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This is the story of a young man who
had the world on a string, with endless possibilities, only
to have the rug pulled out from under him. This is the story
of how that young man refused to give up, going on to live
an interesting, productive life. This is the story of LeRoy
DeBoom.
One can find articles about LeRoy’s early years all through
the St. Louis Park Dispatch in the 1940s and ‘50s. He
was an exceptionally smart, active kid. He was a crossing
guard at Brookside School back in the days when children
crossed Highway 100 by foot to get to school. He was a
paperboy, with routes covering practically the whole South
Side. He was a Boy Scout, ushering with the first aid group
at Memorial Stadium. In 1949 he won a trip to the Boy Scout
Jamboree at Valley Forge from the Minneapolis Star.
He was a scholar, competing in the Minneapolis Star’s
Information and World Affairs test for several years as a
teenager. Despite his height of 6”4, he confesses to not
being a very coordinated athlete, but his big interest was
in journalism. In 1950-51 he was the third page editor
of the Echo, and the paper was rated
All-American by the National Scholastic Press Association,
the first time in Park History. LeRoy was the editor of the Echo his
senior year of 1952-52.
Everything was buzzing along – he had been offered a full
scholarship to Harvard, which he accepted over the offer
from Yale (which would have required him to work in the
cafeteria). The summer of 1952 was spent working at the
Star, sending prizes to paperboys (with Dating Game host Jim
Lange) and catching up on some math skills at West High.
And then it happened. One day that August, LeRoy started
feeling ill, perhaps with the flu. On the second day, his
leg buckled under him, and by the third day, he was in the
hospital in an iron lung. It was polio.
Polio (poliomyelitis), a disease caused by a virus, started
to become common in our area in the early 1930’s. Better
sanitation rendered people less immune to the virus, with
the result that it became more powerful than it had ever
been. The first cases were seen in the U.S. as early as 1894
and it reached epidemic proportions in about 1946. Each year
until 1955, the polio “season” would begin in May and peak
in the early fall. Public pools were closed, civic
celebrations were cancelled, and even school openings were
delayed. During the epidemic, 735 lives were lost in
Minnesota to the disease. Victims, usually young children,
experienced atrophy of the legs and chest, which eventually
caused difficulty breathing. Doctors splinted the affected
extremities with plaster and wood, often causing permanent
damage, and placed the patient in an iron lung respirator to
assist breathing. Sister Kenney developed her own method of
physical therapy. The Salk and Sabin vaccines were developed
only a few years later, and by the mid 1950s the illness was
eliminated.
But that was too late for LeRoy, who spent 22 months in the
hospital, first at Minneapolis General and then at the
Sister Kenney Institute. He graduated from an iron lung to a
rocking bed, then to a wheelchair. When he was discharged,
he was unable to walk, and had use of only three fingers.
But his mind was clear and he was determined to go on with
his life, albeit with some changes.
LeRoy’s courage was demonstrated when he decided to attend
the U of M. These were days long before the campus was
accessible to wheel chairs, and often LeRoy would have to
recruit strong students to give him a lift up a flight of
stairs. Logistics became too daunting after two quarters,
though, and he started going to night school, chauffeured by
his father. He had learned to type at Sister Kenney, and his
father had rigged up steel weights on pulleys to facilitate
his typing. He studied accounting, and it took him several
years, but he took every accounting class he could, and he
indeed worked as an accountant for two companies until his
health deteriorated in 1973.
LeRoy has always had an interest in community affairs, and
was an active member of the Jaycees and Men’s Club at
Aldersgate Church. He has also belonged to the Indoor Sports
Club of Minneapolis and the Disabled Citizens Club. In fact,
he was so active that an article appeared in the Dispatch in
1965 that gave his views on issues ranging from bond issues
to girlie shows. LeRoy lived with his parents in Brookside;
his mother died in 1996 and his father in 2000. Only in 2004
did LeRoy move to a facility that can more closely monitor
his health needs. He’s still sharp, still reads the paper,
and still writes many letters to the editor (even if some of
them are only in his head).
LeRoy DeBoom is an inspiration to those of us who complain
of minor aches and pains. He’s living proof that one’s will
and determination are stronger than even the most severe
physical limitations. And he has certainly lived up to his
surname, which is Dutch for “The Tree.”
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