“Polio Survivor Ina Pinkney Reflects On Life’s Pains And Pleasures.”
“My earliest memory is the sound of pain. Mine.”
“Strips of wool cut from a St. Marys-brand blanket, which my father had to find on the black market since it was wartime, were lifted from a pot of boiling water, wrung out, and wrapped around my thin, flaccid leg.”
“My father said I didn’t cry. He did.”
This story was published in Rotary Magazine, October, 2023