Positive Aspects

What a wonderful tribute to a very kind man. Actually, Daddy was on a boat in the Yangtse in the 20s and early 30s. He served on the last commisioned sailing ship in the Us Navy, called the Isabelle. He spent many years in China. He commanded an LST in the Pacific during WWII. I have a picture of his ship.

When the rattlesnake bit him he was in a field far from home and walked to a neighbor's farm. The woman there stuck his foot in a bucket of kerosene, which everyone had for lighting, back then. He told me he could see the kerosene drawing the poison from his toe like green tendrils. The woman also sent her son running for Daddy's Mama, who was known in the neighborhood as a practical nurse and midwife.

Daddy was very sick at the neighbor's home for many days and Grandma Alec stayed there and nursed him. When the doctor finally got there in his horse and buggy he said there was nothing else he could do and Daddy would either make it or he wouldn't. He did, thank goodness, or there would have been no Pretty Girl.

What a wonderful tribute to a very kind man. Actually, Daddy was on a boat in the Yangtse in the 20s and early 30s. He served on the last commissioned sailing ship in the Us Navy, called the Isabelle. He spent many years in China. He commanded an LST in the Pacific during WWII. I have a picture of his ship.

When the rattlesnake bit him he was in a field far from home and walked to a neighbor's farm. The woman there stuck his foot in a bucket of kerosene, which everyone had for lighting, back then. He told me he could see the kerosene drawing the poison from his toe like green tendrils. The woman also sent her son running for Daddy's Mama, who was known in the neighborhood as a practical nurse and midwife.

Daddy was very sick at the neighbor's home for many days and Grandma Alec stayed there and nursed him. When the doctor finally got there in his horse and buggy he said there was nothing else he could do and Daddy would either make it or he wouldn't. He did, thank goodness, or there would have been no Pretty Girl.

Hey Sis,
Do not forget your other rite of passage,remember being bit by the horse.

Love,
Julie

How funny, Chulie! I had forgotten about that. We lived in a tiny little town and the people across the street had a big lot with a barn and had horses that they sometimes hitched by the road to eat grass there.

The man came out to take the horse in and you and Valdy were there and he let you pet the horse. I was with y'all. It was a bit whitesh, gray horse. Apparently Valerie touched it in a tender spot, she was standing right under his head and he just bent down and picked her up by the shoulder with his teeth.

He left big horse teeth imprints on her shoulder that bruised all purple and in a couple of places broke the skin. I took her to the doctor, who gave her a tetanus shot, and that was more painful to her than the bite.

I never knew about the squirrel bite, but I do remember the horse bite. Amazingly, I've never been bitten by anything.

Mommsie

I was rereading the above comment and realized I lied. Once there was a stray that I fed that I called Old Tom Cats. He was big and battle scarred and had obviously been on his own for a long time, but he liked the food and rubbings. One time I went into my room and he had come through the window and was sitting on the bed. I was surprised and said, "Old Tom Cats, what are you doing here?" and then I touched his shoulder, without giving him time to recognize me or realize what I was doing. He turned and bit my finger. It was totally my fault. My finger got all swollen and enormous and I had to go to the doctor and that was the time I had to get a tetanus shot, but it didn't affect me as badly as it did poor Sister, but then, I was a lot older and a lot bigger.