Case of smallpox reported
“Considerable excitement is now on as it is reported a case of smallpox in our village.”
What did you do today or this week that is different than what you would do during a “normal” day or week?
- How are people around you responding?
- How has this crisis impacted you and your family?
- What has been the most difficult thing for you personally about this crisis?
- What are your biggest concerns right now?
- What brings you joy or comfort right now?
- What changes have you personally experienced (physically, mentally, emotionally or psychologically) since this crisis began?
RESPECT
Artist during the pandemic
2021
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One year later
When the first cases of the novel coronavirus were detected in Wuhan, China in late January 2020, little attention was paid to the “Chinese Problem” until the first cases appeared in Washington State and California. The optimist thought the problem would be over in short-time, and most pessimists figured it would be over by summer. Little did we know!
One year later, there have been over 100 million cases world-wide and 2.3 million deaths.
The United States has been the worst performer: 26.5 million cases and 456,000 deaths. Part of this bad rap may be due to more accurate counting versus that done in large countries such as India, China, Brazil, and Russia. Closer to home, Herkimer County, which includes Little Falls, has had 4,282 cases, 94 deaths, and an infection rate of 6.85%.
This terrible pandemic raging across the globe, has affected all our lives in so many ways. Little used or new words or phrases have crept into our everyday vocabulary: Covid-19, social distancing, virtual learning, “mask up”, contract tracing, herd immunity, quarantine-in-place, living in a “bubble”, and Zoom meetings.
I am in my mid-eighties and do not particularly like change in my life.
But changes did happen BIG TIME! And over a relatively short period in time. First came uncertainty. Other than family, I avoided people before social distancing became the norm. No more visits to stores including grocery stores. In reflection, I found that going into stores was, in part, a social event – one would see friends and acquaintances you would not ordinarily see. This experience is gone. I don’t go into grocery stores – one can order on-line and have them delivered, or for pick up outside the store. I love looking at all the grocery items on the computer and click “add to cart.” The same for prescriptions. Use the “Drive Through” or have the script mailed to my house. Then there was attending mass. Initially there were many cancellations and then restrictions in numbers allowed inside the church. So, Sunday mass became a TV event.
Shopping for almost everything has changed. I found one can find about anything you need on Amazon.com and have it delivered to your home sometimes overnight or in a day or two with no delivery cost if you have Amazon Prime. Many other retailers have followed suit, even local ones. Successful businesses have navigated the pandemic by changing the pattern of their business plan. Restaurants, when indoor seating was banned, switched to outdoor seating and take-out meals and home deliveries. I have found several great new restaurants where I could order and enjoy different types of food.
Of much concern was how to interface with my medical providers. Doctor’s offices and other medical facilities are where “sick people” go, so they were places to avoid. Most of my “visits” were audio or visual (which went surprisingly well), and I only went in person, particularly to specialists, when I felt having the doctor examine me was necessary.
Once the pandemic hit in full force, I was no longer able to engage in many of the activities I enjoyed.
I no longer was able to visit the Historical Society or do research requests at Holy Family Parish. Fortunately, I was able to gather enough research data to keep me busy at my computer and writing for long periods of time.
One of the most troublesome parts of the pandemic is being separated from many friends and family members who live long distances from Little Falls. I have not seen my son or young granddaughters up close and personable since Thanksgiving 2019. Thank God for Facetime! My daughters live relatively close by, so we are in a “bubble” together and most of my other contacts are by phone. And I’m on the phone a lot!
One year after the onset of Covid-19, effective vaccines have been developed, production ramped up, and vaccinations happening in a haphazard manner throughout the country and the world. Older people, like myself, and essential workers came first. At the time of my writing, about 4 million people in the United States have been vaccinated, with newly elected President Joseph Biden having a goal of having 100 million doses (50 million people) completed in the first 100 days of his administration. Problems continue to pop-up with poorer nations lagging in vaccine availability, major surges in infections after holidays or major events, and new, more transmissible variants (mutations) of the virus showing up around the world – UK, South Africa, Brazil, Russia.
So, where do we go from here? I think there will be a new norm. What that will exactly be is unknown at this time. But, in time we will beat Covid-19 like we did infantile paralysis (polio),measles and other contagious diseases. Good luck Little Falls, good luck New York State, good luck America, good luck world!
March – April 2020
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A Recent Stay in the Hospital Under the Guise of Covid
I recently entered the hospital with a fever of 104 degrees. I was immediately treated as though I had Covid 19. My children could not come in with me. I was semi-conscious. The Dr. ordered Covid and flu tests, x-rays of my chest and left leg, (which I had cut on glass), bloodwork and an EKG. I had a tetanus shot, was receiving iv antibiotics when a doctor protectively peeked in and said they were preparing a room for me upstairs. About six hours later, I was taken upstairs to that room.
The room had about a 2-inch vertical slit in the window to see the outside.
