March 2, 1891; March 2, 1968

This is just a great day for me. Lola is why. Lola my mother and Lola my daughter. Both born today, 69 years apart.

Lola my mother was in my home near the time of Lola my daughter's birth. But we both gave up on an early delivery--I think Mama had been there nearly two weeks--and she had to go home. Lola my daughter, with, I think, a mind of her own from forever, came when she felt like it. But I believe she was giving more than a nod to her grandma by coming March 2.

No question what her name should be. My only question was, "Will she like the name? She'll likely be the only person she knows by that name."

Answer: She likes the name. For a long time she was the rare person, a Lola.

But not now. Now it's a very popular name. Too bad. It was ours first.