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One day I saw my father, Robert Bruce McClendon, Jr., changing his socks. There was an odd looking scar across his foot.  I asked him about it. He told me the following story.  I asked my Granny-For-Short about it later and she confirmed the story.

My Grandfather had a general store in Johnston, South Carolina.  His father, Luther Jack McClendon, had a general store in the Red Hill Community near Modoc, South Carolina.  Some called this store a grocery store, but they both sold a little more than just groceries.

My father said that one day he was barefoot and running though his grandfather’s store. He caught a very large splinter from the floor board.  The splinter embedded itself between his great toe and his second toe.  The splinter ran most of the distance of his little foot.

There was no such thing as emergency rooms back then.  There were very few doctors back then as well.  Whatever medical needs you had, you took care of at home.

My father’s family called him R. B because his father was known as Bruce.  Well, little R. B. started bleeding all over the place and Bruce picked him up and carried him to the butcher table.  This was the place where meat was cut up to sell.  My great-grandfather, Luther Jack, took a butcher knife and cut two slits on either side of the splinter from one end of R. B.’s foot to the other. Then, he picked out the splinter.

There was no such thing as Neosporin back then.  At least, there wasn’t in that store.  Great-grandpa Luther had to do something to keep it from getting infected, so he poured kerosene in the wound.

They bandaged R. B. up and off he went.  Aren’t you glad we have progressed in the area of emergency medicine?

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One day I saw my father, Robert Bruce McClendon, Jr., changing his socks. There was

 an odd looking scar across his foot.  I asked him about it. He told me the following story.  I asked my Granny-For-Short about it later and she confirmed the story.

My Grandfather had a general store in Johnston, South Carolina.  His father, Luther Jack McClendon, had a general store in the Red Hill Community near Modoc, South Carolina.  Some called this store a grocery store, but they both sold a little more than just groceries.

My father said that one day he was barefoot and running though his grandfather’s store. He caught a very large splinter from the floor board.  The splinter embedded itself between his great toe and his second toe.  The splinter ran most of the distance of his little foot.

There was no such thing as emergency rooms back then.  There were very few doctors back then as well.  Whatever medical needs you had, you took care of at home.

My father’s family called him R. B because his father was known as Bruce.  Well, little R. B. started bleeding all over the place and Bruce picked him up and carried him to the butcher table.  This was the place where meat was cut up to sell.   My great-grandfather, Luther Jack, took a butcher knife and cut two slits on either side of the splinter from one end of R. B.’s foot to the other. Then, he picked out the splinter.

There was no such thing as Neosporin back then.  At least, there wasn’t in that store.  Great-grandpa Luther had to do something to keep it from getting infected, so he poured kerosene in the wound.

They bandaged R. B. up and off he went.  Aren’t you glad we have progressed in the area of emergency medicine?

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CPR Class At The American Red Cross

CPR Class At The American Red Cross

When I joined the Junior Iva Rescue Squad way back in 1977, I set myself a goal to

get the most training I could in First Aid and CPR.  I also decided to get the rest of the Junior Squad trained as best I could.  I did not have a rank or any authority in the squad, but I set out to get everyone trained.  I guess you could say I appointed myself as training officer.

I was already trained in multi-media first aid, which was a basic level of first aid training at the time.  I arranged with the American Red Cross in Anderson for the Junior Rescue Squad to take first aid classes and later C. P. R. classes. After that was completed, I arranged for us to take Advanced First Aid Classes.

Finally, we had all the C.P.R. and first aid classes available.  The next level was to become an instructor. The problem was I was the only one in the Junior Squad at the time who was at least 17.  I took the instructor classes.  I thought I would have to find classes to teach, but they seemed to find me.  I was always busy.  I was a volunteer so I did not get paid, but many of the classes were fun experiences.

I moved to Spartanburg to go to the University ofSouth Carolina-Spartanburg.  I let the Palmetto Chapter of the American Red Cross know that I was available to teach classes.  The Palmetto Chapter covers both Spartanburg and Union Counties of South Carolina, or at least it did at the time.

One day, the Palmetto Chapter called to ask if I could co-teach a class that Saturday.  As I remember it, a local plant needed to get all their foremen trained in C. P. R.  It seems they had an upcoming certification that required that foremen were C. P. R. trained. It had to be done that Saturday and there were more people than the Red Cross safety director thought one person could teach properly.

I had $5 to my name and just enough gas to get me to and from the Red Cross headquarters that Saturday.  The low fuel light was lit the whole time. It would be a few days before I would get any more money.   I thought that with five dollars I could get something to eat at Hardees, which was right there beside headquarters.

I showed up and met my co-instructor for the very first time.  He was one of the officers in the Chesnee Rescue Squad.  I think it was Rescue 8 but I am not sure.

