
Aldo Gennaro came to Australia via Julliard in New York in the early seventies, from Chile.
He had spent time in an Augustinian monastery, then branched out into dance and theatre, finally settling into working with people with disabilities, here in Australia. Intellectual, cultural, economic disabilities, Aldo was there to share what he knew about the human body, and how to use it to express love, connection, aspirations and triumph. I may not be writing this too well, but for the moment I hope you will be patient.
My mother ran a school for people who were brain-damaged ~ whether it was Downs or trauma, whatever. Aldo was recommended to teach there ; it's how I came to know him.
He began with dance, and soon formed the idea for a show, which became the first major production staffed entirely by people with mental disabilities. It was called Stepping Out. It premiered at The Sydney Opera House in 1980. A friend, Chris Noonan ( later Babe etc ) made a documentary of it ( camera Dean Dances With Wolves Semler. ) I'm sorry no youtube or hyperlink, but a sample, here :
http://aso.gov.au/titles/documentaries/stepping-out/clip2/
I wanted to relate a few things Aldo said, about the time he spent at Sunshine Home, mom's school. In the course of putting Stepping Out together, he experienced many many things ...
That was the first time I experienced real love in my life, unconditional love. Those people have the ability. They don't love you because you are special, they love you because the only thing they do is love. It doesn't matter if you are young or old or skinny or plump they give their hearts to you and that comes from very deep within themselves. Every time an intellectually disabled person touched me ... I felt a sense of release and I realised some sort of healing was happening inside of me. ... they are very wounded people and they have the ability, they are the healers. They are the only real healers that I have become involved with in my life.
Aldo died in 1988. He left behind many friends, among them a little dog called Dolores, a gift from an aboriginal community he was working with out west. Of Dolores he said this :
No, no, no, I don't want a dog. A dog will tie me down too much, I don't need a dog.
... She's very tiny. I can put her in my backpack with no problem at all. She comes with me wherever I go. We have a funny relationship, an independent relationship but also a very close relationship.
Do you know someone with an 'intellectual disability' ? I'd love to hear any more stories, along these lines.
aldo pic : dimity figner, a few weeks before Aldo died.
aldo quotes : caroline jones ; the search for meaning. abc.1989.
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What a wonderful tribute to a truly unique and wise man.
rated with love
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Nice Job!
Thankyou very much for that, Poetess. I treasure the link.
Larry
what ... ?
I guess I'm coming more from the Downs end of the spectrum,
~ not so 'mild.'
But I think I know some of the ones you mean.
Wish I could play the video. Healing. Really!
Love the story and hope you write more of Mom Hazel's time as principal of the school. Some people come into your life and impact you in such a profound way, even if that time is short.
I'm ashamed you can't access that video from the US. Sorry about that. Unfortunately it's a govt. tape & I can't embed it.
Possibly googling Stepping Out might bring up a clip. But thanks.
Hi Rita.
I told you about the time, only a couple of years ago, when Josephine & David came to lunch with mom & I ~ found their own way there, train & bus ~ David took lots of photos of the chickens ~ they're married nearly 20 years now. Both were in Stepping Out.
I drove them back up to the station, & waited while they tried to buy their tickets home ~ no luck ; the ticketseller was Indian, & refused to deal with them ... o. my. grandmother.
There was the Downs syndrome girl at the swimming pool whose mother always burst into tears of gratitude whenever I would play games with her or challenge her to a cannonball contest off the high dive. The girl was sweet, fun and low key, but the mom was awful always making me stand up at social occasions to announce how darling I was because I would play with her (and they used this term in those days) "mongoloid" daughter.
And there's the Navy veteran I met on a plane who became impaired when her brain was denied oxygen while giving birth in a Navy hospital. Her child was taken from her by the father's family because they thought her incompetant to care for the baby. Last time we talked, it had been years since she'd even seen her child and her husband's family move frequently from state to state to avoid her and delay resolution of the court cases.
They are here with us and they can be as miraculous or as annoying as any so-called "normal" person. Your mother and Aldo did a great thing giving them Sunshine and the opportunity to express themselves just like we all get to express ourselves. You get your good compassionate artistic nature fair and square.
I agree with Catch-22 word for word. There is a difference. I've been scrolling up and looking at Aldo's picture several times. It reminds me of portraits I've seen in museums.... when you stare at a subject and wonder..what is he or she thinking?
