Moncks Corner: A look back
I believe the road is named Thornley. It is the road that was between Rexall Drug store and the old Berkeley Motor Company in Moncks Corner.
Behind that old drug store was Dr. Lacey’s office.
Dr. William Lacey was my family doctor but he was more than that. Even though I was a little boy when he was my doctor, he made me understand that he was my friend.
I know that Moncks Corner had then as it does now many wonderful and truly caring doctors, but there was no one like Dr. Lacey.
I was born with a hernia. At that time medical technology was not advanced to the point that doctors could operate on a child under 5. By the time I was 5 I had developed another hernia and therefore a double hernia operation was required.
Dr. Walsh was the local surgeon at the time. I remember both he and Dr. Lacey coming in to my hospital room at the old Berkeley County Hospital with my mother and me.
As they were talking Dr. Walsh asked me if there was anything I wanted. I said, “yes” … I wanted Dr. Lacey to be with me in surgery. Dr. Lacey said, “I’ll be there.”
That calmed my fears because I knew that I had a friend with me in a hospital.
Dr. Lacey made house calls. It may be hard for many today to believe that doctors actually made house calls back then but Dr. Lacey did, and seeing him drive up to the house made me feel better.
I remember one particular time he gave me a shot and told me that the room would soon start acting funny but that was OK because that was expected. Sure enough, the room soon started dancing around the like a ballerina.
However, by the next morning I was fit as a fiddle.
On another such occasion, I was about 8 or so, my family and I were going on a trip to Louisiana to visit my oldest brother Arthur Wilbert Jr., whom we called Bub. He was in the Air Force at the time stationed at a base near Alexandria.
I had an infected sore at the time, and Dr. Lacey gave me a shot of Penicillin. When he stuck the needle in my arm, he accidently hit a muscle.
I was sitting on the examining table when I began to feel faint and starting to fall off the table. Dr. Lacey saw me beginning to fall and as quick as warp speed he caught me just before I hit the floor and put a cold cloth on my head. He laid me down on the table and soon I began to come around.
I sure was glad that when I woke up the first thing I saw was his smiling face.
The Bible tells us that God gives certain people the gift of healing. Dr. Lacey certainly had that gift. Every time I go by the tennis court that bares his name, I fondly remember him and smile.
Do you have any memories of the things I’ve shared, or of your own childhood in Moncks Corner? I would be privileged if you would share them with me. Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.