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Very
few families on the street that I lived (West Fifth St.) had a family doctor.
What we did have was the Carney Hospital on Old Harbor St. run by the Daughters
of Charity of St Vincent de Paul. If you broke a bone or needed stitches to
close a wound the emergency room was minutes away. If you had the flu or a
runny nose then the morning clinic was available. However before you saw the
doctor you had to pass the muster of Mother Superior who ran a one person
Triage. As a young boy I never feared anyone more than the Nun with the winged
white hat. Only years later when a First Sergeant barked at me during basic
training at Fort Dix, NJ did I experience a similar fear. Had the Mother
Superior been involved in WWII I am sure it would have ended 2 years earlier.
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