This picture was taken about 1944, give or take. My father is holding me and my sister is standing in front.
We are standing in our front yard in the Clay Home projects. In the background is a building that was then-recently built to train ex-GIs a trade when they returned from the war. The other is a 8 or 9 family dwelling Clay Homes building. On the left of that building and down a little hill is - or will be, the new greyhound Bus Station. It was built about this same time period.
It doesn't appear that my sister had a cast on her arm. That would be another clue of the time. While they were building the GI trade-training building she was on top of a roll of chain-link fence, it rolled, she fell, and broke her arm.
The doctor told my parents the arm was broken so badly she would never be able to use that arm and hand. But, Dr. Daddy had different ideas. He had her squeeze a rubber ball for years. You would never know now that she once had a lame arm. It was healed before she got to high school.
The Clay Homes and the GI training building are no longer there - they were bulldozed away a year ago. Presently, a bunch of big tall office buildings are being built there. The name of the area is named "Meeting park" - sounds like a place to buy drugs doesn't it?
2 comments:
God - your sister must have did a number on her arm! but Dr. Daddy had a good idea - squeezing a rubber ball. My Mom broke her arm last fall and after her cast came off, the therapists now have her squeezing a rubber ball.
Deborah,
I forgot to say that he also every evening hold held up his hand and had her to push against his hand.
He was a man full of home remedies - kind of like a medicine man.
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