Looking Back: February 27, 1973

     Dr. Allen Price sewed his head back together. He was 28 months old and weighed 27 lbs. His doctor said the force of  the dog bite elsewhere on his body would probably have been fatal. We were so happy to have him home in one piece. His Nana, knowing that he'd had a severe head injury, with the dog's teeth piercing into his skull, was worried that he might have suffered some lasting damage. She had prayed and lit candles, a shrine on the old buffet in the middle room.     
       She knew her prayers had been answered when, about 4 days later on our way home from the hospital, we stopped at  her house and the first thing he said was, "Nana, Did you get your mail?"  That was our errand that morning, as usual, to get her mail. The last he knew, the mail had been strewn all over the post office steps in our mad rush to get inside for help. Gloria Jensen did a wonderful job of calling the rescue squad, and Dave, and applying a whole box of tissues to David's head, after reassuring me his eye was still there.  Joyce Bills drove Marilyn to Nana's: afterward, she would say she thought Marilyn was at least 6 years old because  of the clarity of her directions. Somebody else moved my car, the Super Sport Convertible. I rode in the ambulance with David, who was remarkably calm and composed. I remember the driver was Bruce Daigle. Dr. Grattan was caring and helpful, and immediately spra

ng into action and took control of the situation.