There was an eight-inch, accordion style, metal reinforced plastic exhaust pipe drawing air out of the room as fast as it came in from the air conditioner, making it very warm. There was one bed by that window. After a while I realized that there was a computer on a roll-around cart (battery operated, of course it died!), a 2 drawer stand with phone and a stand that could go across the bed. On the other side of the room was a laundry bin, stand and a phone. Both nurses had PPE on. They think I’m a Covid patient, I thought.
I was told by the other nurse that I was being labeled a POI and marked independent. I asked what these meant. First, I was a person of interest (suspected of having Covid). She told me independent meant that I could get out of bed myself and use the toilet. I think they were trying to reduce their exposure. I have to tell you the first time I did get out of bed, not being totally “with it” I nearly pulled the iv unit out of the wall! Realizing it was plugged in, I staggered over to the outlet and unplugged it. I made it to the bathroom on wobbly legs as I still had a fever. This was about 2:30 am.
The shift nurses who came in donned PPE and took it off when they left, placing it in the laundry bin. That laundry bin never left the room. Usually a nurse came in donned with the PPE, only when the iv antibiotic bag ran out. They took my temperature, blood pressure, pulse, answered questions and went over by the door, took off their PPE and left. Sometimes I had to ring for them because the door was shut and they could not hear the alarm when the antibiotics ran out. They definitely restricted their time spent in my room.
A doctor came once a day and explained what they were doing for me and why.
A full day after I was admitted, an infection manifested in my right leg. This could have been an answer for my high fever, but my test results had not come back. But now medicine could be used to target this infection so my fever finally, slowly diminished.
The curtain was drawn that separated me from the other side of the room. I have many allergies so dietary called me to try to accommodate these. They called the phone on the other side of the room so it had to be brought to me. Now that was going to have to be sanitized along with everything else in the room. The room was never swept or mopped for the entire time I was there (3 days), nor were the bed sheets or pad changed. I began to realize that these people were only trying to help me the best they could and keep themselves safe at the same time. It’s a lonely spot to be in, for all of us.
I had a tv to watch, but didn’t do much watching.
I found it was too dark and wanted to adjust the color but didn’t have the strength. I was glad to have my cell phone and called by family.
In the bathroom, someone had placed a sealed plastic package that had a toothbrush, toothpaste, lip and mouth lubricant, and mouth wash. There was also a comb and two packages of disposable washcloths already soaped! There was toilet paper on the dispenser. I had everything I needed. Fortunately, I could take care of myself after the first 12 hours. I remember one kind nurse fluffed my pillows, another brought me a battery- operated personal fan. She said I could take it home with me. Oh, another disposable.
I was told I could go home once my fever was down but I had to quarantine because my test results had not yet come back. I told everyone that if I had Covid, I’d be in very bad shape as I am what you would call a compromised patient.
The morning I was leaving, the nurse told me to ring for her when the antibiotics ran out, so I did. Another woman, in a mask, opened the door and told me the nurse would be there soon. She closed the door and I heard her remark, “Oh, she’s cute” (meaning me.) It made me think. What kind of ogre or troll did they think had been isolated in the room? Laughter, they say is the best medicine.
When I left the hospital, security was called so no one tried to use the elevator. Visitors had just been allowed into the hospital, two to a patient. Security put up signs that the elevators were being cleaned and could not be used for a time.
Why am I telling you this?
This is the way I was treated as a presumed Covid patient. Some of that was by accident, some by necessity. I found laughter where I could, but truly, it was a despairing situation. I did not like the waste of resources, because I knew I did not have Covid. The medical people did the best they could and followed protocol as best as they could. I am so glad they took good care of me while protecting themselves. The results of my tests came back, the day after I left the hospital, all negative! That’s good news for me and the staff of the hospital. How fortunate we all were, this time.
My Changed Life
My husband passed away just as this covid quarantine was beginning.
My father and mother lived through the Flu epidemic of 1918, but my father’s uncle died. He was only 26.
Every year, I have grand plans to make the most of the best days
Frankly, I hate winter. Autumn too, (it comes before winter). But spring and summer, oh yes! Every year, I have grand plans to make the most of the best days. This year: plans not so grand. Layoffs, furloughs, families scramble to make ends meet. A cloud of disease blew in from nowhere, it seems. Missing the usual fun. No Diamond Dawgs. No Cheese Festival. No Canal Days, family at the new picnic table after the parade. No parade here or anywhere for that matter, and I love parades. City pool closed. Tubing on West Canada Creek sounds like bliss, but shuttle bus on the way back, packed in with other people. No way. We’ll stick to the house and the yard.
We put in a square foot garden. It’s easy to manage, even in a dry season like this one so far. Weather forecasts change by the hour: thunder storms, we’re waiting. I heard about water restrictions near Albany, but it’s only early July and what’s this Sahara dust cloud?
