The Lasting Legacy

Full body braces 1955
The Hare 1955

I often joke that I grew up with about 30 mother figures and one father.  The hospital’s of my childhood was the employment domain of the female worker which contributed to so many mother-figures.  With the exception of your doctor, who you may have seen an hour or two a week (unless he was hanging over you with his surgical mask on) or a janitor somewhere, everyone in positions of influence were women.

Physio’s, nurse’s, teachers and any other staff that had direct care duty with us would often entertain us with a story like “The Little Engine That Could” while we were undergoing treatment.  I was nine years old and my physio had made my mantra “I know I can”.  We were surrounded by nurses, saw our physio two or three times a day and teacher four to six hours a day.  Even with surgeries you couldn’t escape those teachers.

Polio unit
The numbers were so high they required dormitories.

It was not uncommon to have a nurse on one side of my bed giving me a shot of demerol and my math teacher on the other giving me my home work for the day.  We may have laid around but we didn’t just LAY around.  We were expected too produce and that was the strategy to build survivors.  The numbers were just too high to ignore so there was a lot of effort put into making us adaptable and independent.  It might have been a hospital but, in those days, it was also our home.  We were expected to be part of the “treatment” team.

Like any home we all had our weekend chores.  I spend more weekends, outside of recreation time, scrubbing black wheelchair tire marks off the hallway floors after racing up and down all day.  Or you spend a couple of hours sterilizing bedpans and urinals with a nurse and there was always a story.  After all a 25 year old nurse couldn’t sit there and discuss their wild weekend (if) with an 11 year old and small talk can be difficult with a questioning 11 year old.  Instead  they would tell you a story.  The stories weren’t just distractions but themes meant to instill confidence and survival. Continue reading “The Lasting Legacy”

Word Whispering

“Dreams are today’s answers to tomorrows questions” – Edgar Cayce

I spend a good part of the past week data mining the information sources for my last article, time to kick back…put the feet up by the fireplace…oh damn the cable fireplace is down for the season…oh well.

On a dark, rainy and windy evening in Nanaimo I was suppose to be at Maude Barlow‘s water crisis presentation.  As I said on a DARK, RAINY and WINDY night looks like it’s the Page 1,2 of the World’s Mens Curling Championship.

hobbiesincludeIn between ends I keep flipping over to my PVR to catch up on The Originals with Sleepy Hollow in the queue.  It’s raining with trees rattling (I check for that because my car is parked uncovered except by this heavy tree) from the wind but I can still hear the sound of the curling rocks on the ice well enough to turn and look.

Meanwhile in the rumblings of my numbed mind I started to percolate one of those things like an epiphany moments but haven’t quite got there.  Wow Brad Gushue just throw a beautiful shot and now they are heading for the 5th end break.  The demographics of my entertainment viewing is really diverse but so is the community.  I just see it in different ways. Continue reading “Word Whispering”