I was flossing my teeth the other day when a thought struck me. Sixty years. Had it really been 60 years? Immediately I was transported back to that chair, the view of the branches blowing in the wind and, of course, Dr. Horton.
Dr. Horton was our family dentist when I was growing up in Nampa. His calm competence and gentle manner are the reasons I’ve never been afraid of the dentist. My memories of dental appointments were calm and peaceful — like the tree branches in the window.
Sixty years ago he told my parents that I had no permanent teeth coming in to replace a molar on both sides of my upper jaw. He pulled the teeth and put in bridges to replace them. Now, 60 years later, there they are still.
So now, 60 years too late, good work, Dr. Horton, and thank you for helping a young girl relax in the dentist’s office.
Cheryl Weedon, Boise