Tuesday, July 04, 2006

My Weekend Of Being Found

 Well, here we are. Cathy is on the left and I'm the Kathy on the right. She zips around her house and other places in her little red scooter. I tried to just back it up to winch it into the truck and got terribly discombobulated. I was better going forward than backward. It was pretty warm, but we spent most of our time in her air conditioned house, her air conditioned truck or an air conditioned restaurant or grocery store. But mainly we just talked for hours on end. For people who had not spoken to each other in 40 years, we picked up right where we left off. We comparied memories of the old neighborhood, and I got to hear first hand about the day she was diagnosed with polio at the age of 8. As a kid I just knew that she was gone from the neighborhood for a long time. Turns out it was 10 months, which for a kid is a lifetime. She was able to walk with crutches for most of her adult life. She worked as an occupation therapist in the state hospital in Phoenix. Four years ago her arms gave out so she can't stand, which also means she isn't working anymore. Now she has the scooter to get around. For all the things that have happened to her, she is good-hearted, warm and loving. And she has a great husband, Ray. Next year they will celebrate their 35th wedding anniversary. More later. Posted by Picasa

1 comment:

dykewife said...

i'm glad your reunion was a success. i'm also very glad that i'm post vaccine. my older siblings clearly remember the polio scares from their young school years. fortunately for them, it seemed to avoid the little town we lived in.

the worst i remember is tb being contracted by a school mate and having to get a booster shot. now i can't do the skin patch tests because of the extreme reaction i get to it.