And I like your new portrait too.
http://open.salon.com/blog/holly_keith
I would very much like to see some more of Figner's work. Can you help?
I agree with some of the other comments, lots of love and unabashed sharing it!
T used to open his Christmas/birthday presents and howl with joy, no matter how great or awful the present was. He had it right. Howl with joy, even when what life gives us is kind of awful, cuz it's all a gift.
Nice new photo of you.
The new avatar is a bit jarring. Because you look so stern. I'm only mentioning it because everyone else is talking about it. Nothing wrong with stern though! Maybe it's the glasses. Nothing at all wrong with looking stern. Or wearing glasses. Unless you look like Howard Stern. Then there might be something wrong.
Now about the phrase "Intellectual Disability". I'm afraid I must tell you that's an outdated term that went the way of the dodo. Let me be frank again, for another sec. It's insulting, like that term "handicrafted". We don't like it. "Cerebrally Inexperienced" - or "People Who Don't Necessarily Think The Way The Majority of Other People Do But Who Are Just As Good As Them And In Some Cases Better" for short - is what is currently acceptable.
I've always been fiercely proposed to making things like this publicly aware, probably because I have an aunt named Dolores.
Now I'm Margaret again, btw.
Sheila, I agree with you, completely.
Thank you, Bernadine.
Here's to the Johnny Ilifs, Phyllis.
( I'm glad you could see the video ~ clip 1 is lovely too.)
anna1liese,
there's always more ;-)
Barbara thank you, & good on you ~ may we all have a friend like you.
& yes, no what ifs ; what is is all we have. Exactly. & it's a lot.
Lunchlady, thankyou. Innocence shines, doesn't it ?
Hi Larry. I thought some patches for my elbows, too.
Thanks jls.
That's a story of strength. It's that particular kind of strength I find inspiring, & that inspiration, healing. Thanks for sharing that.
Thanks, Miss Phyllis. I thought I should make myself presentable for this post, at least. I left Ol' Bess on Larry's liandra. It was all clogged up with pasta anyway.
Hi Brassawe ; thanks for the read.
Thanks Erica ~ my pleasure :-)
Linnnn,
Downs twins ~ I cannot imagine. What an experience for the family, to say nothing of you & your brother !
& the grateful mom ~ tears, Linnnn.
But wow, just wow, about the one who lost her child.
In three instances you covered the spectrum & raised so much more to consider ~ thank you.
Hi Ande,
thank you. I can tell you a little of what he was thinking ...
I am frightened of losing my sight ... I am frightened that the virus will go to my brain ... little fears, they're minimal, they disappear very quickly. Letting go is ... living day by day. Something I always wanted to do but never knew how ... it's liberating.
I think letting go is to do with freedom, it's finding enormous freedom within ourselves.
Margaret I can't thank you enough for bringing it to my attention, here ~ the pm box is so full of links I can hardly keep up. I'm sure others would love to see it too. Again, thank ((you)) XOX !! ... even though it points to brain damage of an entirely different order.
Anne,
You described that ineffable something well.
The art of these people is as immediate, if not moreso, as any art, & just as beautiful. Thank you. & thanks, about mom :-)
Hi DB,
Thanks. There's only one Dimity here ~ a friend has a sculpture of hers in his garden ~ I put out feelers ; will let you know if I hear anything ( but it's not the quilter, I'm pretty sure about that.)
& yes, a beautiful photo ...
greenheron,
thanks ~ that's a lovely word-picture.
I think Aldo's is the expression of one who is seeing to beyond, here.
Interrobang, thank you.
Thanks John.
Was he a mentor of yours?
BTW, if you're feeling too much of the gentleman, I'll gladly bitch slap Margaret for you. If she's making believe she's Frank, however, you can pop HIM one yourself.
Something happened to me on Saturday.
While doing the groceries, I saw my friend, Ernie, in the distance and he waved me over. Ernie's the son of Opa Bob and Mami (my blog, Ai Mami) and we haven't seen each other in a while. So we're catching up and a tiny fist pokes me in the shoulder. It's Suus, Ernie's 8 year old daughter who happens to have Down's Syndrome.
