Page 38 - Adobe Photoshop PDF
P. 38

had just graduated from University of Pennsylvania Medical School and
        was returning home to Salt Lake. Two areas on this trip left an indelible
        impression on me:
        1.  We drove down the highway in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, past the
            major steel producing plants. They were silent. No smoke whatso-
            ever came from their tall smoke stacks. No one was entering or leav-
            ing the plants. It was ghostly – and scary that the economy was so
            bad that these factories were all completely shut down.
        2.  We visited Nauvoo, Illinois and the Carthage Jail where Joseph and
            Hyrum Smith were murdered. To see the hole in the wooden door
            made by the bullet that struck and killed Hyrum Smith was a shock.
               “Rich” Bryner was a genial guy and he drove the car the entire
        way (Mother never learned to drive an automobile; I never understood
        why). I think the drive took us a week to get home. Dad was terribly
        GLVDSSRLQWHG DW WKH OLPLWHG SURJUHVV LQ ¿[LQJ P\ KDQG  , GRQ¶W EODPH
        him. The entire trip had cost him a lot of money and we had been away
        for two months. June had pitched in to cook and care for Dad, Sam and
        Gord while Mother had been gone.
               As I grew up in the 1930s I found it hard to enter a hospital to see
        a friend or relative there. The hospitals then reeked of the smell of rub-
        bing alcohol and anesthetics – all of which I hated.  These trips, though,
        opened up a wider world to me that, as a boy from Salt Lake, I didn’t
        know even existed.  For example, when I was in Washington D.C., when
        the bus crossed into Virginia, the bus driver halted the bus, the whites
        moved to the front, and the “Negros” moved to the back.  I had never
        experienced segregation and asked my mother to explain it to me.
               In 1938, I took the Greyhound Bus to Berkeley, where I spent
        the summer living with Grant, Laurine, Mary and Ida Laurine. I loved
        those two little girls. Grant had recommended the services of Gerald
        Gray, a surgeon in Oakland. Grant and I visited him for a review of what
        could be done and I extracted a promise from Dr. Gray that he would use
        local anesthetic exclusively. A few days later Dr. Gray operated (with
        Grant assisting) in his private treatment room, which was part of his of-
        ¿FHV  +H RSHUDWHG IRU WZR KRXUV RU PRUH  $IWHU DQ KRXU , DVNHG WR VHH
        what they had accomplished, and was allowed to sit up and look. I was


                                         34
   33   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43