Turn Up The AC

Joy In The Home

February 17, 2021 AC Fischer, Alexis Arralynn Season 1 Episode 64
Turn Up The AC
Joy In The Home
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Turn Up The AC
Joy In The Home
Feb 17, 2021 Season 1 Episode 64
AC Fischer, Alexis Arralynn

Does your story begin on the day of your birth, or some time before that? For the first time, AC realizes that this is a question worth answering...

Special thanks to Alexis Arralynn for encouraging me to write...

Be sure to check out my other podcasts When The Bough Breaks and What I Like About You...

If you'd like to record your own episode of Turn Up The AC, send me an email to find out how [email protected]...

Thanks to itsjustnikia for introducing this episode!

Support the show (https://www.buymeacoffee.com/acfischerpod)

Show Notes Transcript

Does your story begin on the day of your birth, or some time before that? For the first time, AC realizes that this is a question worth answering...

Special thanks to Alexis Arralynn for encouraging me to write...

Be sure to check out my other podcasts When The Bough Breaks and What I Like About You...

If you'd like to record your own episode of Turn Up The AC, send me an email to find out how [email protected]...

Thanks to itsjustnikia for introducing this episode!

Support the show (https://www.buymeacoffee.com/acfischerpod)

 “X number of years ago, there was great joy in the home of Charles and Deedee Fischer because they were blessed by the birth of a beautiful baby boy: Anthony Charles Fischer...”

It was my birthday not too long ago. When the phone rang, and I saw ‘Mom’ on the caller ID, I smiled. Every year, on my birthday, she calls me. Every year, she tells the same story. Every year, I smile.

This year was a little different. First, because Mom literally said “X number of years ago” because she’s getting older, and she has trouble remembering things that used to be clear in her mind.

Most of the details were still clear to her, though. She told me about how my dad got frustrated because her water broke, but instead of allowing him to drive her to the hospital, she insisted that he make her bacon & eggs because (and I quote) “they don’t feed you properly there.”

She told me how she had to sit on a large pail while the water ran out of her as she ate. She told me how, when she’d finally finished eating, Dad impatiently asked her if she was ready to go. She was not.

No, her next step was to sit at the table (still on her pail), and back-comb her hair. It was 1973, and she needed to pile her hair as high as it would go. Then came her makeup. One has to look good when she’s giving birth!

At some point during this whole fiasco, my grandfather drove his car into the back yard. The 6 foot tall fence was no match for his giant Pontiac.

Finally they made it to the hospital. “Two sharp cracks, and all 12lbs 4oz of you was out. Then I went into shock.” This is where the story ends every year. At this point Mom gives me a birthday blessing, tells me she loves me, then hangs up.

Mom forgetting my age wasn’t the only thing that was different. Her failing memory was a sad reminder that there will be a birthday when I subconsciously expect a phone call that will never come again.

I didn’t want to dwell on this thought. In fact, I didn’t want to have it at all.

I phoned her back. “Mom, every year you tell me the same story. I know every detail so well. I have questions though.”

I went on to ask her how dad took the news. I asked where they took me home to. I asked if they were OK financially at the time. I asked if they were trying. I bombarded the poor old lady with so many questions that day!

I had always thought that the story of AC Fischer began at the beginning of 1973. In fact, my story began in the spring of 1972. There were so many details that I hadn’t known. Details that allowed me to know a side of my parents that I had never considered.

I realized that I get so busy living my life, that too often I forget to think about the people who gave it to me. They were people before they were my mom and dad. People who should matter to me more than they do sometimes.

I was curious about me, but I found them instead. I want to get to know them as well as I can. This means asking questions. It also means taking the time to let my mom’s mind wander through time, as she narrates the journey.