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1952 |
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Saturday afternoon Jackie Jones, Ray and Rodney Jordan and Kenneth were playing ball in our front yard on Grove Street. Jackie was up to bat. Kenneth was too close behind him and when Jackie swung the bat back he hit Kenneth in the back of the head! We grabbed Kenneth up and got in the car. I forgot Michael was asleep in the house. I called out the car window and told Frances Jordan, the lady that lived across the street, to see after him until we got back. I don't remember where Mama was. Kenneth was bleeding so badly we were sure he would bleed to death before we could get him to Dr. Anderson. We made it, though, and by the time we got to the doctors office Ruby, my sister, was there. We were all just frantic. When he got the wound cleaned and prepared one of those small spot bandaides is all he used on it. He didn't need stitches at all. He was bruised from the force of the bat, but had only a small break in the skin. He would have been four and a half years old and Jackie about nine and a half. Mama and Papa lived next door to us. We had a fence around our house and a gate to go out at Mama's back door. We had a lock latch so Kenneth couldn't get out. One day I made a pie and he was going to carry Mama and Papa half of it. That was the way we did. She made a pie one day and I'd make one the next. Usually we shared the vegetables too. Anyway, he started with the pie and the little bantam rooster flew at him and spurred him in the back of the head. He was only about three years old. He bled something awful. Jimmy was asleep so we had to get him up and take Kenneth to Dr. Anderson. Dr. Alverson saw alot of us! Another time, after we had moved to Greenville, Michael and Danny were building a fort in the woods below our house. There was an old abandoned building down there in which the neighborhood children used to play. Well, Danny was on top of the little house and Michael was handing a brick up to him to use in the fort. It was too heavy for Danny to hold and he dropped it right on top of Michael's head. It did not knock him out but it put a big knot on his head! He was not crying when he got back to the house. The bump on his head was the size of a golf ball. I would not let him go to sleep and I made him stay in the kitchen with me and count the cans on the shelf to make sure he was seeing alright. Copyright ©1990 by Piedmont Endeavors, Inc. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of these stories may be reproduced by any means electronic or otherwise without the prior approval of the author. |
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