History

Here's a wonderful story sent to us recently:

Doc Ceriani laid down his pen, leaned over the desk, squinted his eyes and repeated, "Two hours and twenty mintues?" I replied, "Well, I didn't know it was labor the first twenty minutes!" He nodded I imagined. I'd just reounted my history, answering his questions regarding my first delivery two years earlier in Illinois. As my second projected date appraoched, Doc (Ceriani) spoke to my husband (Jim Taussig): "At the very first sign of a contraction, get her here ASAP!" We lived 20 minutes from Kremmling.

It was a pleasant midnight, June 30, 1952, when in robe and slippers, graphsing a toothbruth, I went out to the car and we drove over the condemned bridge near the Mayhoffer. Jim carried me into the hospital, Annie Cantril phoned Doc and he ran across the street from his house wearing robe and slippers.

It was a 45 minute labor. But I continued to hemorrhage. Finally, Doc ordered a drip of vitamin K and I soon felt I was floating around the ceiling. He did a further procedure. Committed me to Nurse Annie and told her to check every hour through the night. What a wonderful change from the big-city hospital in Illinois I thought to myself with great apprecation.

That baby, Rebecca Tussig Eller, now lives on a ranch near Kremmling with her husband and has made me twice a proud grandmother.

*I submit the foregoing per the Middle Park Times article regarding historical memories of the hospital in Kremmling. Please share." Faith Taussig.