The old and the new
by Otto Ringle Mom had just passed away and Dad moved my sister and me to his hospital where Portage Brewery is now, so the nurses and cooks could help take care of us. While we were there, I had to help with many of the hospital chores â doing laundry, washing windows, keeping the huge wood-burning furnace going, and carrying out the garbage. Oftentimes the garbage consisted of body parts from dadâs surgical, gangrene amputations. That was not much fun, but an even more disturbing chore I had with my dad was when he took me along on his obstetric calls during the winters to help pu...