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Dr. Jimmie Salato was a great man, Ann Murphy recalls

'They just don't make men like Dr. Salato, anymore. He was a great man.' Dr. Salato delivered writer in upstairs office Downtown. And when her stick horse threw her into the neck of broken quart jar, he put writer back together again
About: "Memories of Dr. Jimmie and Jane Salato"

By Ann Burton Murphy

Dr. Salato delivered me on March 7, 1951, at 1:15pmCT, in his upstairs office, across the street from the old Hotel, where the Annex Building is now. He always told me, that when he went to reach for the scissors, to cut the umbilical cord, that my little hand got hold of them first. He always swore this was true and good Italian men never lie.



Injuries from stick horse accident required trip to Dr. Salato's

When any of my family got sick, Dr. Salato was the doctor we went to. I remember when I was 5 or 6 years old and was riding my "stick horse," bare footed, and it threw me off and onto the neck of a quart jar that was broken.

My mom didn't drive and my dad was hunting, which was something he and Dr. Salato had in common. It was 4 or 5 hours later, when my dad got home, got in touch with Dr. Salato and took me to his office. The toes, between my big and little toe, were barely hanging on and were swollen really bad.

If I would be still through stitching, Dr. Salato offered session with Buttons

Dr. Salato knew I was scared. He told me that if I would hold still and not move, while he was stitching my toes back together, that he would let me play with his little black dog, Buttons." Well, I did as he said, and I never did get to meet or play with him. This about broke my heart.

When I was pregnant with my son, I wanted Dr. Salato to be my doctor and deliver him. The problem was, I could never catch him in his office. He liked to duck hunt and his male nurse would tell me that's where he was when I tried to make an appointment to see him. I finally ended up going to Dr. Nell, instead.

It's funny, when I can't think of something I did 5 minutes ago, but I can still remember Dr. Salato, as if it were yesterday. He was a very handsome, Italian man.

From Dr. Nell's office, thinks she saw Buttons across the street

I remember seeing his wife and children. If I'm remembering right, they lived up above where Dr. Nell's office was. I think I may even had seen Buttons in their yard.

They just don't make men like Dr. Salato, anymore. He was a great man.


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