My parents had been married for almost twenty years before I, their only son, was born. We all know how eagerly a son’s birth is anticipated after there has been a line of girls in a family. It would appear that my home was no exception to the rule. There was, therefore, some excitement among that household when I finally put in an appearance, and this was increased by the fact that I was the smallest of all the babies in our family. My father could carry me quite easily in one arm. I rested quite comfortably, I am told, with my head above the palm of his hand and my feet in the bend of his elbow.