I ran into something about a month ago that brought back memories of many years ago. My old friend and partner, Neal Cook, fell during the night at his residence. He finally pushed his life line alert about 6 a.m. This told the company out yonder somewhere that he was in trouble. They called B. J. Jones, his neighbor, who called us. We told him to call 911 as he was at Neal's house and couldn't help him. We hurried out to find city policeman Donnie Henderson there before us. He called the ambulance. The EMT's, the firemen, the emergency personel at the hospital were efficient, caring and professional in every way.
What did this remind me of? Neal Cook and Vance Martin and I had a delivery vehicle. Dr. Frank Robinson had a clinic hospital across from Neeley's Hotel where the park is located now at corner of 6th and Alford. He had a canvas stretcher with long wooden sides. When he called us, one of us whould haul someone to or from the hospital in the back of our truck. Thankfully most of the patients were new mothers with their two week old babies going home. We had the first ambulance service in Crane. This was about 1938 to 1943.