WAITING FOR BIOPSY LAB REPORT & LOCAL CHILDREN'S WALK TO SCHOOL EVOKED MEMORIES FROM PAST
By OLIVENE GODFREY
Earlier this week, I had a biopsy of the Actinic keratosis on my right shoulder. The growth is a premalignant condition .
Two specimens were sent to a pathologist to examine. I have an appointment with my doctor in a few days to discuss the lab report. I will keep you posted on what happens next.
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This morning's Dalton newspaper, The Daily Citizen, had a front page article with picture of students and family members and a police escort walking to school to promote healthy living among the youngsters and also better the environment. As I read the article my mind flew back to the first day of school for me when I was five-years-old. My mother had twin babies to care for and my daddy drove our car to work. So, Mother enlisted the aid of an older child who lived next door to walk with me that first day. And, that marked the day, for various reasons, I would start a period in life in which I walked or rode my bike almost everywhere I went.
When I was older, I rode my bike to take piano lessons at my teacher's house on Saturday mornings. She lived on a road that was named Ringgold Road and which is a heavily traveled highway now. But, in those days, I didn't have any problems on my Saturday morning trips. I also rode my bike after school on neighborhood streets. When my family moved to a small town in northwest Georgia, Tunnel Hill, I was 13 and I practically lived on my bike during those early teen years.
It was at that time that the Greyhound buses that traveled U.S. 41 became an important part of my life. If my friends and I needed or just wanted to go to nearby Dalton or any other north Georgia town we caught a Greyhound to take us to our destination. And this was during World War 11 and we had no choice but to walk or ride the trusty Greyhound to go out of town. In those days, the buses would often be filled with U.S. sailors and soldiers and we girls had a great time flirting with these young men. Then, we lived a couple of years in a town, Calhoun, Georgia, south of Dalton, where I graduated from high school and during those years we continued to walk or catch a Greyhound wherever we wanted to go.
We moved to Dalton shortly before World War II ended. Daddy didn't have a car and all of the family still walked. The twins were still in school and walked home for lunch every school day. It was at least a mile from our house to downtown Dalton but we thought nothing of walking to town to shop, attend a movie or just to hang out with friends at the Snack Bar. My cousin, Ernestine, who lives in Chattanooga, recently reminded me of the enjoyable trips I made via Greyhound to visit with her and her family. Then, I went to work and live in Chattanooga for several months before my late husband, Ralph, and I married and I walked everywhere in the Big City. After we married in 1947, I still walked to shop or go to the library to stock up on books. We still walked a lot and it was about 1950 when I got a car and started the trend of riding everywhere I went.
After living in Florida several years, we, with our baby son, Barry, returned to Georgia, and eventually settled in Chatsworth GA where I continued to practically live in my car. And, during those years I launched my writing career and seldom walked.
But, I've made it to 80 so the early walking must have helped.
See you next time.
By OLIVENE GODFREY
Earlier this week, I had a biopsy of the Actinic keratosis on my right shoulder. The growth is a premalignant condition .
Two specimens were sent to a pathologist to examine. I have an appointment with my doctor in a few days to discuss the lab report. I will keep you posted on what happens next.
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This morning's Dalton newspaper, The Daily Citizen, had a front page article with picture of students and family members and a police escort walking to school to promote healthy living among the youngsters and also better the environment. As I read the article my mind flew back to the first day of school for me when I was five-years-old. My mother had twin babies to care for and my daddy drove our car to work. So, Mother enlisted the aid of an older child who lived next door to walk with me that first day. And, that marked the day, for various reasons, I would start a period in life in which I walked or rode my bike almost everywhere I went.
When I was older, I rode my bike to take piano lessons at my teacher's house on Saturday mornings. She lived on a road that was named Ringgold Road and which is a heavily traveled highway now. But, in those days, I didn't have any problems on my Saturday morning trips. I also rode my bike after school on neighborhood streets. When my family moved to a small town in northwest Georgia, Tunnel Hill, I was 13 and I practically lived on my bike during those early teen years.
It was at that time that the Greyhound buses that traveled U.S. 41 became an important part of my life. If my friends and I needed or just wanted to go to nearby Dalton or any other north Georgia town we caught a Greyhound to take us to our destination. And this was during World War 11 and we had no choice but to walk or ride the trusty Greyhound to go out of town. In those days, the buses would often be filled with U.S. sailors and soldiers and we girls had a great time flirting with these young men. Then, we lived a couple of years in a town, Calhoun, Georgia, south of Dalton, where I graduated from high school and during those years we continued to walk or catch a Greyhound wherever we wanted to go.
We moved to Dalton shortly before World War II ended. Daddy didn't have a car and all of the family still walked. The twins were still in school and walked home for lunch every school day. It was at least a mile from our house to downtown Dalton but we thought nothing of walking to town to shop, attend a movie or just to hang out with friends at the Snack Bar. My cousin, Ernestine, who lives in Chattanooga, recently reminded me of the enjoyable trips I made via Greyhound to visit with her and her family. Then, I went to work and live in Chattanooga for several months before my late husband, Ralph, and I married and I walked everywhere in the Big City. After we married in 1947, I still walked to shop or go to the library to stock up on books. We still walked a lot and it was about 1950 when I got a car and started the trend of riding everywhere I went.
After living in Florida several years, we, with our baby son, Barry, returned to Georgia, and eventually settled in Chatsworth GA where I continued to practically live in my car. And, during those years I launched my writing career and seldom walked.
But, I've made it to 80 so the early walking must have helped.
See you next time.
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