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It was a winter like this in Oklahoma City, circa 1963. Rhonda was two which
means we had been married for four years. Even though I had been raised in
a big family with all the up and downs of health issues there never is enough
education on that front to prepare a young wife for dealing with emergencies.
Rod was going to work every day through blowing blizzard conditions exactly like
today, literally with his hand holding his face. During the night I kept vaporizer
going, put hot compresses on his face and, then, it was aspirins for the pain.
His suffering caused me to start getting him into doctors supposedly for sinus pain.
Antibiotic worked for a while and then back again to the same old issue with his sinus pain. Finally I called a dentist and explained our dilemma. To make a long story short, the dentist’s x-ray found a tooth growing up almost
into Rod’s sinuses. As soon as the tooth was pulled my husband said he felt
immediate relief.
Several weeks ago I went through a regimen with Rod’s bad cold knowing full
well he has gone into what the doctor called, “walking pneumonia.” Every known old wives tale, and anything else of health giving recipes I went through until I told a friend I was sure my mind was flying out the window. Victory finally rewarded me and he was back to his old self.
As the wind whips and blows powdery snow all around this hill house I’m so
thankful Rod is well. Yesterday before the storm hit he was busily readying the
generator, bringing in wood for the wood stove, filling the water containers so we will have cold and hot water for drinking. Yesterday he came bundling through the door with sacks of groceries. He did all this a day early without the inconvenience of ice and snow on the highway. So it goes, what goes around comes around, good or bad.
Thankfully, in this case, good.
My grandson tells me his father, my son, has been called out because half the electricity is out in town. Most of those folks don’t have wood stoves. On the other hand the animals had to be watered and the boy said his tracks were already covered before he went back into the house.
“We are seven degrees!” Came a casual comment. From Rodney as he pulls off layers of clothing from being out to check on the dog pen.
“They can stay in their warm dog house today.” Rod mutters.
“I gave everyone hay, horses, cows, goats, all got hay, and the hogs got their feed and water. Mom’s heating up some corn soup and making fry bread.” And I’m thinking, ‘All’s well on the Anna Marie. As soon as Rod gets the water unthawed in the well house all will be well on the Rhonda Lou.”
means we had been married for four years. Even though I had been raised in
a big family with all the up and downs of health issues there never is enough
education on that front to prepare a young wife for dealing with emergencies.
Rod was going to work every day through blowing blizzard conditions exactly like
today, literally with his hand holding his face. During the night I kept vaporizer
going, put hot compresses on his face and, then, it was aspirins for the pain.
His suffering caused me to start getting him into doctors supposedly for sinus pain.
Antibiotic worked for a while and then back again to the same old issue with his sinus pain. Finally I called a dentist and explained our dilemma. To make a long story short, the dentist’s x-ray found a tooth growing up almost
into Rod’s sinuses. As soon as the tooth was pulled my husband said he felt
immediate relief.
Several weeks ago I went through a regimen with Rod’s bad cold knowing full
well he has gone into what the doctor called, “walking pneumonia.” Every known old wives tale, and anything else of health giving recipes I went through until I told a friend I was sure my mind was flying out the window. Victory finally rewarded me and he was back to his old self.
As the wind whips and blows powdery snow all around this hill house I’m so
thankful Rod is well. Yesterday before the storm hit he was busily readying the
generator, bringing in wood for the wood stove, filling the water containers so we will have cold and hot water for drinking. Yesterday he came bundling through the door with sacks of groceries. He did all this a day early without the inconvenience of ice and snow on the highway. So it goes, what goes around comes around, good or bad.
Thankfully, in this case, good.
My grandson tells me his father, my son, has been called out because half the electricity is out in town. Most of those folks don’t have wood stoves. On the other hand the animals had to be watered and the boy said his tracks were already covered before he went back into the house.
“We are seven degrees!” Came a casual comment. From Rodney as he pulls off layers of clothing from being out to check on the dog pen.
“They can stay in their warm dog house today.” Rod mutters.
“I gave everyone hay, horses, cows, goats, all got hay, and the hogs got their feed and water. Mom’s heating up some corn soup and making fry bread.” And I’m thinking, ‘All’s well on the Anna Marie. As soon as Rod gets the water unthawed in the well house all will be well on the Rhonda Lou.”