One day in 1939, my father was driving the curving
roads through Broadford, Virginia, probably on his way to work at his gas
station. Suddenly, a little boy darted into the road in front of his car. He
braked hard and swerved to avoid the child but to his horror, another boy chasing after the
first one appeared in his path. The sound of screeching tires and a thud from the impact of the soft body stung the air. Filled with dread, Verne jerked open the car
door and raced around the car to find the child lying beside the road, crying
out in pain from injuries to a leg bent at an odd angle. Others came running. Relief that the
boy was alive flooded Verne’s mind, but agony over the boy’s painful injury
filled his heart.
Ambulances may not have been available in the small valley
town, so the boy’s parents or neighbors may have driven him to the Saltville
hospital where Dr. C. C. Hatfield set his leg. Then again, Dr. Hatfield may even come to the scene as his home was not far away, and doctors made house calls in those days. Whatever the case, he boy was in the hospital for a few days after his surgery. Unfortunately, the leg never
healed properly, so the boy had a slight limp the rest of his life.
Dr. C. C. Hatfield and John Whitely, c. 1939. |
The boy's name
was John Campbell Whitely, nine-year-old son of Allen and Mary Whitely.[1]
Verne continued a friendship with John for many years and even offered to
send him to college, but the boy chose not to go.
Verne Troutman and John Whitely, c. 1939. |
[1]
1940 U. S. census, Rich Valley, Smyth County, Virginia, population schedule,
enumeration district 87-14, sheet 3-B, visit no. 42, Allen R. Whitely household;
digital image Ancestry.com
(http://ancestry.com ; accessed 16 November 2016); NARA microfilm publication
T-627, roll 4295.
Zola,
ReplyDeleteI want to let you know that your wonderful blog post is listed in today's Fab Finds post at http://janasgenealogyandfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/2016/11/follow-friday-fab-finds-for-november-18_18.html
Have a great weekend!
Thank you! How nice!
ReplyDeleteZola, I found you via Jana's Fab Finds and I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed reading this story and, especially, the photos!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Marian! I appreciate your letting me know.
ReplyDeleteI took piano lessons from Dr. Hatfield's wife years ago. She was an amazing lady.
ReplyDeleteThat's great. Unfortunately, I didn't know her or her husband, but my parents thought highly of them.
DeleteI also took piano lessons from Mrs. Hatfield. I remember climbing the steps of her stone house, entering the front door, walking over to the right and sitting in the chair waiting on my turn. I remember the large black grand piano with the room with the big windows. Mrs. Hatfield sat to the left of the piano bench on a chair. She had a little clock that sat on the piano, a pencil, and star stickers. That was my favorite 30 minutes each week. There was always something magical about going to piano lessons. She made a great impression on me. I loved her.
DeleteWhat great memories! Thank you for sharing.
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