I was born in this humble house on January 19, 1938, a Wednesday, two months before Mama’s 17th birthday. Mama recalls that the day that I was born was a mild day, even on the warm side.  She says that she wore only a light jacket (I believe I recall her saying it was yellow – why that’s important, I can’t say — it’s just trivia that has stuck with me) when she went to meet the peddler about one-half mile away.  She recalls carrying a big load of groceries back home after meeting the peddler.  Daddy describes the event of my birth as follows: “I had to get Pauline Huddleston…