In the mid 1950s at 3 years of age, I apparently had a minor bout with the polio virus but never knew it. My parents worked hard to keep it a secret. At one point in time, I was with my parent to what I later learned was THE only brace shop available at the time. Dad met with a man in a white coat in private away from Momma and me.
Some years later, Momma mentioned something about the braces I was supposed to have had as a toddler and Daddy made it very clear the the subject of that time was to NEVER be spoken again. I have read that the common standard for starting a polio patient with braces was to brace from the hipsvto the toes. Itvwas easier on the patient to remove unnecessary support to make it seem as if progress was underway instead of having to add additional support. I have to wonder if Daddy was shown some new ones like these and refused to impliment that form of treatment. We did change doctors over some type of treatment plan disagreement. I crawled on hands and knees until I started school a couple years later. It has been a mystery over the years as pieces of the puzzel were gathered and fitted into place.
My neurologist tested and determined I had the signs of polio in my past after a knee collasped and 59 years later, the second trip to a braceshop ended later with a pair that I still use to keep my knees from hyperextending. My knees are no longer in constant pain and I find the fit and function is comfortable. But I do wonder what would it have been if Daddy and Momma had agreed with the doctor. One thing for sure, there would have been no secret kept.
I was a prisoner here in 1992 and that very pretty building used to house hundreds of convicts. The screened in porches on either end of the building was where we could sit outside after lockdown. Seeing this photo brought chills to my soul. I still remember the haunted nights inside that building and the things both long term guards and inmates would tell of seeing in its walls...... Glad that part of my life is long behind me though the memories of 2 years there will stay with me forever. Extremely haunted.
I just found out about this place and want to go and see it for myself
what the best way to go in .isnt there a park and ride up the road and is it a good idea to park at night
ive been in there several times really creepy at night theres many buildings and bout 95 acres of tunnel underground im told by a guard that caught me n my friends in there once several years ago but look it up on google earth or just visit it you wont be dissappointed for more chat bout it hit me up on myspace my email is kriptyk420@aim.com
Sure would like to get my hands on some of those engines. For those not in the know, they're Multifuels out of military trucks. Now, where to I sign up to get some?
Some years later, Momma mentioned something about the braces I was supposed to have had as a toddler and Daddy made it very clear the the subject of that time was to NEVER be spoken again. I have read that the common standard for starting a polio patient with braces was to brace from the hipsvto the toes. Itvwas easier on the patient to remove unnecessary support to make it seem as if progress was underway instead of having to add additional support. I have to wonder if Daddy was shown some new ones like these and refused to impliment that form of treatment. We did change doctors over some type of treatment plan disagreement. I crawled on hands and knees until I started school a couple years later. It has been a mystery over the years as pieces of the puzzel were gathered and fitted into place.
My neurologist tested and determined I had the signs of polio in my past after a knee collasped and 59 years later, the second trip to a braceshop ended later with a pair that I still use to keep my knees from hyperextending. My knees are no longer in constant pain and I find the fit and function is comfortable. But I do wonder what would it have been if Daddy and Momma had agreed with the doctor. One thing for sure, there would have been no secret kept.