Living in the 50s

Not long after my brother was born, probably in the fall of 1952 because I had started school, he had a condition called intussusception. This is where the small intestine goes into the large intestine – in simplest terms – otherwise google it. This was serious and required surgical correction. He had surgery in Hotel Dieu, a hospital on the south side of Beaumont, on the west bank of the Neches River. This was successful and Terry sports a scar to this day. I am still astounded that they could diagnose it and fix it in a 4 month old infant

My most intense memory from this incidenr was when I walked home from school on the day of his surgery and went into the house, my dad was waiting for me (I assume mom was at the hospital with Terry). He took me in his arms and burst into tears. He told me that he was so happy that Terry was going to be ok and the he loved us both. I was a little scared by his crying.

I had never seen him cry before.