Signs on the highways urge us to be New York Tough. I’m proud to do that.
That’s the down side. We adapt. Signs on the highways urge us to be New York Tough. I’m proud to do that. We learn phrases like “social distancing” and “flattening the curve”. We navigate Zoom conferences and other no-contact ways of doing business. We wave to neighbors across the yard but we keep our distance. And Little Falls, being Little Falls, creates an instant drive-in movie theater near the empty baseball field, runs a peaceful Black Lives Matter educational event, launches a caravan of cars on Main Street honoring our High School seniors. It’s summertime. We make the most of the best days.
What brings you joy or comfort right now?
In these dark days it is difficult to step back and reflect, harder still to find joy and comfort and to muster a sense of gratitude.
The pandemic news can bring one to the depths of despair, taxing our ability to cope. Such facts make the necessity for “turning the channel” even more important. Although the “joy of the ordinary” has been taken from everyone’s lives, we can renew our gratitude for small pleasures that can help us turn that channel and may become a new “joy of the ordinary.”
For me, continuing to take daily walks, (accompanied by mask and social distancing, of course) either in town or in Little Falls’ surroundings is a hel
pful channel changer.
We are fortunate that temporary relief can be found in our familiar local sites, many within walking distance. We have several choices in our beautiful little town. Our city streets and many parks, the bike trail, Moss Island and many other settings can provide a measure of comfort. Despite our ongoing collective sadness, fear and anxiety, temporarily immersing ourselves in some of our easily accessible local landscapes may offer some solace in these difficult days. This may renew our ability and resolve to face these times with confidence, hope, and faith that better days will follow.
May 2020
I am a 69-year-old male and retired history teacher.
I am nearly eighty-four years old and live alone.
Haikus
covid 19 bad
120 nanometers
pure terror for all
covid 19 rules
cover nose and mouth with masks
let us stop the spread
pandemic advice
stand 6 feet away from me
see me with my mask
the collapse is near
health, food, education, votes
we must see it all
hai·ku /ˈhīˌko͞o/
noun: haiku; plural noun: haikus; plural noun: haiku
a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world.a poem in English written in the form of a haiku.
The Covid 19 pandemic has altered our daily living in a few profound ways - Good & Bad…
Expatriate hopes generosity will inspire others
Little Falls native Blaise Carrig (LFHS class of 1969) and his wife Leslie donated $50,000 earlier this year to six Little Falls non-profit organizations. The Carrigs responded to a series of questions for this article from their home in Longmont, Colorado.
QUESTION #1: What / who inspired you to engage in philanthropic activity?
RESPONSE: We have been particularly inspired by the philanthropic efforts of people like Bill and Melinda Gates. We are fortunate to be able to be generous. Our primary goals are to help kids and families in need and to get kids outdoors to enjoy the natural world. For our giving to Little Falls entities, we have taken a broader view, encompassing some of the cultural and economic efforts taking place.
QUESTION #2: Why do the two of you feel that it is important for people to provide financial assistance to community non-profits and other charitable organizations?
RESPONSE: We feel fortunate and grateful for the ability to give back. Organizations that positively affect the lives of families in need are worthy of financial assistance. Little Falls has a number of such organizations and people doing great things.
QUESTION #3: In the past, you have provided anonymous donations for community organizations in Little Falls. What compelled you to “go public” this time?
RESPONSE: This was not an easy decision for us. While we often prefer to remain anonymous with our charitable donations, our primary goal in “going public” this time is to hopefully inspire other Little Falls residents and expatriates to support these worthy non-profits that are doing so much. I follow the My Little Falls online newsletter that Dave Warner publishes; I was struck by an article about the Community Chest having difficulty meeting their annual fund-raising goal. I see a lot of people on the I Remember Little Falls Facebook page who talk lovingly about their hometown, we hope to inspire some of those folks to consider giving back, even small amounts can greatly help these non-profits
QUESTION #4: Why do you feel that your hometown is worthy of such generosity?
RESPONSE: I feel very fortunate to have grown up in Little Falls and have great memories, appreciation, and fondness for my hometown. Additionally, a number of friends that I grew up with in Little Falls regularly donate much of their time and energy to the organizations that we donated to. Their efforts inspired us.
QUESTION#5: Is there anything you would like to add?
RESPONSE: Little Falls is a special place. When visiting family and friends, we are struck by the city’s timeless beauty and the volunteer energy that enhance the quality of life there.
Blaise also added that his parents loved Little Falls and the amenities and quality of life that exist here. Indirectly, Tom and Theresa Carrig were the inspiration for their son’s and daughter-in- law’s generous gift to Little Falls non-profits.
Once the COVID-19 health crisis subsides, we all hope that Blaise and Leslie continue to visit Little Falls. On behalf of our entire community, the Little Falls Historical Society wishes to thank them for their inspirational generosity.