Anyway, to make a short story long, as I am wont to do, he and I took turns with the lecture part and I ran the projector.  We both supervised the practical part of the class where students actually practice C. P. R. on Resusci Annie. 

It came time to break for lunch and I did a little straightening in the room. As I was doing that, one of the leaders of the group approached me and asked me if I was going to lunch.  I told him I was thinking about going to Hardees.  He said, “Why don’t you come to Quincy’s with us?”  Quincy’s was a steakhouse and was out of my budget at that moment.  I was honest with the man and told him I would, but I could not because I only had $5.  He said, “I did not ask you that.” The whole group went to Quincy’s.

I entered the line just behind my co-instructor.  The leader got in line just behind me.  As we go to the part of the counter where you get a salad bowl, he put a salad bowl on my tray.   He asked me what kind of steak I liked and I told him, “I usually get the number 9 cooked medium with a baked potato. But today I will just get the hamburger.” He said, “I did not ask you that." He asked what dessert I thought would be good. I told him, “I am a diabetic; I don’t eat desserts.”

When we approached the register, I told the cashier I wanted a hamburger.  The leader spoke up and said, “Cancel that hamburger.  He will have a number 9 cooked medium with a baked potato.”  I told him I could not afford that. He said, “I did not ask you that.”

The cashier totaled my order and it was triple what I had in my pocket.  I gulped and the leader took the ticket and paid it.

We ate and had a good time.  The foremen asked me what I was studying and did I like teaching at the Red Cross.  I told them I enjoyed it a great deal and I liked most of the people I met.

We finished lunch and walked back over to headquarters.  Finally, we had all the foremen certified in C. P. R.  As they were leaving, the leader handed me a $20 bill and I told him I could not accept it because I was a volunteer.  He offered a similar bill to my co-instructor and he said, “Give it to David.”  One of the men asked for my keys, saying he and one of the others were going to put the equipment I had brought back in Bird-2 (my car) for me. I gave them up wondering why it took two men to do what I had done by myself.

The leader, my co-instructor, and I talked for a little while and we started to leave.  The leader said, “David, you can’t take money for teaching, but we would like to give you money for gas .”  He handed me the two $20 bills that had been offered earlier.  I took it.

When I got back in Bird-2, I noticed the low fuel light was not on any more.  The guy that had borrowed my keys to “put equipment back in the car” had taken my car next door and filled the tank.

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Throwback Thursday 14 July 2016 Absorbine Junior

 

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Absorbine Junior

When I was a very young boy of about four or five years old, I was playing in a wading pool at my Grandmother McClendon’s house in Johnston, South Carolina.

While in the pool, somehow I got attacked by several red bugs. Red bugs are larva that bury themselves in the body and live off of skin cells.

My father decided that the cure for red bugs, also known as chiggers, was to apply Absorbine Junior to the red bug.

Now, Absorbine is a horse liniment. It is a substance that creates chemical heat to warm the muscles of horses so they can work better. Absorbine Junior was developed to be a little weaker so that humans could use it.

As I said, my father decided that a good cure for the red bug was to apply Absorbine Junior to the red bug. He decided to start by applying the Absorbine Junior to a red bug that had buried itself in my scrotum.

As soon as he made contact with the applicator, it burned with an intensity I cannot begin to describe.  I cried and screamed.  My father put me back in the water of the pool to cool me off.  It did not help.

After about an hour of intense pain, the Absorbine Junior wore off and I began to return to normal.

My father apologized for this and I forgave him UNTIL he told the following story.

My father attended Newberry College in Newberry, South Carolina on a football scholarship.  He was very good at football.

One day, one of his teammates confessed that he had jock itch very bad and that he needed some relief.  My father told him that Absorbine Junior would cure the jock itch.  After all, one of its uses is to kill athlete’s foot fungus.  This sounded reasonable.

The trusting football player stripped and laid down on the bed, exposing himself.  My father took the cap off the bottle so that the Absorbine Junior could be poured out of the bottle.  He then poured the Absorbine Junior all over the football player’s jock area.

Absorbine Junior goes on feeling cool but soon begins to warm up.  As soon as my father had poured the liquid on the player, he headed for the door.  

Once in the hallway, he could hear that the liquid had now warmed up and the football player was in pain. The player got up and proceeded to chase my father down the hallway.

My father ran out of an open window - they were on the second floor - and onto the roof of the porch.  He climbed down off the porch roof and ran across campus.  Meanwhile, the football player was standing on the porch roof, naked as could be, yelling obscenities at my father.

When I heard that my father had to have known that the Absorbine Junior would burn me, I got very mad at him.  That was years ago and I can still remember the pain.

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