Skip to comments.Boy, 3, Killed After TV Reportedly Falls On Him At Home
Posted on 03/31/2011 6:47:40 PM PDT by BenLurkin
A 3-year-old boy was killed Thursday after a television reportedly fell on him in his South Los Angeles home.
The accident was reported at 9:37 a.m. in an apartment in the 900 block of 82nd Street, said Erik Scott of the Los Angeles Fire Department.
The child was transported to a hospital in grave condition, Scott said.
KCAL9 reported that the child died at the hospital but the coroner was unable to confirm the report.
The boys parents were home at the time of the accident, according to KCAL9.
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*tinfoil firmly affixed*
Ok, last week (maybe a week and a half) the hourly news had a story of a woman on a crusade...against furniture. No really...her child was crushed (coincidentally) by a TV and she was complaining that no one forewarned her of the dangers of furniture in the house (I kid you not)not the doctor, not the hospital etc. So now she’s hellbent on getting laws passed to require people to BOLT furniture to the wall.
After the news ‘snippet’ the ad council had an ad on regarding bolting furniture to the wall.
Instead of M.A.D.D. we are going to have M.A.F. (mothers against furniture)
It’s all bullsh*t
I just this morning was looking at our entertainment center, tall, heavy, and made from oak....thinking that it would be horrible if it every fell over..
Yep. This almost happened to my 18 mo.old son in 1964.
It was one of those large early TV monstrosities.
A very close call.
I am dating myself, but I remember the car seats which hooked over the back of the front seat (flimsy metal frame) and accessorized with steering wheel with a little red horn.
A TV and stand fell on my little girl. Thankfully, she only had a minor scrape (but one thing for sure is she won’t sit right in front of the TV anymore). I’m kicking myself for not replacing that stand sooner. I’m sorry for these parents’ loss.
Amazing isn’t it - both of my children survived that era with no problems. In addition to children also raised two grandchildren and never put anything up, including my grandmother’s crystal. Nothing ever was broken or pulled over and all of them were climbers. There were some things they knew were off limits to touch.
Yep, in the days of big cars with bench seats in the front so that the car seat could be right next to mom driving.
I had to anchor my entertainment center to the wall when my daughter started to crawl around the house. The taller entertainment centers are real easy to tip forward when they are sitting on a carpet.
Shawn stood on top of the piano stool to adjust a connection on the VCR. The stool swiveled and Shawn lost his balance. In an attempt to regain his balance he grabbed the TV. Everything came tumbling down. When I entered the room this is what I saw. Shawn was on his back; the piano stool's top and legs were beside him. The metal spiral rod lay between his arm and torso. He was still clutching the TV. The picture tube had shattered. The VCR struck the IKEA desk causing a large chunk of it to break away. And the first thing Shawn said to me was, "Mom, I thought I was dead."
Property destroyed: TV set, VCR, computer desk, and vintage piano stool. Damage to son: Scrape on arm from spiral rod, bruised ribs from TV, and embarrassment
“It was a dangerous time.”
Same here. When you fell out of tree with the wind knocked out of you, they’d pour water on your face to get you to gasp. No ER unless there were visible compound fractures or internal bleeding.
BTW, love your FR page! Nice firing. Let the good times roll!
I am dating myself, ..etc...
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Batting helmet 1950 or so 2 pieces of plastic fit over ears with elastic type straps on top connecting them.
Think Little League made you wear it, optional in HS.
Football helmet 1953 was hard plastic but had single (optional) face bar.
Basketball gym with brick (cinder block) wall about 3’ from basket, with matts attached, bleachers that left just enough room to put players bench in front of.
Floor burn or draw blood, coach would get the 1st aid kit, clean with iodine slap a bandage on it and VOLLA - play ball. In basketball, take a knee and the teams would surround you while you were being ‘treated’ and more often then not, the ‘victim’ would shake with the doer - just get up and keep on playing - All these treatments without MRI, AIDs testing, certified EMT’s on site etc etc
Kids riding in back of pickups,
With both mother and father RN’s, we didn’t get to see a whole lot of Dr’s unless it was school related...
Think the old ‘cough and turn your head’ type treatment.
Naturally, you would cough in his face and turn your head.
Our ‘drug of choice’ was Lucky Strike (they were ‘cool’ with bullseye rolled up in TShirt sleeve - though I was a Camel smoker as 9 of 10 Drs can’t be wrong) and an occasional beer (legal age 18 in NYS)
Remember what LSMFT meant and where the camel rider was.
Course with 1 coach doing all 3 sports and summer ball, with the whole town ‘babysitting’, you didn’t get away with a whole lot of shenanigans.
Oh yes, the coaches ‘assistant’ was usually the shop teacher who would do the Basketball JV (only Varsity Football and Baseball) and a couple of student ‘managers’.
Coach usually had the required “gym” class that all kids went to on a daily basis.
Oh yes the 2 or 3 State Troopers that patrolled our part of the county knew most everyone by name, knew what you drove and who should be driving it and more than likely would just deliver you to your parent(s) on the rare occasion one might ‘step across the line’.
When they’re that age, you’ve got to watch them like a hawk at all times.
We used to get up, go outside and play in the woods and return only when we were hungry or heard the car horn blow. We knew where the springs were, the water was always fresh and cold.
Remember the playground? We had more fun on equipment most kids today do not even know existed.
When we got hurt it was either mercurochrome (?sp) or merthiolate . The ‘curacomb’ was okay, but the merthiolate stung like hell. I wonder if our mothers decided which one to use depending on how well we had been behaving that day? :) Being the rough and tumble tomboy that I was, my knees were always orange from the above.
I wonder how much mercury we put in pour bodies with that stuff? ======== And you are right. The whole town did babysit. My mother always knew what I had been up to before I even got home.
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