Bob Wright
Hawkeye
I recalled in the thread about Minnie Pearl of the family who had a retarded son, and it reminded me of this:
Many years ago we often traveled backroads in middle Tennessee and Kentucky. This back in the days of washpots over an open fire, coal oil lamps and oil cloth tablecloths. We often passed a farmhouse where the family had a son with some kind of affliction. He was confined to a circular frame with rollers. There was a seat built in, also arm rests like crutches so he could sort of stand. On nice days they would put him in this contraption and place him on the front porch, using a chain restraint so he would not roll off the porch.
I think about that sometimes. I was too young to make any difference then. But whenever I'm starting to feel down in the dumps, I think about that young man. Thank God we have better treatment for people like that today.
Bob Wright
Many years ago we often traveled backroads in middle Tennessee and Kentucky. This back in the days of washpots over an open fire, coal oil lamps and oil cloth tablecloths. We often passed a farmhouse where the family had a son with some kind of affliction. He was confined to a circular frame with rollers. There was a seat built in, also arm rests like crutches so he could sort of stand. On nice days they would put him in this contraption and place him on the front porch, using a chain restraint so he would not roll off the porch.
I think about that sometimes. I was too young to make any difference then. But whenever I'm starting to feel down in the dumps, I think about that young man. Thank God we have better treatment for people like that today.
Bob Wright