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My favorite possession
Is a cheapo display cabinet that's in my living room. Although it is mighty fine and I got it for a song at the Rescue Mission downtown, it's actually the contents that are importantmy grandfather's doctoring tools. He was a general practitioner in rural Upstate New York. Started his practice right after WWI, where he served as a medic. I have his green canvas wallet complete with tools for stitching up wounds and a flat spool of thread. I also have several sets of those head tong things that doctors used to use to grab baby's head and pull it out of the birth canal. The medicine cases are especially coolleather with a snap closures, they open like a book, and the sides within are lined with glass tubes with stoppers. Back then, in rural Upstate New York at least, it made sense for the doctors to compound the meds for their patients during the visit. I think they appreciated this. The also appreciated the fact that he would take nonmonetary payments if necessary. His handwritten labels are on each glass tube in these cases, and the ingredients are still there after all these years. One of the tubes is labeled heroin. No,[url=http://www.floware.fr]michael kors paris[/url], I have not dipped in a fingernail.
Several packages of medicines are complete and intact
Camphostyl Sparteine Adynamies Bronchopneumonie, pneumonie defaillances cardiaques collapses: a box of about 20 small glass ampules filled with amber fluid.
Kanteek Atomizer: it also still has some sort of fluid in the chamber. I will not be squirting this thingmight be SARS or something in there.
It's a good thing he stocked a lot of anesthetics, because some of the tools appear to have been put to painful uses. Large metal and glass syringes are secured in cases. The needles to these things look like they'd do a nice job sewing rawhide. An ear examination device is still in its leather box, with the label Welch Allyn Co. Auburn, NY. Being a generalist, he also had some scary snipping tools, what looks to be some sort of tissue or bone spreader, and the tiniest speculum you ever saw.
A small leather case with purple velvet interior has faded gold lettering that reads Meyrowitz Brothers, 296 and 297 Fourth Avenue, New York. This case holds a Boynton Ophthalmoscope, a delicatelooking device with a lovely bone handle that was used to peer into the eyeballs and through to the soul, I think.
And yo, the books! (yes I'm a dorka medical editor dork who likes this kind of stuff)
Essentials of Prescription Writing, published in 1917first page is inscribed with my grandfather's name and Syracuse College of Medicine.
Appleton's Medical Dictionary, published in 1904a footthick tome.
Appleton's Medical Dictionary, abridged version, published in 1916.
Merck Manual Eight Edition, published in 1950.
Dorland's Medical Dictionary, Ninth Edition, published in 1918.
Credulity and Cures, a 1919 reprint from Jama on the subject of malingering.
The rubber tubes of his stethoscope are clearly aged. I never touch it, because I'm afraid it will turn into rubber crumbs. But the handband with the circular reflective thing on the forehead is in good shape. The headband is leather and the reflective thing is very very shiny, No touchingyou'll smudge it.
An old microscope in perfect condition and with all the parts still stored in its wooden box.
An Eastman Studio Scalea 2tray affair with all the weights snug in their compartments.
A centrifuge thingie with a hand crank that spins 2 metal test tubes.
And maybe the best part of the lottwo worn leather doctor's bags carried by none other than Norman Luther Woodford, MD (18961985). When I open the cabinet doors, the smell, so strongly medicinal, yet it takes me right back to this tall kind man, and to my grandmother, aunts, and cousins et al. And to his placea big home on a beautiful lake. Summertime, playing hide and seek in a cornfield with stalks that towered above our heads and getting hopelessly lost in it. Eating 4 ears of corn on the cob for dinner and nothing else. Playing all day in the dusty playground except for swim breaks. Falling off the tall slide and getting my chin stitched up in his office off the library (for the 3rd time). Walking the old unused train tracks looking for spikes. Worrying that the armload of spikes that we pulled out of the tracks would cause a derailment. Sneaking up to the Corner Store for RedHot Jawbreakers. Sweet stuff.