This is the story of how Emery Walters became whom he was supposed to be.<br><br>I knew I was male at an early age, something that was a societal no-no in the 1950s and still is in parts of the country today. Burying my male identity, I strove to be the best woman possible. But after raising my four wonderful children from two debilitating marriages, I found myself alone and nearly penniless. That was when Emery asserted his identity.<br><br>Life became better with the shift from female to male, a third marriage, and a wife who, herself, transitioned from male to female.

Some Fine Day

Dec 5, 1962: Put Amy in the jumpy chair for the first time—she just loves it and enjoys it SO much! Frankie has ten teeth now. It’s really rainy lately.


Dec 8, 1962: Visited David and Mrs. Taylor today. Around 9 Amy cried and turned so red, we figured it was time to go. Got in the car to go home—and she almost instantly fell sound asleep.


Dec 24, 1962: Mom’s birthday, she is 52 today. We had them and Judy here for dinner today, had ham and potato salad; I made a cake shaped like a trailer!


Dec 25, 1962: Frank got a guitar and a shaver. Me—records and sweaters. Amy a dolly, clothes and rattles. Frankie—five push and pull toys, blocks and clothes. We had dinner at Mom’s and phoned Marcums. Amy loves that dolly; she chews on its hat.


Jan 15, 1963: Amy got her third polio shot.


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