The Palm Beach Post from West Palm Beach, Florida on December 8, 1976 · Page 11
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The Palm Beach Post from West Palm Beach, Florida · Page 11

West Palm Beach, Florida
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Wednesday, December 8, 1976
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Ski Trips Give Us a Crack at Snow Miami, I got a lead from Eric Duffield, physical education teacher and salesman for the Olympia Sport Shop in Lake Worth. Duffield put me in touch with a family of ski fanatics. They offered to help, provided I didn't mention names, the reason being they didn't want phone calls. The quotes below are unattributed I see no sense in going the father-said, mother-said, daughter-said route. "Your best bet if you've never skiied is to get in touch with the Florida Alpine Ski Club in Miami. There are one or two ski groups in this county, but the Miami group is much better organized." I wondered why this should be. "Well, the local group is organized by lawyers," I was told, "and they're great guys - don't misunderstand me; the trouble is, lawyers Jhink they know everything and they don't. To plan a ski tour, you have to know what you're doing." The family loaned me brochures put out by the Miami club with particulars on the next four outings (after December). . Turn to WIGGINS, B7 When I heard on the news last week that it had snowed in St. Augustine, I was seized with snow frenzy. I rushed outside and studied the clouds seeing that they were a sullen gray, laden with promise. "Foot of new snow by mornin' or I'm . much mistaken," I nodded with the simple certitude of one who has trudged to school many a winter's day in 3 feet of sand. "Yes," Paula conceded, "thermometer should plunge into the sixties if this cloud cover breaks. Hope the cattle'll be okay." "What cattle?" I asked, coming out of my trance. "What snow?" she rejoined, leading me to the refrigerator and showing me a freezer encrusted with rime ice. "That's not snow, I want snow," I bleated pitifully. "I'll tell you what, honey, " my wife said, stroking my hand, "you defrost the freezer and I'll give you a hot buttered rum Life-saver to suck on." I did what she said, but somehow it wasn't enough. What I needed was to go skiing, never mind the fact that I can't ski. So I wondered: What do folks around here do when they want to go skiing? After calling several sporting goods stores here and in Ron Wiggins The Palm BeacHPost WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 8, 1976 o c5 CD fj B SECTION Actress Surfaces To Cover Tears FIRST YOU CRY... By BETTY ROU.N publithad by J B lippincott . - . , 1 - - ' X , ' , N . .1 MA: k , - ;. -. fi . f. f-i ' . i -:(:- t ?-r-J "V.-.--?... -.. i j'"'"' (' if1 . ' " ..' , j- tr H . 1 -as i - I - !: --m r fc , IM.. ( sss1 viT -r ,.i 1 v : Fourth in a Series The last thing I remember in my presurgical haze is another wcman. I could see her through the bars of my presurgical crib. We were in what must have been a presurgical waiting room. The woman was smiling. "What are you having done?" I slurred. "Plastic surgery," she slurred back in a voice that sounded young. "Where?" I asked, trying not to fade out in the middle of the conversation. "Breasts," she said. "What are you having?" "Breast," I said. The evening before, I had asked Dr. Singermann how long the operation would take. He told me it was scheduled for 9 a.m. and if the tumor was benign I probably would be through and in the recovery room about 11. Otherwise, he said, lingering on the comma, it would take longer, probably until sometime in the afternoon. When I awoke in the recovery room a nurse came into focus. I wasn't altogether conscious, of course, but my brain was working -well enough to figure out that the nurse probably wasn't supposed to tell me anything, but surely she wouldn't refuse to answer a little old innocent question like what time is it. You fox, I thought to myself as I asked her the question. "What time is it?" "It's 3:15," she said promptly. I went back to sleep. I looked down at myself. There was a big bandage wrapped tightly around my chest, a clean white bandage. My left arm was propped up on. a white pillow. The sheets were clean and white and pressed. My hospital gown was clean and white and wrinkled. The nurse's hat was stiff and white, and so was her dress. Everything seemed very white, except my mother, my father and Arthur. That's all I remember of the first day. The second day I was still drugged, but less so. I didn't feel so hot the second day. I threw up a little, couldn't eat, threw up a little more, and peed almost continuously. The nurse would hoist me up, shove a plastic potty under my bottom, and I'd pee; then she'd take it away until the next time, about 20 minutes later. What a lousy job, I thought, worse than having to make breast sandwiches. But she didn't seem to mind. The back of my hand hurt. There were tubes stuck in it - intravenous. That was what was making me pee so much. There was something else attached to me, too, a plastic sac on my side. I didn't notice it until the nurse said, "Your purse is filling up nicely, dear." I didn't know what the hell she was talking about, but I knew I didn't have a pocketbook in bed, so I looked down and there was this sac with a repulsive yellowish fluid inside. Drainage from the wound, I found out. I decided not to look at it again. Otherwise, 1 loved the hospital. For six days I lay there and Got. 1 got flowers, sweet small arrangements of daisies and