Toomey J Gazette (Vol. 11, No. 1, 1968 - Polio Place
Toomey J Gazette (Vol. 11, No. 1, 1968 - Polio Place
Toomey J Gazette (Vol. 11, No. 1, 1968 - Polio Place
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WELL, THE NEED AROSE, 1<br />
by Casey Jones<br />
I'm the teacher whose pictures plastered page 37 of the<br />
1966 issue of TjG. 1 have felt for a long time that handi-<br />
capped people in general have not done what they could along<br />
the lines of housework, child care, and such tedious chores<br />
so I'd like to get in my two cents worth. Maybe the reason<br />
they haven't is because it is so tedious, rather unglamorous,<br />
and without much recognition. Quite often handicapped people<br />
are seeking something more spectacular which will have great-<br />
er compensatory value. Seeking recognition and a lift for<br />
their shattered ego, they often overlook the obvious which is<br />
right in front of their nose and tend to forget that little<br />
things are important, too. Of course it often takes us a lot<br />
longer, and requires a lot more effort from us, to perform<br />
these little tasks than it does for the non-handicapped<br />
around us so we tend to shrug our shoulders and let them do<br />
it while we dream of more exciting ventures. However, if we<br />
enjoy our work, it really shouldn't matter if it takes us<br />
longer; just more enjoyment time.<br />
I was guilty of the same sin of omission for 6 years as a<br />
C5-6 quad. With dear old mother around to do the housework,<br />
I never lifted a hand toward those chores. In fact, it never<br />
really dawned on me that perhaps I could. I don't think that<br />
I had even considered the possibility. Then, in 1949, wikh<br />
mother gone, my wife away at college except on week-ends, and<br />
housework pLling up, 1 found that I could do all kinds of<br />
things that I had heretofore considered outside my realm of<br />
activity. I guess it was partly a labor of love; the thought:<br />
of pleasing my new bridk as she came home on week-ends in-<br />
spired me to greater efforts.<br />
Learning to wash dishes was accomplished by holding the<br />
dishes between my two handa, and we soon bought unbreakable<br />
melmac. I found that, with a hose, I could fill the laundry<br />
tubs and washing machine and with a hooked stick I could put<br />
the clothes in the machine, fish them out, put them through<br />
the wringer, rinse them and even hang them on the line. Luck-<br />
ily we had a huge laundry room with a cement floor with a<br />
drain so I could spill and splash all I wanted to. I soon had<br />
indoor lines strung up at my level and could hang clothes up<br />
to dry inside. I threw the clothes pins away and just spread<br />
the clothes out and draped them over the lines. I never tried<br />
ironing them; with no feeling in my hands I was chicken about<br />
getting singed.<br />
With a tray on my lap, and spoons, forks, spatulas, knives,<br />
and peelers with special handles, I soon found to my amaze-<br />
ment that I could peel potatoes, open cans, mix bread (I soon<br />
learned to make 25-loaf batches in two big dishpans and then<br />
freeze them after they were baked; that way I only had to<br />
bake bread about once a month.) cakes, fry hamburger and<br />
steaks, etc. I got some great padded mits for taking hot<br />
things out of the oven. Long tongs work beautifully to reach<br />
things up in the cupboards. I use hooked sticks to pick