It is my birthday today. I am well into geezerhood at 84 and enjoying the kind wishes from friends and family. Of course there was a happy birthday from my membership in AARP too.
As I reflected on my origins I was reminded of my birth story. I was the second child born to my mother in her second marriage after being widowed at a an early age and then married to my father. In the era of my birth in the mid 1930's home births were quite common. Thus my mother gave birth to me in the rented farm house at the intersection of Preemption and Wayne Center Roads in Wayne County, New York. The equivalent of a mid-wife was in attendance. I was told it was Aunt Louise who must have been the sister of my grandmother Emma Tange.
Somehow my wife and I began conversing this morning about birth certificates. I couldn't remember whether I had one in my possession. However as usual she went right to the appropriate file and showed me mine! She was wondering what my birth weight might have been. That information was not shown. As one would expect the date of birth was shown along with the parent's names and my designated name. However the date of the official registry was two years after I was born. It wasn't until 1937 I was officially on the books.
So what does this have to do with being another sign I am a geezer? My guess is that almost all births in the United States post WWII were hospital births. So if I am trying to determine if someone is a geezer beyond observing them close up, I can ask them if they were born at home or in a hospital. My guess is if they were born at home there is a high probability they qualify for geezerhood.