The fifth child, third son. We were pretty certain we were having a boy. He was due in mid November, but of course he wasn't born then. At 2:15am on the morning of Dec. 4, 1975, he was born. He weighed 8lbs 131/2 oz and was 22 inches long. Lucas Nelson Eastman. The Nelson is after Mama's maiden name, carrying on the Family History tradition with our names.
Dad's mother came to help. Some of our friends brought dinner and one of them brought a delicious green jello. That was the beginning of 'slime' for us.
We called him the child of the apartment. We sold our first home in Sept. 1975 and moved to the apartment by the church on 8th West just below 4th North in Oct., and started building this house in Nov. 1975. The apartment had 1 really large bedroom and 1 closet size bedroom, big enough for the crib. Samantha, Matthew and Rach were in the big bedroom. Alex was in the crib. Our water bed was in the living room. So we put Luke in the cradle by us, in the living room. We lived there from Oct. 1975 to July 1976, when we moved into our new house.
Luke always had the most beautiful hair. I could hardly stand to have it cut, but when someone at the park thought he was a girl dressed in boys clothes, I figured it was time to get rid of the curls. He is the only one of our children to have broken a bone. When he was in the third grade he broke his ankle on a trampoline in Cub Scouts.
When he was sixteen he flew to Samantha's in St. Louis to visit for a week. Tyler's effort to say Luke came out Yupp. So that's why we sometimes call him Yupp.
He and the other six have always been what I consider some of the Lord's most 'tender mercies.'
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Yep, Yupp. A great part of what I say is a wonderful family.
I love that first picture, Now there's a beautiful baby. And I keep coming back and looking at Daddy's face. What do you see in it? Who is in the background? You?
Luke is now a handsome man, wouldn't you say? Of course you would. Well, so do I.
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