Caring and Curing

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 08
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1976
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 325605
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Title Caring and Curing
Description made the decision that led to my being a country doctor for the rest of my life. Sanpete Valley had only two old doctors. The little towns were badley in need of medical assistance. I wanted to live in a small town, be a country doctor, and cure and comfort the sick. A young lawyer felt sorry for me. Here I was, a young man far from home and family, so he took me home to share his room, his mother's cooking, and his family. Within a year I had married his sister and soon worked closely with his brother, who became a druggist. They were my family. Manti welcomed me. I soon had all the work I could manage, and then some! People came from neighboring towns, and I went to them. It was so good after years of study in Chicago and internship in the big Cook County Hospital, to go into people's homes, to stay and help until a crisis had passed, a baby had been born, a child with whooping cough had settled down for the night, the pain in the broken leg had been lessened, or the dear old grandfather had died, with his family and his doctor doing all they could to alleviate the suffering and anxiety during those last hours. This is the type of medicine I have practiced all my life. There has been a close bond between my patients and me. We were friends living near one another, helping one another, raising our children together, getting together to bring a theater, a library, a store, and small factories into Manti. I doctored not only the people, but their dogs and horses, and they helped me catch my horse and sometimes went along for the ride, as I went on my rounds. When I drove that little red car, the first one in Manti, they would prop it up while I changed a tire (no jacks then), or they brought out their team of horses to pull me out of ditches. Mud and snow were part of the roads of that time. I often think of how I must have looked riding a horse, with my little black bag clenched in front of me on the saddle. The first winter, in an effort to keep warm on the long rides, I bought a bearskin coat. It was big and clumsy and ugly, but it did keep me warm, and people recognized me from a distance by my bulky coat. Manti was a typical, small agricultural town. No one was really rich, and many were very poor. I had come to take care -10-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 8
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2021-05-06
ID 325519
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