The Ladies Page

COUNTRY ECHOES


| January/February 1975



BRANDON WISCONSIN RR-2 53919

We are traveling along a highway going north toward Iron Mountain, Michigan, as I begin writing. Our mission up north is not a happy one. Sometimes one wonders about all the people one meets upon these highways. What is their story? Where are they going?

As for us, we are on our way to visit my husband's sister who was struck down by a car three weeks ago. How seldom we stop to consider what we might do to another human being when we get behind the steering wheel of our metal machines and drive hither and yon. This is our second trip to see her.

What started out to be a pleasure trip to view the beautiful autumn scenery our Wisconsin produces, ended up in six fractures to her body, and the loss of her right thumb. My dear sister-in-law is seventy years of age, which isn't in her favor. How little we know of what a day can bring. But we arrived safely.

It is now the next day as I take this up again. Iron Mountain, Mitch, boasts the 'World's Highest Ski Jump.' They claim a drop of 340 feet. On our first visit here we went out to see it while the nurses were getting Mildred readied for the day. With a pelvis broken on both sides, and one leg in traction, this is no small matter. The two of us, and her husband, drove out to look at this sport's structure. After having seen, the day before, what an accident can do to a human body, I stood there in wonderment. How could any person risk their bones in such a fashion, I asked myself? How?

And yet we had been on a busy highway traveling 170 miles, one way, with cars and big trucks behind us, before us, beside us, and we take it for granted, 'Nothing is going to happen to us!' But the law of averages says 'It MAY happen to YOU.' This is the first really bad accident in our family for years. Now it has come home, to us.