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Show 252 the house until it was spotless, bathed myself and the children, cooked a good dinner. That night I dreamed I had had a baby, that a woman was there and the kitchen was warm and clean. The medical students, aware of my project, all managed to see the exhibit and I passed their anatomy test. All but Dr. Swinyard: "You have used a primiparae instead of a multiparae for the female model. " He was right; Elise's figure (at sixteen) was not that of a mother. * * * We were not through with disaster. One morning in May, 1941, my husband had gone to work at the Magna mill where he had been working for some time as a repairman on the maintenance crew. He had barely gotten to work when the crew was called on to fix a roll crusher. Tonnage was the god Kennecott worshipped, and a broken down machine could cut that considerable, so the men lost no time fixing it. It was customary sometimes to hook onto some part of the crusher before it had time to come to full stop, because the momentum could delay it for twenty minutes. A roller thus attached might climb up the cable which was lifting it. He had the top off the crusher, waiting for a chance to hook onto it. A rope dropped from somewhere-no one ever knew-and a hook in the end of the rope caught the cuff of his pants leg, pulled him into the crusher. I took a cab to the hospital when I got the telephone call, but he was already in the operating room. I tried to find out what had happened, how badly he was hurt, to no avail. I was not allowed in the operating room, so sat as near as I could, beseeching each nurse that came through the swinging doors. |
