Childhood Memories # 7 Herman Keefer Hospital (part six)
I remember the day when my back brace came in. I was in the eating room. They came in and made a big announcement that my “corset” was in and I needed to go try it on. I was so embarrassed. Oh, well. I was easily embarrassed. My grandfather on my mother’s side gave me the nickname “poopy-Jane” (I have since learned, I wasn’t the only one he called that.) Anyway, I revealed my secret to Kathy, the other white girl. Big mistake. It became a big deal, On my window, they wrote guess her nick name. People kept coming by my room for days it seemed, guessing or trying to guess. Of course I wouldn’t tell, but eventually, Kathy did. I was sooooo embarrassed. )Moral: be careful who you trust a secret with.)
I remember one day in physical therapy Mrs. Breck was working on a baby. They only way to get the baby to exercise his limbs was to make him mad so he would try to move his arms and legs. It sounded so cruel, but necessary.
I remember when mom and dad brought my siblings and a few friends to see me.(I don’t remember who exactly) They couldn’t come up to see me so I waved to them from a window looking down.