Black Diphtheria

Black Diphtheria

When I was in Port Dover one summer I met some American girls who were interested in art and we used to go out sketching along the River Lynn and other picturesque places around Dover. We were out on one of our daily sketching tours down by the fishing boats and the dock when I was overcome by a feeling of dreadful sickness. I went home to Grandma as I was running a high fever. She called the Doctor and when he came he diagnosed my illness as a particularly violent case of Black Diphtheria. I will never forget how I suffered. My throat was swollen to the point where I could hardly swallow and was filled with a grey, crepy phlegm. The Doctor told me to gargle with hot salt water. This seemed to help me and to relieve the soreness. Of course, in those days they did not have the wonder drugs that they have now, and I consider myself lucky to have survived this dreadful illness.

Boating on the River Lynn in Port Dover

I used to love going on a boating excursion up the River Lynn with my Father. We would rent a rowboat and row down the river, it was beautiful. There were always lots of seagulls, and lots of red-winged blackbirds. These were happy times.

Pete McNabb

Of course, my boyfriends from St. Thomas used to come down to visit me at Dover. There was Pete McNabb, a Catholic fellow I was very fond of. He had two brothers who were Priests. One was a school-teacher in Toronto and the other was a missionary in China. He had two sisters who were nuns. Pete did his best to convert me to Catholicism but never succeeded.

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