Friday, 14 May 2010

Tillie Tells A Tale of The Doctors

The first doctor I ever met was Dr. Norman S. Dykes who delivered me in my home, as was the custom in Govan of the 1930s. Some women didn’t even have a doctor in attendance at the birth and would have a midwife to deliver their child. Others had an unqualified woman, one who was well known in the neighbourhood as an expert at delivering babies.
It was all a matter of money. I was born in the days before the National Health Service. If we needed the doctor to visit us at home, there was a fee to pay. As you can imagine, people who lived in Govan were not as a rule wealthy, so most of us dragged ourselves off to the doctor’s surgery no matter how sick we were. We also had to pay to see a doctor in his surgery, but that was less expensive than a home visit. Many patients were only seen by the doctor when the circumstances became extremely urgent and it was a well known fact that the doctors took their work very seriously and would perform their services whether they received payment or not.
I can’t remember seeing Dr. Dykes too often during my childhood. We didn’t go to the surgery as often as people do nowadays. Instead,the chemist shop was visited by all and sundry, seeking advice for minor and sometimes major illnesses.

The Waiting Room at the Surgery had small wooden chairs to sit on. There was no receptionist and as a person came in, they would ask, “Who’s last?” Then they’d know their place in the queue.
The people of Govan were kind and would often let someone who was noticeably sick or a child go first.

Dr Dykes had been my mother’s doctor since she was a wee girl. She told me that she’d loved him since she first saw him when she was about ten years old and was walking with her pal Katy down the stairs of their tenement building. Suddenly, a very handsome young man ran upstairs, smiling at them as he passed by. They looked questioningly at each other, wondering who this dashing stranger could be. He was well groomed and dressed as though he was going to church. Then Katy realised this might be the new young doctor. Her mother had sent for a home visit because her sister had measles. And of course, it was.
Dr Dykes became a revered and trusted friend in my mother's household until his retirement and his wise advice is still quoted to this day.


sandra said...

Tillie, I thoroughly enjoyed reading your story about seeing the doctor in the 1930's. I grew up in Govan in the 50's and our family doctor was a Dr Lesnoff who had his office on the Govan Road. His surgery was very drab by today's standards, just plain wooden chairs all around the walls. He did have a receptionist, though, and she decided if someone was sick enough to move to the front of the queue. From time to time you'd see someone peek around the door before deciding if they were sick enough to get in line. I also remember my Granny telling me that she was often called upon to help deliver babies in Harmony Row. It must have been quite common for women to help out in those days.

Ellen said...

That was an interesting read, Tillie.
Our granny delivered many babies in Govan but I remember her telling us that she would deliver them but wouldn't cut the cord - she waited on the midwife arriving to do that bit.