Vickie was famous in our family for her klutz attacks. We used to tease her that she could trip on a hair laying on the carpet. One major klutz attack that happened at the Radnor road house happened in the backyard. Someone, and it was never clear who, left my fathers scathe in the back yard lying in the grass. This meant that a razor sharp foot long blade was lying exposed within the grass. Vickie somehow managed to step on the up turned blade. Thankfully, only her pinky toe was caught on the blade though cutting it nearly off.
Vickie ran into the house trailing massive amounts of blood as she ran. My parents, upon seeing the blood, asked no questions, dad just picked her up and ran to the car with her. Both my parents got in the car and left. I watched after my younger sisters and cleaned up the blood in the house. It was very frightening. Our neighbor came over after a while to watch after us and make us supper while we waited for a parent to return. Finally, late in the evening, my father came home and told us Vickie was doing ok, they had stitched her up and stopped the bleeding but they had to keep her in the hospital. People at that time frequently died of blood poisoning or "lock jaw" brought on by rust or dirt and the hospital had to be careful that Vickie did not develop either.
After a few days in the hospital Vickie came home using crutches. She was unable to place her foot on the floor at all as it caused the stitches to burst open. It took a very long time to heal but it finally did. Vickie has always been accident prone and never had your average accidents.
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