Doctor Kelly's Husband Part 1
My father wasn't always Dr. Kelly's husband. But when I was growing up, that was what people called him. It seemed to me that everyone knew my mother; she was a woman doctor in a time when there were very few women doctors. She graduated from medical school in 1943. As one of her two daughters, I was very aware of her importance in our community. We couldn't go to the grocery store without what seemed liked hundreds of people coming up to us with, "Dr. Kelly!!! Dr. Kelly! Do you remember me? You delivered my babies! Oh, are these your daughters? Aren't they pretty! You look great, Dr. Kelly! I am so grateful to you for all the care you've given me and my family. Blah, blah, blah..." But this blog isn't about her; it's about Dr. Kelly's husband, my father, Cyril Francis Kelly. My father insisted that my sister and I call him Papa; he thought that Daddy sounded too much like Dada...and that really bothered him. It's what babie