Yes, the complaint against Dr. Cayward wasn’t mine. I posted it for Linda Dicker Montague as a favor since she has yet to establish her own Facebook page.
My family always had a great relationship with Dr. Cayward. He was our faithful family physician and we loved and respected him.
Dr. Cayward delivered me at Peterborough Hospital. In 2 days it'll be 67 years ago. He continued being our family doctor for years, even after we moved to Greenville.
Dr Cayward was the doctor who delivered me at the old brick Peterborough Hospital in 1949. He also made house calls as the doctor for N.I.. Before he became a doctor he was Clair Cayward, star athlete at the University of Vermont. He was the first to receive varsity letters in 4 sports at U. Vermont, baseball, basketball, football and track. He was so good at baseball that he was drafted by the Washington Senators to play pro ball. He turned that down to go to medical school. While he lived in New Ipswich he played on the town baseball team playing at the ball field near the Smithville Cemetery and was considered to be maybe one of the best players in town history.
As a young boy I was horsing around in the Town Pool, (as I did all day every day in the summer), and dove into the murky, untreated water toward the shallow end. Back then it had a sand bottom and my face scraped against the sand, stirring up gravel that got into my eye. Someone saw my distress and sent me to Dr Cayward. He squirted water into my eye to wash out the gravel and sent me on my way. I recall him testing my vision with the eye chart on the wall of his office. I could read the 20/15 line, better than normal. Later, as a teen, I became so nearsighted that Mr. Lamerand at Appleton noticed me squinting at the blackboard and told me to get my eyes checked.
I am sorry that you have unpleasant memories of Dr. Cayward. He served the town and community well and unselfishly in his 36 tears of practice. He made house calls and delivered babies any time, day or night. He served on the Board of Education and on the board of Peterborough Monadnock Community Hospital and many other committees. He had his office at his home in New Ipswich and also in Greenville. He dedicated his time to the town pool and athletic field as he wanted to provide enjoyment for the townspeople. He cared for his mother who was widowed and ailing. There apparently is much you don’t know about Dr. Cayward. And last but far from least, he was a wonderful father.
As a clarification, the anecdotal account was from Linda Dicker Montague, not Patricia Kangas Ktistes. Thank you for providing examples of his dedication and service to our town.
My family moved into "Dr. Cayward's house" in the summer of 1989. Almost weekly during the first few years, a car would pull into the driveway when we were mowing, gardening, or raking, and the occupants would reminisce about how Dr. Cayward had brought them into the world, had made house calls, or had treated them or a family member during a particularly challenging illness. We were touched by their deep admiration, fondness, and respect for him.
He was our family physician also. He delivered all 6 of us in this Niemi family and no doubt many other families in New Ipswich. He was also the school physician and for a modest retainer from the town did physicals on the students. Our experiences with him were always positive. One night at about 2 AM he knocked at our door, I answered it and he said, "I got a call from the Niemi family". I said it must be the Niemi family in Smithville and off he went to Smithville. While climbing the steep slope behind my house in Highbridge I slipped, and my left knee slammed into a broken bottle. Dr. Cayward sutured it. another time while sledding down the hill towards Basil Mason's house I slammed in large boulder and lacerated my forehead. His suturing left no scars, I can barely tell where they were today. He always carried this Dr's bag that unfolded with the lids carrying all these pills and instruments in the center compartment. Since my grandmother and my grand uncle lived with us in Highbridge Dr. Cayward made many visits to our house with this bag. As a boy I thought he could cure anything with something in that bag. I never heard my parents complain about his medical costs, so they must have been reasonable. I can't imagine what it would cost today to have a doctor come to your house and perform a procedure. My grand uncle, for example, had ascites due to cardiac insufficiency. To drain it one inserts a large needle into the abdomen. Today this would require a hospital stay and be classified as minor surgery. I know my uncle was on Social Security and had little money. He lived 5 years with this condition, and from a boy's point of view, seemed OK after this procedure. The only time I remember him having to leave the house for medical treatment was in the last week of his life when he went to the Peterborough hospital. I only have admiration for Dr. Cayward. He chose to come to New Ipswich rather than being drafted by a professional baseball team. He responded to an ad put out by New Ipswich's Town Board in a plea for a physician. I was aware of all the achievements mentioned by Carl Toko since I attended the UVM College of Medicine where he has legendary status. I was in the last class to use Hall A in the old medical school. I often wondered if Dr. Cayward sat in the seat I was in. In my second yr we moved up to the new Given Building just beyond the Fletcher Hospital and since then the med school has moved into a newer larger building next to the Given.
A series of unfortunate events!
Thanks, John, for clarifying.
