Mahlon and I were walking past to Bob Brule Creek and up to Elmer Englebrech’s and Mr. Crede was plowing corn there. There was a malfunction of Mr. Crede’s machine and he was making adjustments. I helped him and caught my finger in the machine. It popped my thumb open with flesh back over the fingernail. I went home, and Mom wanted to sew it up but I said to go to town to Doctor Hill. His nurse was a Sommerer girl who worked there. She held and blocked the nerve…. no pain killer was used…just a long pointed scissors. I was 18 years old. I guess that’s why I got by with insisting going to the doctor.