that we’re all just people. Our similarities are atronger than our differences. Of course, some people are dirty. That’s just nasty.

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    • Dear Nobbin,

      Of course Mama’s use of the “dirty” had nothing to do with Miss Mary’s true condition but rather ignorance and bigotry. If anything the midwife was fastidious to the max in her practice. And Mama came to know this as true. Thank you for your comments. I agree with every word.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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