I was born on December 27, 1956 to Merlon and Flossy Montgomery. We lived in Breckenridge, Texas. My father often told of how before he left for WWII, he and mom wanted a boy, in case he did not return, and were fortunate to have Merlon, Jr. just before he was shipped to the Pacific. Thankful for his return, they then wanted a girl and Merlene was born a year after he took off his Navy Seabees uniform. Approximately 10 years after Merlene, dad said mom decided they wanted another child and “didn’t care what they got that time”. After hearing my father tell this story about 50 times, one day I said, “Well dad, that is what you get when you are not specific with your goal setting!”
Unfortunately, mom died of an apparent CVA when I was 15 months old and for two years, my brother and sister raised me, while dad used his “SeaBee skills” to build drive-in and in-door theaters across the five (5) state area. In 1954, he remodeled the “Beltonian Theater” in Belton, Texas and fell in love with the central location, area lakes and hill country. This led to our family moving to Belton in 1968, where I completed elementary, Jr. High and High School, graduating in May of 1975. Sports, girls and cars were my only interest at this time (not necessarily in that order), and I was pretty much without purpose, but little did I know, God was already working for my good, in sleepy little Belton, Texas.
My first introduction to chiropractic may give credence to the thoughts of many. I was playing baseball with two of my friends at age four. There were no “whiffle balls” or “plastic bats”; we played with the real thing! When one of the friends somehow hit my fast ball, he threw the bat as he ran to first base. Even though I was in shock that he hit my “heater”, I bent to field the ball as the bat struck me in the top of my head. I continued to play, but the next morning I could not move my neck. It must have been a Wednesday or Thursday, but we tried aspirin and heat rub until my dad came home on Friday night. Saturday morning, he put a cut down piece of plywood in the back of the Mercury and they drove me 30 miles to Albany, Texas where there as a chiropractor we heard was not as “rough” as the one in Breckenridge. In one visit, I could move my head and neck, and it is reported I “adjusted” my Teddy Bear and Chimpanzee for a month or more after the visit!