Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Friends, Romans, countrymen. Lend me your ears. Once upon a time when dinosaurs roamed the Earth and Chesapeake Bay Woman was a child, doctors made house calls. When she doesn't have two articles due for her second job and one hundred miles a day to drive for her primary job, never mind children to usher and house work to ignore, she will be sure to write about her house-calling doctor. Until then, Chesapeake Bay Mother has this to say about one Dr. Tabb from Gloucester.
BY CHESAPEAKE BAY MOTHER
"Dr. Harry Tabb was the only doctor in our area when I was a child. He made house calls and was the last person this child wanted to see approaching her bed. He came armed with lollipops and his kid act. I saw straight through the deception and proceeded to howl, a thing which set his teeth on edge. You could almost hear him enumerating the better ways he could make a living.
Descended from long-ago landed gentry in our small community of waterfront farms, he was tall, gray-haired, condescending and wore a fake smile which he thought worked especially well on dull-witted children. I showed him who wasn't so dumb. In spite of my efforts to intimidate him, I usually wound up getting a shot anyway and Dr. Tabb would have a sigh, shake his head in disgust, and bid my mother goodbye, leaving final instructions. On he would go to visit other sick people.
Interestingly, Dr. Tabb had a middle nickname which my Uncle Douglas gave him: Harry "Beacon" Tabb. It seems that all doctors share a weakness for fishing. I have known at least two others who were constantly obsessing over wetting a line in the river, and Dr. Tabb had it bad. On one outing, he and his companions were found tied up to a channel marker in the river, in the highest of bottled spirits and out of gas. The "party" was towed to shore, earning their host the derogatory middle name. My facts are now unverifiable but I believe this to be a faithful account.
I was getting ready for church one Sunday when Mother told me Dr. Tabb had died suddenly of a heart attack the night before as he sat down to dinner. At church I wept telling another of the event and she also burst into tears. He helped so many people in his time.
Though he inspired involuntary dread in me, he maintained a perfect record when it came to making me cry."
Chesapeake Bay Woman's Final Remarks In Spite of Her Opening Statement Which Says She's Too Busy to Write on Her Own Blog:
The house-calling doctor I will write about (whenever I have a minute) also relied quite heavily on the use of shots to the posterior region. Although I despised the shots, I will say we were rarely sick for more than a day, plus our mother was handed a pill or three to tolerate the arduous job of being the parent of sick children. No prescription required. It was a win-win for everyone.
Those were the days.