folly. i never did find out why it was called fort folly, it was here where i had my second close call with death. i was about three years old when i climbed up on a bench and pulled down a paper bag of paris green, a poison used for killing potato bugs.
it was mother again who came to the rescue and forced me to drink warm milk and kept me awake while my uncle called for a doctor. the doctor arrived and pumped my stomach and informed my mother that i had had a very close call with death and that she was responsible for my living. i loved 