A bit over a half century ago, a television repairman, named Mr. Hall made a house call at my Great Aunt Nola’s home. He didn’t know he would make a delivery on that Saturday morning.
He began by confirming my pending arrival and went back to work on the ailing tv set. I have heard the fellow remained rather calm. He shared that he had delivered a few of his own.
As time went on, Mr. Hall checked in long enough to declare I was indeed a baby and suggest the caul be removed.
Not long after the declaration, a doctor showed up. These were the days where everything in contact with the newly born had to be scrubbed and boiled. He kept saying, “The Germs. The Germs.”
He took my germy self into the kitchen where Saturday breakfast dishes cluttered the sink. “The Germs.”
Finally, my mom and my germy self were checked into the hospital. I was too germy to put with the other babies, so they kept me in the laundry room.
I personally don’t remember any of this and have compiled this brief retelling from first hand witnesses. My mom, my dad, My great Aunt and Uncle are the major contributors. I have no idea about the first hand story that Mr. Hall has been telling and retelling over the years.
As I write this, I am thinking this must be the reason I am so attached to my hand sanitizer. Mr. Hall, if you are still out there, thanks for confirming my existence. To the rest of you, have a great day!
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4 responses to “House Calls: TV Repair isn’t What it Used to Be!”
Greetings Sally — you’ve come a long way — found you moderating at Audrey … we, here, are in the midst of moving. But, despite a very “marginal” (at best, internet service, I do try and keep up with your news and work)
Q (aka – Peter Knight)
I’ll be letting you know of our new location RSN. No telephone, No computer — but I can be found at
peter@byknight.com
Best regards, Milady
Q
Wow, I can hardly believe my eyes! It is Q! Everyone, it is Q. He was around to loan me a fire extinguisher when I wrote If I Should Die in November 2007. Great to see you!
Sally (Impressed you found me outside of my K. C. Morlock Robes)
Congratulations on your book soon to be released. I’m so glad they didn’t leave you in the laundry room, Sally! 🙂
Polilla! I am glad, too. They did charge my dad for the delivery and I think although he has crossed over, he still rants about how unfair the healthcare system was in 1956.
Sally