My greats, Kevins accident reminded me of Reggies. We were at camp Qanalik. Nice, brite, sunny, warm day, back then, the boys of that age, he musta been7 or 8, made n built their own boats, tied them to a stick with a string and run up and down the river bank. We had a big, long, forever sandbar for the boys play field. Their sound: urrrrrrrrr, urrrrrrr, rmmmmm (motor sound). Well, he was where we chopped wood and using the axe to makin his boat, and he sliced off his middle L fingernail. He ran in to the tent,,mom, bandaid, bandaid. Bleeding all over, mom grabs his hand, excited, I ran out to the axe and retrieved his nail part of the finger, ran down to the riverfront, washed it off and ran to the tent. There mom had already put sugar on his finger. I gave her the finger piece, she placed it back, added more sugar and wrapped it with sugar sack. He was hollering for bandaid, like we had. Later, she chewed on caribou fat to keep the cut from infecting, and rewrapped it with sugar sack. The finger nail healed and I never asked him if his nail always grow. LOL, good afternoon.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 00:25:58 +0000
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