~ The Life And Times From The Inner Spirit Of ................................. "Rolling Thunder"

~ Mark Wayne Machen ~
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Mark Wayne Machen

(First Born)

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After getting out of The Navy in Orange, Texas and returning to Oklahoma City I began going steady and eventually married Carla Jeanette Yates. I got a job with The Oklahoma Publishing Company as a paste-up artist which consisted of making paste-up ads for printing in the newspapers. The company put out a morning paper called "The Daily Oklahoman" and an afternoon edition called "The Oklahoma City Times". I worked there for several months and when the opportunity came to take a position in The Circulation Department as a Field Supervisor in Woodward, Oklahoma I took it. Carla was then pregnant with a child and we moved to start a new life in the North Western area of Oklahoma. I was to be in charge of paper carriers in the North West sector and Panhandle portion of the State. This was a job that kept me away from my wife for four to five days at a time and with her being pregnant as well, the fact that I was not that keen on driving so much, staying in motels and eating almost all my meals out I applied for and was accepted as an Assistant Manager at the T.G. & Y. store(a variety store chain out of Oklahoma City)in Woodward. During the time I was working for T.G. & Y. on October 13,1956 Mark Wayne Machen was born into this world approximately one and one half months early. He was born at the Woodward Memorial Hospital and there he was to stay until he reached a safe weight and size, to be released to go home. After his birth I took the test and was accepted as a recruit Police Officer at the Amarillo City Police Department in Amarillo, Texas. Carla and I moved to my new job location and we obtained a nice place to live in anticipation of bringing our new son home soon. In the first week in January, 1957 we made the one hundred plus mile trip to Woodward which we had done so many times to visit him, only this time to bring him home with us. It was the morning of January 24,1957 as I arose to get ready to go to The Police Academy for classes that I found your brother Mark in his crib face down as if sleeping soundly, dead, from what at that time was referred to as crib death. It was later determined that the actual cause of death was from respiratory failure which is quite common in premature babies as the lungs and respiratory system are the last to develop. This was the most tragic thing I had ever endured and of course I felt guilty for his death as parents do in cases such as this. Both mother and father and/or whoever is responsible for the baby at the time, always feel "If" I had done this or that or not done this or that or "If" I would have checked on him or, or and a million other trips you lay on yourself. As both of us felt the guilt and instead of drawing us closer as Mark was lowered into the ground, our marriage began to crumble. Only a short time later a divorce was filed and granted and thus ended that tragic chapter in my life, only to haunt me and cause me great and intense pain the rest of my life. It caused me to be possessive of everything and everyone I was to love in the future to the point of obsession.