that stupid stick horse and that stupid door !

Like I was saying, my dad hated for us to go to the doctor.  Grin and bear it...be a big man...don't be a sissy and cry...just deal with it...get over it...yeah those were his favorite lines.  Guess his dad never let him go to the doc either.  
But one day, when all of us were there.  It was the holidays...and dad had come home...and meager toys were given us by our parents, whom we thought to be santa claus.  And, there were those two stick ponies that my brothers got for gifts.
I was happy for them.  As thrilled as they were, you would have thought they were real, live ponies.  So, the day started with them riding their ponies through the house.  Dad told them to take their fun outdoors.  And since our storm door had a broken latch that 'never' latched...my brothers went all the way down the hall, galloping through the living room to get to the porch by way of that door. 
As luck or fate that stupid door would not allow my youngest brother to pass!  And wouldn't you know it!  My dad had actually changed the screen with the winter glass replacement pane!  And wouldn't you know it...my dear little baby brother had smashed through that glass door pane and proceeded on through it.  Well, fact was, only his arm did.  And blood was gushing everywhere!  He nearly fainted, as we got him into the bathroom. 
Then my dad did three things that I'll never forget.  First, he used the line.."be a big man and don't cry"...on my baby brother, the one I always took such good care of!   Second, dad said to mom that in no way was he going to take my baby brother to the hospital.  Third, he took down the Merthiolate and poured it all over my baby brother's arm, as blood and red medicine ran down the drain, until I thought I was going to pass-out !
I don't know if dad had had alcohol that morning.  He was at home that weekend, and that usually meant lots of bottles lying around.  But my poor baby brother was in so much pain.  Mom gave him some baby aspirins and bandaged his right arm.  And that was the end of that holiday. 
Not a great story, but a true one...see