03-02-2011, 11:30 PM
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When I was 5 yrs.of age (1950) my folks moved to Florida & stayed with friends in Jacksonville, Fl. for a couple of nights. I was bouncin' up & down on bed with my older sister & she landed on my legs. Next morning I couldn't move them.Taken to doctor & he told my parents to take me to Variety children's hospital in coral Gables Fl. Which they did. They didn't want to move that far south. No choice. I had contracted Polio.
03-02-2011, 11:59 PM
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Oh dragon and Mags, such sad little memories for you both.Mags, I should imagine the toy elephant was a comfort to you while in hospital too!!!
dragon, How scary for your family, hearing this news. Did you recover ok from the polio?
Rainbow x
PS. Mags, just given me an idea for a Thread .........
04-02-2011, 12:13 AM
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3 very long months! I was in isolation for 2 wks. & my mom had to look in window from outside of hospital walls to chat with me.Hot packs, shots, seeing lung machines that other kids were in (I wasn't).
All of us in cribs, and each day found another child had died during night.
1950 was not a year I'll soon forget.
04-02-2011, 12:13 AM
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Originally Posted by dragon
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When I was 5 yrs.of age (1950) my folks moved to Florida & stayed with friends in Jacksonville, Fl. for a couple of nights. I was bouncin' up & down on bed with my older sister & she landed on my legs. Next morning I couldn't move them.Taken to doctor & he told my parents to take me to Variety children's hospital in coral Gables Fl. Which they did. They didn't want to move that far south. No choice. I had contracted Polio.
My earliest memory is starting school and those tiny toilets! Can remember keep asking to go to the toilet and then sitting there and crying and refusing to come out because I just wanted to go home!!
04-02-2011, 12:21 AM
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Originally Posted by dragon
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3 very long months! I was in isolation for 2 wks. & my mom had to look in window from outside of hospital walls to chat with me.Hot packs, shots, seeing lung machines that other kids were in (I wasn't).
All of us in cribs, and each day found another child had died during night.
1950 was not a year I'll soon forget.
Feel shocked to read this. Just so sad being so young and having to endure not only the medication treatment, but the isolation from those you love. As for those children dying each night ......
Coming home must have been such a wonderful experience
for you all.
Rainbow x
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