baby's breath, big purple peonies and hulking green plants. I got notes and corny cards and constant (paid-for) attention from private nurses and constant (unpaid-for) attention from everyone else. I got telephone calls and visits and presents. The more 1 got, the more I wanted and the more I got again. I became an acquisitive pig. I loved everything I got. I loved the shiny card with roses on it from the NBC film editors thai said in curlicued print: Thinking of you and hoping that you're feeling much better Turn to BREAST, B4 ttiH Plwtt by J. fcott Appltwhltt With Christmas Approaching Children's Minds Are on Toys Safety of Toys Commission Offers Guidelines, but They're Out of Date ii l If ft if fi If t , -v., ! ! I If i . j 111 ji By SHARI BERGBOM Post Staff Writer Years ago, dropping clothes pins into a milk bottle was considered a good activity for a small child. Too, Grandma's button box offered hours of fun stringing button necklaces or just separating them into colorful little piles on the black and white squares of the kitchen linoleum. Kitchen cabinets were potential toy boxes filled with pots and pans, pie tins and rubber rings from Mason jars. Yet, few if any of these homemade toys would be approved today, at least not by the standards of the Child Protection and Toy Safety Act of 1969 as enforced by the U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission. Since 1970, thousands of toys - mostly imports - have been banned by the commission and a yearly list has been published of the proscribed playthings. However, for the second year, the government is not publishing this list even though they admit many unsafe toys remain on the market. "The problem," explained Alice Skaggs, director of the Palm Beach County Consumer Affairs Office, "is by the time the bureaucrats get their list together, it's out of date." Some local consumer offices use volunteers to locate unsafe toys in stores. But the Palm Beach County office is unable to do that because they would have to cover the volunteers with workman's compensation and there are no funds available. Instead, Mrs. Skaggs relies on consumer complaints and does programs for local groups on toy safety. So far this year, she has received no complaints on faulty toys. Although they are not publishing a list of unsafe toys, the commission is doing something Mrs. Skaggs believes will be equally effective in alerting consumers to the importance of toy safety. Some $350,000 will be spent to create magazine, radio and television holiday safety messages offered as public-service announcements. "I think these ads are a good idea in that they reach so many more people than this thing," Mrs. Skaggs said as she thumped an inch-thick 1974 document containing 1,700 toys listed as hazardous. "The biggest problem with toys is parents and grandparents. Everybody thinks their kid is so smart they are always buying things the child is too young to play with." Good tips to remember when purchasing toys: Look for smooth edges on metal toys such as trucks; painted toys should be labeled nontoxic and fabrics labeled nonflammable; stuffed toys and dolls should carry labels "washable" and be stuffed with hygienic materials. "Can this toy harm my child? That is what you should ask yourself before you purchase. Then, parents are responsible for seeing that their children play safely. The most dangerous toy we have is the bicycle, but it's not the fault of the manufacturer. It's the rider and the parent of the rider," Mrs. Skaggs explained. Retailers in the area feel the general quality of toys has improved tremendously during the past few years. "That banned list was death to a bunch of toys and import manufacturers, too," said a spokesman from Jefferson's Department Store on Okeechobee Boulevard in West Palm Beach. Turn to TOYS, B2 Toy Shop Owner Makes Effort To Offer Quality a l -'! JML kJ . iLi! . '" '.X. 2 '. ' t - ' . ,-. ' . ly'' - 1 rocking horse, a perpetual motion gadget called the Swing Thing, cars and trucks and airplanes. For any child who ever methodically disemboweled his teddy bear to discover what made the music inside, there is the See-thru Music Box. There are toys that teach numbers, toys that teach colors, puppets to give vent to young imaginations, stuffed toys to cuddle, and games and puzzles to challenge. One of each kind is open, ready to be tried. After all, a person wouldn't buy a pair of shoes without trying them on. Toys deserve the same consideration. But best of all, there is Sue, a person who knows toys and children and which toy is best for which child. Even experienced parents can use advice like that once in a while. SHARI BERGBOM Television toys, they are called. They are the highly advertised, high profit items touted by Saturday morning television commercials. They sell well, but they are not necessarily good toys. Good toys, according to Sue Hermansky, owner of New Generation toy shop, are toys which are imaginative, educational and durable enough to be passed on to a younger brother or sister. These are the kinds of toys Sue sells in her shop on Lakeview Avenue in West Palm Beach. The toy selectiqn reflects Sue's careful buying. There are coloring books from England made with heavy pages that can take watercolor pencils on both sides and filled with designs which will tempt children well into their teens. There are wooden folk toys made in Vermont and Pennsylvania - a handmade Staff Photo by C.J. Wim" Sue Hermansky Sells Imaginative Durable Toys

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