after that warm and fuzzy new years in front of the microwave
oven work'n on yer 5th bag of radioactive styrofoam marinated in yellow dye #5 sludge coated with just enough iodine crystals to cause yer blood pressure to blast into the outer limits of space just like yer grama used to make as you OD on the latest covid marathon you’ve seen fer the umpteenth time...
it made me think about the many bowls of Orville that i scarfed down with my grama VIOLA while watch'n endless reruns that i never got sick of and could almost recite word fer word at this point...like
to this day i OD on these shows and think back on simpler times and had
decided it was time to fer me to have the simplest complex mini vaca from my ramblins' so i could restart my engine and figered i would take the month of jan off (why not!) to address more press'n matters at hand and rerun a blog i ran 5 years ago that was written by the matriarch of our diminish'n irish and not-so-catholic-anymore family...my grama Viola...written pre-blog world in her own words...it gave me a sense that some treasures are worth repeat'n...so see you in feb with all new hard hitt'n nagg'n nonsensical words of wisdom...this is a 4 part series...enjoy!
early on march 1, 1929 our third child was born.
It had been a very difficult birth. I was still groggy from the sedation so all the nurse told me was that I had a 9lb. 10oz. son then wheeled me back to my room for a much needed rest.
My mother and husband came in to see me and i remarked "You both look as though you have seen a ghost." She replied that she supposed they were tired from the long vigil and for me to try and sleep.
They were spared giving me an answer as later the head nurse came into my room, put her arms around me and said "There is something wrong with your baby." She explained there was a sac at the base of the spine and mentioned the term Spina Bifida. I had never heard of the word. I was young and did not realize just what she was telling me
(how ignorant one can be at 24).
(how ignorant one can be at 24).
I figured it was some small thing that would be outgrown in time. She explained there was an opening between two vertebrae and that the spinal fluid pushed out into a sac at the base of the spine. I remember asking her if it would be more noticeable as he grew up. She replied that it would not. I know she was trying to spare my feelings and in a way I am thankful she did not make me realize the seriousness of the defect.
Later when my son was brought to me I peeked down the back of his 
diaper and saw the sac, about the size of my closed fist. We took my son home at the end of my stay in the hospital but first we had him baptized in the hospital chapel as our doctor advised, saying that sometimes these children did not live long.
We had a fifteen months old boy at home (we had lost our first baby, a girl) and realized he was paralyzed from the waist down. For some reason I did not panic but took care of him as i had my other child and things went along from day to day much as they had before. We had named the new baby James Donald but from the first, he was Jimmy to everyone.
At first the sac was the size of my two fists and did not present too great a problem when he was carried about. As he grew older the sac grew so we made several trips to the Mayo Clinic with Jimmy hoping something could be done but the answer was always the same "good home nursing" and each time the doctors there would advise us to "postpone the operation".
bottom with his legs held out in front of him. This gave me an idea. I figured out a way for him to get around and my dad was able to carry out my idea. I designed a sort of cart which we called the kiddie car. It was in the shape of a horse shoe but with a solid center.
My father made a low cart, just inches off the floor with swivel castors at the back and an axle with two 8 inch wheels at the front, this enabled him to wheel himself around the floor. This developed his arm muscles so he could scoot around amazingly fast. Jimmy could wheel himself around the floor faster than his brother could walk.
We always had to be on the lookout that he was not injured as it would
not take too great a blow to rupture the sac. The years went by and eventually he graduated to a wheel chair and soon it was time for Jimmy to go to school. We lived in the country the first fourteen years of his life and i was able to wheel him to school as the schoolhouse was on our property. He attended school just afternoons and I would push him there and then go get him. The neighbor children offered to push him over but i was always afraid someone would tip him over on the rough ground. He did fine in school and made a lot of friends.
Sometimes in the winter the snow presented a problem and I would tie a rope onto the front of the wheelchair and two of his brothers would pull while I pushed through the drifts. Clothing also was a problem as he was incontinent and I had to figure out a way to avoid the soiling of his trousers. I ripped the back seam of the pants down and then cut over to the side seam making sort of wings on the sides of the pants. He sat on a large cushion with a thick pad under him. His belt went through the loops of the pants and held them in place. He always had a large pillow across his back to protect the sac and to give his back some support.
to be continued next week...now GET OFF MY DRESS!
