I remember when I was in, maybe, the 2nd grade. I got the mumps and measles and chicken pox all within a year or so. I can still see the view from my mom's bed, feel the crisp clean white sheets (that's the only color they came in back then!). I can still see old Dr. Dawson coming in to check on me (what, wait a minute, did doctors really make house calls???). No, we weren't rich, far from it. He lived right up the road from us and SERVED our community, til the day he died. He was far from perfect, I've heard of his flaws, but he had a sweet, dry sense of humor, funny how those memories remain.
I've also heard stories of how country doctors accepted pigs, chickens, eggs, whatever anyone had to give, in exchange for services. I can just imagine me, nowadays, walking into Urgent Care with a chicken.
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