Today is my dad's birthday, would have been his 81st as he was born 1/25/27. Many times I heard the story of the night of his birth. My Granny Nettie used to tell me, and of course Daddy had heard it many times over and I loved hearing it from him too. It went something like this...My grandparents,Clarence & Nettie (Cupp) Bilyeu lived across Bull Creek from her parents, Ike and Anne (White) Cupp. Grandma Cupp was a midwife and would deliver this little grandbaby when the time came. Well, the time came and Jan. 25, 1927, was terribly cold and rainy, Bull Creek was running swift and high. Clarence & Nettie, and her brother, Elliott Cupp, rode their horses and Uncle Elliott helped swim Granny's horse across the creek. They made it to Grandpa and Grandma Cupp's house and little Clifford was born. He was a preemie, in fact so small that they made him a diaper from Grandpa Cupp's handkerchief and put him in a shoe box close to the fire to keep him warm. I was told that his skin was almost black and he was so skinny that he looked like a squirrel! Isn't that some tale, but who else but a Bilyeu would think of such a way to describe their newborn??
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