2013-08-16 / Society

Do you remember?

Accidents happen
By Caroline Legare Judson

Caroline Legare Judson Caroline Legare Judson “Accidents will happen” is a remark people make when they do not know what to say when told someone has had an accident and been hurt. My memories are full of this retort. Besides all my memories can’t be happy ones. So many things happened to my younger son that I was beginning to think he was accident prone. When he was about three years old, we were living in Trieste overseas as an army family. My husband and I went to dinner at his commanding officer’s quarters one evening. We had gotten a sitter who was highly recommended and could speak English. While we were out enjoying ourselves on southern fried chicken served us because I had especially missed southern food living in Italy.

When we returned home, we learned that our younger son had swallowed a bell from a mitten. The bell was small and used as a decoration for the mitten.

Fortunately, the sitter knew what to do and took him to the army hospital that took care of the U.S. troops stationed in and around Trieste in northern Italy near the then Yugoslavian border.

The hospital staff was unable to remove the bell so they gave him bread to swallow to take the bell down his throat in a comfortable way to keep him from choking.

When we saw him back at home late that evening, he was wide awake and fit as a fiddle. The doctors said he would pass the bell. We never found the bell. My son enjoyed his visit to the hospital and was not frightened by it because he had made friends there on a previous visit about two weeks earlier when his brother accidentally hit him in the head with a rock. He had stitches taken.

Accidents will happen. Like the time this same boy, Jeffry, when we were living in Augusta came into the kitchen while I was hurrying to prepare a meal, and I pushed him out of the door to the kitchen not seeing his little hand extended near the door. His finger got caught in the door and it cut off the tip of his finger. Of course, he screamed and the lucky part of the accident was his daddy was home from duty at Camp Gordon and rushed him to the hospital where an excellent surgeon who specialized in this area of surgery operated on his hand.

But first his dad came home without him and asked me to look in the door and see if the tip of the child’s finger was still there. We found it and took it quickly back to the hospital where the skilled physician sewed it back on. Jeffry was an excellent patient and came home a few hours later. He never cried after the surgery when he got home, and he was treated like a king with ice cream

Caroline Judson is 91 years old and has been writing for The Columbia Star over 20 years.

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