Only two of us had broken bones and luck wasn't on Mum's side in either case. Erin also broke her arm running for the school bus after school, but this time Mum put her straight into the car to get into the Doctor. As they reached the first houses in town, to Mum's horror a young child ran in front of the car. Our eldest brother was biking home from work at that very time, so the child and his mother, and Kerry, along with Mum and Erin, all went on to the Doctor. The child did have a broken arm as a result of this accident, and ever afterwards, Mum followed that family, by frequently visiting, and sending cards for birthdays and Christmas. It was only many, many years later, when the same type of incident happened to me, that I could empathise totally with how Mum felt that day.
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.