Time to ‘fess up. Apparently this was not the only such incident of New Ipswich Finn boys behaving badly in cars. My father Toivo Kangas as an adolescent was involved in a very similar crash with Richard Kesti allegedly at the wheel in a one-vehicle crash at Highbridge. My father regained consciousness as the cold water flowed over him and woke him up at the scene. His older brothers were understandably furious with him.
I lived at the top of the hill next to Duval's (later Barry's store). In the winter I would slide down that hill after a snowstorm before it was plowed. At the bottom one had to make a sharp left turn to get onto the lower bridge. Like George I was going too fast and didn't make the turn; My head hit the granite stone to which the railing was attached. I walked back up the hill leaving a trail of blood. Dr. Cayward came my house and bandaged the wound. Since the laceration was just above the eyebrows he didn't use stitches for fear of creating asymmetry. The wound healed perfectly with no scarring. Since I was sledding alone going off the lower bridge would have been fatal.
Time to ‘fess up. Apparently this was not the only such incident of New Ipswich Finn boys behaving badly in cars. My father Toivo Kangas as an adolescent was involved in a very similar crash with Richard Kesti allegedly at the wheel in a one-vehicle crash at Highbridge. My father regained consciousness as the cold water flowed over him and woke him up at the scene. His older brothers were understandably furious with him.
Toivo Koski survived this accident but then died in a house fire in 1949 with Leon Willard
I lived at the top of the hill next to Duval's (later Barry's store). In the winter I would slide down that hill after a snowstorm before it was plowed. At the bottom one had to make a sharp left turn to get onto the lower bridge. Like George I was going too fast and didn't make the turn; My head hit the granite stone to which the railing was attached. I walked back up the hill leaving a trail of blood. Dr. Cayward came my house and bandaged the wound. Since the laceration was just above the eyebrows he didn't use stitches for fear of creating asymmetry. The wound healed perfectly with no scarring. Since I was sledding alone going off the lower bridge would have been fatal.
Yike, how did we survive childhood?