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From: "June Ramsey" <>
Subject: Re: [ARIZARD] off subject (Junebug)
Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2008 16:52:33 -0500
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Yeah! Betty Peggy was missed, and am glad she's back now we can have more
her input. makes it more intresting . I enjoyed it too. Peg. Love June


----- Original Message -----
From: "Betty McCollum" <>
To: <>
Sent: Wednesday, July 02, 2008 4:53 PM
Subject: Re: [ARIZARD] off subject (Junebug)


> Peggy:
> I enjoyed your story very much.
> Betty Mc
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "PEGGY TRUESDELL" <>
> To: <>
> Sent: Wednesday, July 02, 2008 10:12 AM
> Subject: Re: [ARIZARD] off subject (Junebug)
>
>
> > Hi, Lady! Thanks for writing me. Cataract surgery is very low risk
> > nowadays. I've kept up with your messages and am glad you've done so
> > well, in spite of those drops.
> >
> > My mother gave birth to me when she was 40 and my father was 43 (I was
> > the last one, for sure!) I slept with Mama and Daddy until I was six,
and
> > believe it was for birth control. <smile> Back to cataracts. My
> > father's became a problem soon after I was born. For years, he could
only
> > see forms, not features, so probably didn't know how cute I was! He had
> > cataract surgery when I was about eight -- on the first eye. The other
> > had to "ripen" and was done short time later.
> >
> > His doctor was Charles G. STUARD from Mississippi. He was a hero to
our
> > family and he attended my father's funeral in 1977. Many other family
> > members (aunts, uncles, etc.) went to him over the years.
> >
> > His surgery was done at Saint John's hospital at 21st & Utica in Tulsa.
> > My mother saw that I visited him (hospitalized few days) as she wanted
me
> > to have experience of what hospital was like. So like her, she was
always
> > teaching. It was an experience, as I had never seen Catholic nuns, who
> > were all over the hospital. And oh, the statues displayed in the
> > hallways. They were so life-like. AND, they're still there, because
I've
> > seen them many times. My three children were born there in the 60s and
I
> > saw them then. And have seen them on visits to people hospitalized.
> > There is one that no matter which way you approach it, the eyes are
fixed
> > on you.
> >
> >
> > They replaced lens in Daddy's eyes with thick glasses, and peripheral
> > vision was lost. This resulted in a tractor accident a few years later.
> > He was plowing, came to end of row, and when he made his turn, wheel at
> > edge of creek bank and tractor fell down bank into the creek. This was
at
> > back of our property and was lower. You could go past our barn a ways
and
> > see all over the back. Besides that, you could hear the tractor noise,
> > running back and forth although a good half mile away.
> >
> > It was in March and not too much water in creek. He managed to pull
> > himself over to the bank, and began to call for help. The three dogs
with
> > him were excited and every time he yelled, they barked. He got them to
> > come near him, and quieted them. The lady from across the road, Veda
> > KNOCHE, was visiting my mother. She was leaving and my mother followed
> > her outside. She heard a noise and said, "Something must be in my
> > chickens." So she went toward chicken houses, with Veda following her.
> > When she saw chickens were okay, but still heard "something" she
realized
> > she didn't hear the tractor. She went to investigate, with Veda still
> > following. Then, she didn't see or hear the tractor, but heard him more
> > clearly calling for help. She told Veda to call for help, so she called
> > an ambulance. My mother found him. His pelvis was broken and lung
> > punctured. The ambulance took him to Broken Arrow hospital on Main
> > Street, where he remained for some time.
> >
> > The dogs missed him so much. When he finally was brought home by
> > ambulance and in a hospital bed in the house, they would be so excited
> > when they heard his voice through the window. We never had dogs in the
> > house, but we brought them in to see him when he came home.
> >
> > Our school bus was about half mile away from our house when we met the
> > ambulance taking him to hospital. Veda met me when I got off bus to
tell
> > me, as my mother had gone with him in ambulance to hospital. I was
> > thirteen, and this was about only time in my life when I didn't talk --
> > because I was numbed and could hardly speak for several weeks. I would
> > leave school and walk almost a mile from junior high to see him, until
> > time for bus to be at elementary school on Main Street, where I caught
it
> > to go home.
> >
> > So this is only part of the story of how cataracts impacted our
family's
> > life. One of my father's brothers came to help me and my mother. One
of
> > my cousin's husbands came to help. We didn't plant crops that year, a
> > severe loss for us. We had livestock to care for, cows to milk. It was
a
> > difficult time.
> >
> > Through the years, I would see Dr. STUARD for examinations. He told me
> > that being exposed to sun hastened development of cataracts -- and to
> > always wear sunglasses when outside -- which I've always done. When my
> > daughter was about seven, they sent a note from school saying she was
> > having difficulty seeing the blackboard. I took her to Dr. STUARD and
> > remained in waiting room while he examined her, so maybe had only a
glance
> > of me. Even though I was married and he wouldn't have known name, he
> > obviously recognized me. His first words, "This doesn't run in your
> > family." She was nearsighted. He could say that because he had seen so
> > many of my family members.
> >
> > We were produce farmers, had acres planted of everything -- tomatoes,
> > berries, popcorn, sweet potatoes, all varieties of peas, beans,
cucumbers,
> > watermelons, cantaloupes, sweet peppers, hot peppers. Just everything.
> > My dad had a produce stand at Admiral & Memorial in Tulsa -- and we
hauled
> > produce every day to Trenton Market in Tulsa, where most of it was sold
on
> > consignment. We had dewberries and blackberries, long rows of them. My
> > father could grow most anything, but we had good sandy loam soil. When
I
> > came to Texas, and tried to shovel around the front of my apartment, I
> > began to sing, "Take me back to Tulsa." You can hardly dig here because
> > of outcropping. All of us worked very hard. I have said we made our
> > money sometimes a quarter at a time.
> >
> > Hopefully, I can write about how we lived. No one -- anywhere -- lives
> > like that now. Our life was so different, no car insurance, no health
> > insurance -- lot less responsibility in some ways. My parents didn't
buy
> > on credit. I asked my mother about the Depression, what affect did it
> > have on our family. She said they hardly noticed it. They acquired
more
> > land during the Depression. However, Daddy always remarked that the
> > Depression ended the year I was born -- 1937!
> >
> > Have a great day, June. My beloved sister was a June. Billie June who
> > died on Valentine's Day in 1993, two days before our mother. She was
> > twelve when I was born and was my surrogate mother. We were always
close.
> > We saw people in the same way, she would say after some our long visits.
> >
> > Peggy
> >
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