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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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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McClendon Studios Presents: Look, Mommy, Scissors!

McClendon Studios Presents:Look Mommy Scissors

Suzanne and I, along with our oldest boy Jared, were in the process of moving into our very first apartment.  This was apartment 17-C Country Club Lane in Anderson, South Carolina.  Jared was almost 2 years old.

We had everything scattered about everywhere because of the nature of having to move everything a lot faster than we had intended to.

Somewhere in all this chaos, Jared managed to find a pair of scissors.  He walked towards Suzanne and me opening and closing the scissors.

Both of us tried to remain calm and keep him from hurting himself with them.  Well, he somehow managed to snip the corner of his eye and it was bleeding profusely.  Suzanne handed me a washcloth and my keys and I ran out the door.  I put Jared in his car seat and jumped in the van and took off.

 I turned on the emergency flashers. I was driving as fast as I could, but still stopping at all the red lights.  A city police car pulled up beside me with his blue lights on and he rolled down his window.

 I rolled down the van window and he asked me, “What’s wrong?”  I replied, “My baby cut his eye with some scissors.”  The officer told me to follow him.  He gave me a police escort to the emergency room and I pulled up to the emergency room door.

I exited the van and got Jared.  I threw my keys to the security guard and told him the paper work was in the van and the cop could arrest me inside as soon as Suzanne got there.

I entered the emergency room and, even though it was typical to wait a long time for triage for some reason, I was taken back to a room immediately upon walking in the door.

As we entered the treatment room, I put Jared on the bed and it was then I noticed that I had left the house wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts that did not cover all I would have preferred they covered.  My chest hair was matted with Jared’s blood and I looked like a gunshot victim.

The guard brought the keys to the van and said, “The cop just said for you to go home when you get done.  Don’t worry about a ticket.”

Shortly, Suzanne arrived with my pants.  We waited a very short time and Dr. Gregory Baird arrived and checked Jared out.  He determined that Jared’s eye was okay and that there should be no permanent damage. We were very thankful.

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Cutting the Grass

Probably the summer before the summer we moved from Inman to Iva I cut my leg. Actually my sister cut my leg. My sister and I were supposed to cut the grass.

We had been cutting it at this house for the last three years so I started cutting grass when I was about nine years old. It was my job to cut the back yard and the smaller of the two side yards and my sister’s job to mow the front yard and the larger of the two side yards.
My sister had to be in control of everything. She had decided that I would mow all of my part first.

The normal routine was that I would mow one of my sections then while I rested she would mow one of her sections. Well, I mowed one of mine and then stopped to rest. While I rested I rode my brother’s bike. It just happened to be there. Anyway, I was riding on it when my sister decided she did not want to do her part at that time. So, she told me to do my other part. I would not so she grabbed me and pulled me off of the bike.

There was a jagged edge on the fender and it cut me long and deep. The cut was right in the fold of the knee so when I tried to walk it pulled the skin open further.

My mother loaded me in the car and went in search for a doctor on Wednesday afternoon. Back then almost all doctor’s offices were closed on Wednesday after noon. We went to Doctors’ Memorial Hospital but they did not have an emergency room.

The hospital called a local surgeon and found one who was in his office. The doctors were Hanna, Hull, and Green. My doctor was doctor Green. I received eight stitches and a tetanus shot.

Meanwhile, back at the house, my sister has all of a sudden become the perfect sister to my little brother. She read him stories in the back yard and when my father got home she told him all about how I cut my leg. She of course left out the part where she assisted me.

A few weeks later it was time to have the stitches removed. Two days later I split back open. My mother would not take me back to the doctor so now I have a pretty ugly scar.