Playing around construction sites is what we kids did. And getting seriously hurt at these sites was
part of it. Also, next door to the bus
station and next door to the Clay Homes the federal government had a school
built to teach men returning from WWII a trade.
After the workers left for the day we would go over to the site
and play. There was a stack of wired
fence in cylinder shape. We found it was
fun to get a cylinder shape wire roll out in the open, turn it on its side and
walk on it. It is a tricky thing to do
and could easily get your mind confused, sort of like blowing bubble gum and
dong a task at the time - you mind could only take on one task at a time at
that age. My sister Frances was walking
a bale of wire and something went wrong and the fell.
Her arm was twisted.
I ran home to tell my folks.
I told Daddy: "Frances fell off a roll of wire and hurt
herself. Her arm has a big dent in
it!" Daddy jumped a foot up in the
air from the chair and ran down to check.
It was more than a dent, her bone was protruding.
The doctors she would
never use that arm again. But Daddy had different ideas. He got her a rubber ball and had her to continuously
squeeze it with her bad arm. It time, it
paid off. In a few years it was good as
new.
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