My Father was
born September 7th, 1925. He was 2 months premature. The Drs. thought he would not make it. They kept him warm by placing him in an oven (of course the door was left open and he was monitored) My Grandmother did not want to name him because she thought he would die. The nurses wanted Dad to have a name.
They named him after the president at the time...Calvin, after Calvin Coolidge.
