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Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Tuesdays with Gindy Big Splinter

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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Tuesday, July 19, 2016

McClendon Studios Presents:: Big Splinter






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Big Splinter


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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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Chapter 4 Molly Visits the Doctor

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Molly Grace, while being a normally obedient child, had found a puppy in an alley between Suzanne’s Photo Shop and the vacant building next door. The puppy appeared to be very sick. Since
Molly Grace was a soft-hearted animal lover, she found a box and took the puppy over to Barry “Doc” Jones’ house.

 Doc was the local doctor who also owned the local drug store where he served as the pharmacist as well as the soda jerk and clerk.

Molly brought the puppy to Doc’s house and he had her put the puppy on the front porch while he went inside to get his bag. He soon returned and started examining the dog. Molly was standing on the porch in plain view of the street when Robert drove by.

Robert recognized his daughter right away. He stopped the car and walked up and said, “Hello, Molly Grace. Daddy is here to take you home.“

Doc did not know the whole story, but he knew enough to be concerned. Although he was over ninety years old, he was ready to fight Robert if he had to.

He told Molly Grace to go into the house and call the police. Doc stepped between Robert and the front door. Robert pushed Doc to the ground and made it to the door just as Molly Grace locked it. She was able to call the police just before Robert broke through the door.


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