Yes, the complaint against Dr. Cayward wasn’t mine. I posted it for Linda Dicker Montague as a favor since she has yet to establish her own Facebook page.
My family always had a great relationship with Dr. Cayward. He was our faithful family physician and we loved and respected him.
Dr. Cayward delivered me at Peterborough Hospital. In 2 days it'll be 67 years ago. He continued being our family doctor for years, even after we moved to Greenville.
I remember playing chess with your mother 67 years ago. She was pregnant at the time.
Dr Cayward was the doctor who delivered me at the old brick Peterborough Hospital in 1949. He also made house calls as the doctor for N.I.. Before he became a doctor he was Clair Cayward, star athlete at the University of Vermont. He was the first to receive varsity letters in 4 sports at U. Vermont, baseball, basketball, football and track. He was so good at baseball that he was drafted by the Washington Senators to play pro ball. He turned that down to go to medical school. While he lived in New Ipswich he played on the town baseball team playing at the ball field near the Smithville Cemetery and was considered to be maybe one of the best players in town history.
As a young boy I was horsing around in the Town Pool, (as I did all day every day in the summer), and dove into the murky, untreated water toward the shallow end. Back then it had a sand bottom and my face scraped against the sand, stirring up gravel that got into my eye. Someone saw my distress and sent me to Dr Cayward. He squirted water into my eye to wash out the gravel and sent me on my way. I recall him testing my vision with the eye chart on the wall of his office. I could read the 20/15 line, better than normal. Later, as a teen, I became so nearsighted that Mr. Lamerand at Appleton noticed me squinting at the blackboard and told me to get my eyes checked.
I am sorry that you have unpleasant memories of Dr. Cayward. He served the town and community well and unselfishly in his 36 tears of practice. He made house calls and delivered babies any time, day or night. He served on the Board of Education and on the board of Peterborough Monadnock Community Hospital and many other committees. He had his office at his home in New Ipswich and also in Greenville. He dedicated his time to the town pool and athletic field as he wanted to provide enjoyment for the townspeople. He cared for his mother who was widowed and ailing. There apparently is much you don’t know about Dr. Cayward. And last but far from least, he was a wonderful father.
Carol Cayward Church
As a clarification, the anecdotal account was from Linda Dicker Montague, not Patricia Kangas Ktistes. Thank you for providing examples of his dedication and service to our town.
My family moved into "Dr. Cayward's house" in the summer of 1989. Almost weekly during the first few years, a car would pull into the driveway when we were mowing, gardening, or raking, and the occupants would reminisce about how Dr. Cayward had brought them into the world, had made house calls, or had treated them or a family member during a particularly challenging illness. We were touched by their deep admiration, fondness, and respect for him.
She'd have been pregnant with me, and would have just moved back from Butte, Montana.
He was our family physician also. He delivered all 6 of us in this Niemi family and no doubt many other families in New Ipswich. He was also the school physician and for a modest retainer from the town did physicals on the students. Our experiences with him were always positive. One night at about 2 AM he knocked at our door, I answered it and he said, "I got a call from the Niemi family". I said it must be the Niemi family in Smithville and off he went to Smithville. While climbing the steep slope behind my house in Highbridge I slipped, and my left knee slammed into a broken bottle. Dr. Cayward sutured it. another time while sledding down the hill towards Basil Mason's house I slammed in large boulder and lacerated my forehead. His suturing left no scars, I can barely tell where they were today. He always carried this Dr's bag that unfolded with the lids carrying all these pills and instruments in the center compartment. Since my grandmother and my grand uncle lived with us in Highbridge Dr. Cayward made many visits to our house with this bag. As a boy I thought he could cure anything with something in that bag. I never heard my parents complain about his medical costs, so they must have been reasonable. I can't imagine what it would cost today to have a doctor come to your house and perform a procedure. My grand uncle, for example, had ascites due to cardiac insufficiency. To drain it one inserts a large needle into the abdomen. Today this would require a hospital stay and be classified as minor surgery. I know my uncle was on Social Security and had little money. He lived 5 years with this condition, and from a boy's point of view, seemed OK after this procedure. The only time I remember him having to leave the house for medical treatment was in the last week of his life when he went to the Peterborough hospital. I only have admiration for Dr. Cayward. He chose to come to New Ipswich rather than being drafted by a professional baseball team. He responded to an ad put out by New Ipswich's Town Board in a plea for a physician. I was aware of all the achievements mentioned by Carl Toko since I attended the UVM College of Medicine where he has legendary status. I was in the last class to use Hall A in the old medical school. I often wondered if Dr. Cayward sat in the seat I was in. In my second yr we moved up to the new Given Building just beyond the Fletcher Hospital and since then the med school has moved into a newer larger building next to the Given.