Sunday Gazette-Mail from Charleston, West Virginia on May 19, 1974 · Page 145
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May 19, 1974

Sunday Gazette-Mail from Charleston, West Virginia · Page 145

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Gene Stanek (left) and his father Peter carry in a shipment of formula provided to the babies free by their local supermarket. More like a day-care center than a nursery is thejormer guest bedroom at the Staneks' home. Edna holds Steven amid the cribs, diapers^scale and the other infant accessories. Gene displays his ambidextrous form as he s//ps Steven a pacifier while he prepares to give bottle to Catherine. The baby in the background is on his own. Edna also demonstrates her facility at feeding two at once. She gives 20 bottles a day. of everything in multiples of five: they own five pacifiers, five cribs, five car seats, five plastic porcupines that squeak when squeezed and five musical mobiles that play Brahms' Lullaby. Room for five more Seeing quintuple when they look into the future, Gene, 31, and Edna, 34, already envision purchasing five back-to- school wardrobes at once, laying out five college tuitions, and hearing a five- part chorus ask, "Hey,! can I have the car tonight?" Their biggest current worry, though, is finding a house with accommodations for five--or rather, six--youngsters, since the quints have an older brother, Gregory, who'll certainly need a place to get away from it all. At the moment, however, the brown-eyed 4- year-old doesn't seem at all perturbed by the invasion. "He thinks all babies come in fives," says Edna. The Staneks' present home--a three- bedroom ranch-style house with a shrub-filled yard and a pleasant view of the Rockies--was just perfect for them before the quints arrived on the scene. Now it's bursting at the seams, especially in the "guest" bedroom where five cribs nestle between two chests, a weighing stand, an 18-gallon diaper pail and a dressing table piled with powder, lotion, washcloths and a steno book for data on feedings and medication. The Staneks met in Germany while Gene was in the Air Force and Edna teaching in an American grammar school, and although they've lived in this Denver suburb since their return five years ago, they haven't a wide circle of friends. "That's why we were really amazed," says Gene, an accountant, "at the number of people who volunteered to help Edna out with the babies, so she could spend some time with Gregory." "For the first couple of months that the babies were home from the hospital," recalls Edna, "it seemed like we were constantly having an open house." PARADE, through a special arrangement with the Staneks, has been keeping an eye on the quints since their debut. On our first visit, made when the infants were 2 1 /2 months old, the house resembled a bustling day-care center. A hectic routine Four or five women--neighbors, or members of the Catholic church that Edna and Gene attend--would be in the living room, feeding finicky Nathan, cajoling cranky Jeffrey or rocking a recalcitrant John to sleep. In the babies' room, a practical nurse changed Catherine and recorded her formula intake before tucking her into bed. Edna was continued

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