Martha’s Punctured Dierriere

Was Martha accident prone? 

Although I can’t think of where Martha would have been close enough to the street to run in front of a taxi, Carla Jo’s memory of Martha running in front of a taxi brought back a a memory of Martha puncturing her buttocks when she was about four years old. 

I think we were getting ready to go to some church play or special event. I vaguely remember, Martha Mae was already dressed in her church clothes when, somehow or other, she fell backwards into a closet or someplace.  Somehow or other that little butt fell right on a piece of glass or something sharp.  I think Mommy or I or someone packed that wound with a “dressing” – uh.. probably a rag and held to stop the bleeding and I think we pulled those tights or underwear right back over that dressing and took her right on to church.  Uhmmm – wonder if she has a scar on her dierriere.

Uncle Walter

Vickie is correct in her story. I remember the perfect bow hanging from the waist, loose but perfect.

I believed that if I yelled really loud he would hear me I just new he could, but no he could not. We would make signs with motion for him to eat, or close our eyes to tell him we were going to bed. We would walk down that lane with the most beautiful trees on both sides making a tunnel when it was full of leaves. He would find Preying Mantis’s and  Walking Sticks.  Dad could really communicate with him, sign.

Gary and Vickie and a thought of Mom.

I must have family feuds on the mind, but…

As young teens back in the old days of the 60’s, one very important thing was being on the telephone before Mom and Dad got home from work.  One afternoon, Gary was on the phone and refused to get off and let me have a chance.  I was like a tazmanian devil and began to scratch him until I ripped his shirt almost off of him.  I don’t remember what we did w/the shirt to hide it, but I do know I got to use the phone.  Gary has always been so great and certainly didn’t deserve this treatment, but I guess it was just a part of “growing pains”.  Ahhhh growing up in a big family!

 

Another “funny” memory was in the summer time at the Ferguson house.  We were all riding bikes and had just finished swimming in the river or we were going to our swimming hole under the bridge .  Along the way,  we were all going along the edge of the road and Gary slipped off the birm and fell over.  I was close behind and proceeded to ride right across Gary’w legs and his bike.  It was funny at the time and he wasn’t hurt at all.  We all continued on.

 

When I left home before my 18th birtday, Gary was the one that I found a home with.  I still had 1/2 yr of school before I graduated and I needed to be close to town.  Gary had no problem w/me staying w/him.  We helped each other no matter what.

This makes me think of Mom.  She would send quarters, wrapped in foil w/Martha to give to me at school.  She always tried to help each of us when she could.

Roller Skating with Dad and Jeff, my Fractured Coccyx – such pain!

Daddy used to take us roller skating at the Fairborn Skating Rink. I remember him whizzing around the rink whistling. My goodness, he could do all kinds of fancy things on those skates – going backwards, turning around and all that stuff. Dad would often take us by the hand and try to help us get better or at least more confident. He did seem to love all that. Wonder where on earth he learned to do that.
I remember the different skating sessions being called out over the loud speaker – “all boys skate”, “all girls skate”, “couples only”, etc, etc.  The lights were often dimmed and the lighted ball changed colors as we skated around or… some of us tried.

Well.. being the Aunt, I thought it would be fun helping little 3 year old Jeff skate. We got the tiny little skates on him and stood him up. I thought it would be a good idea to put him in front of me, with me kind of bending over and holding him under the arms so we could teach him to skate. I think we got about 5 or 6 feet oozing along the edge when all of a sudden my feet went straight out in front of me strattling around Jeff and kerplunk right on to my butt. Oh my goodness!

Don’t ask me if Jeff skated on out in front of me!  Lordee, who knows. I remember Daddy coming along to help me up, but I don’t recall what happened to Jeff.  Maybe he went on to skate the whole way around!

I had pain I couldn’t believe. Found out I had fractured my coccyx (tail bone). Nothing much could be done about it, but try not to sit flat down, and in those days, one never much thought of taking pain meds. But I had pain for about a year.

So, here’s what I learned about my fractured tail bone. (Remember I was going to be a nurse, so these things interested me.)

Causes of coccyx fracture include:

Falling on the buttocks—Skating and other activities that lead to falls in the seated position often contribute – Yes that fit the scenario! 

(I think Martha might recall a fractured coccyx from childbirth – but that wasn’t my cause.)

Sitting can be very uncomfortable after a coccyx fracture.

Suggestions to make sitting less painful include:

Sit on an air cushion or doughnut pad.
Alternate between sitting on one side of the buttock or the other.
Try sitting on a hard chair. Sinking into a soft chair sometimes increases the pressure on the coccyx.  (Maybe that is the reason to this day I prefer hard chairs and I tend to sit straight up almost on the front edge of a wooden chair.) 
Slouch to move your weight forward and off the coccyx. Note: This advice holds only until you are well enough to sit properly again.
Sit on a telephone book, with the area of the coccyx hanging off the posterior portion of the phone book.

Yes that all fit the picture – but that pain is still a memory – but did Jeff learn to skate?  If so, I guess it was all worth it.  I thought it was fun at the time.  Now, I think if I fell on my tail bone, I might die! “Not really”.

The birth of Marnee

These weren’t the best days for me, but I still remember.  Shirley and I were birth coaches.  We were called early in the morning and went to see what was up.  Martha was actually working and exercising in early stages of labor.  Shirley, Ricky, and I went to the hospital and everything went very quickly.  Never having kids, I was just amazed.  Martha was sort of OK and then came “transition”…literally!  I saw Martha’s face turn shades of purple I’d never seen before.  Then at the last part of the birth process, there was a turd that plopped on the doctor’s shoes, then Marnee was born.  It sounds weird, but it really was beautiful.  Ricky took Shirley and me to his house, but stopped on the way and bought each of us a rose.  I don’t know how Martha felt, but I was exhausted.

How Martha and I loved each other as kids!

I came home from school just in the first grade to discover that Martha had chicken pox…10 days later so did I.

My first experience with “pot” and Martha,  As kids do instead of playing w/toys, we were playing w/a big soup pot.  I promised Martha I’d give her a turn when I was finished, running and sitting in the pot.  I took a longer turn than Martha wanted, so she hurls a rock at me which landed sort of between my eyes.  I have a hint of the scar today, fifty years now.

Well into my teen years, I was afraid of the dark.  Even as late as the Cornstalk Rd house I remember leaving my bed and getting into bed w/Martha.  She hated that and but always gave in (even after I layed in the floor for a bit). 

Given the fact that I was once afraid of the dark, it is hard to believe I now live totally alone and go outside in the dark without a thought…what was I thinking?!  There usually aren’t any boogie men in the dark.  I’ve discovered most of the bad men in the clear blue daylight!