I turned around, ready to be annoyed because I didn't know it was Suus poking me and she just grinned and opened her arms wide and gave me an enormous hug. It was a great big dose of hiya-I'm-so-glad-to -see-ya-luv-luv-luv-ya on her part. I hope she got the same from me. It just made my day.
I enjoyed the video too, the smile when the one fellow says, "I like it...!"
My favorite story sort of along these lines, but not really maybe, is about my friend, Patti, who knew just how to bring Natalie to hysterics of laughter. Natalie, brain-damaged at birth through lack of oxygen, severely handicapped with drawn-close limbs, in a wheel chair her whole life, lived to be thirty...Patti would see Natalie at one of the lake parties and make a bee line straight for her. The rest of us were kind but awkward with Natalie, not knowing how to 'be' with her, but Patti went shouting, "Natalie! Hey sugah'! You gonna' move over now? Take me for a ride?" And on Patti would hop, laughing and kissing on Natalie's cheek while Natalie would get her chair zooming along with her clenched fist on the joystick, wild shrieks of laughter and excitement from Natalie, and even more from Patti....
I learned a lifetime of how to 'be' ...joyous, unencumbered, less awkward...from those two...
Kim's obviously been keeping under wraps that he's the (much) better looking brother of the "Inside the Actor's Studio" guy...
http://www.csu.edu.au/faculty/science/cmhealth/creative/found5.htm
and on this site found these words:
“In the film 'Stepping Out' (Noonan 1980) about therapy that became theatre, Chilean drama therapist Aldo Gennaro says:
‘Institutions suppress individual creativity, creativity is our tool to keep growing.’”
I can only wish I didn’t agree with him ... all these years on. More thoughts than before ... now rise ...
How lucky you, Kim, to have known him. How lucky your mom and all at her school to be able to know and work with him. Still as I hold all of this, so many thoughts ... so many faces ... rise. I wish I had had the chance to watch him work ... to work with him ... to work for someone so wise as your mom. So recently words of art therapy. Here music, drama therapy. Losing fear of creativity ... helping creativity ... the source of so much wisdom ... so much strength ... ways to begin ... to allow one’s love ... to love ...
How many thoughts rise ... and rise ... for me ... for so many others here ...
How moved Aldo would be, I think, that you would share your thoughts ... some of them ... of him with us. How moved he would be by all the thoughts that ... from your thoughts ... rise ... and rise ...
I hope that is your mother's smile ... I hear ...
Still needing ... wanting ... to be ... with all ... of this ...
I'm sure it went both ways.
Hi Candace. Music & love :-)
Scarlett,
I look forward to reading whatever you have.
Margaret/Frank,
Thanks for raising the avatar subject again, & Euphemisms.
I'm finding PWDNTTWTMOOPDWAJAGATAISCB a little cumbersome, but it's an improvement on Mongoloid, Special, Gifted or even 'Home-schooled', I agree.
'Dolores' Niece' works for me, too.
Amy !
Aldo wasn't a mentor, just a beautiful friend.
nb. I agree Sicilians are excellent, but remember : not ALL Chileans are Sicilian. As excellent, perhaps, but not always the SAME.
You can bitch slap Margaret anyway. Be my guest.
V.Corso,
Thank you ~ I'm so glad to hear that story. What do they know ?
Love, but ( maybe not always ) how to express it. Loving Suus :-)
Margaret I'm ... what's the word ? ... incapable of muttonchops, & even if I was ...
... never mind.
You & Larry go ahead & make jokes. At least someone around here is making an effort, Margaret.
Just Thinking,
I think I just fell in love with your friend Patti.
re the avatar ... Look ; Once & for all. I was Going Out. I'd brushed my hair. A friend had a camera. Why does the fact that an Australian can spruce up occasionally come as such a shock to Americans ? We are naturally a more excellent species than Sicilians, even.
Thanks, anna1liese.
Mom looks back on her time there with great fondness. It was a school, within an institution, but at the same time it was an environment that fostered love among people who were virtually abandoned by the rest of society.
& Aldo ( & others ) allowed them a way to create, express, transcend.
Thanks for that.
You've missed me.
(...although you probably haven't realized I've been gone... : ))
I have a Lanai.
@ Margaret: If muttonchops are out. How about a Deerstalker Hat?
(maybe you could pick out the pattern)
Perhaps we both have been scarce.
Larry I don't know what a liandra is either. I'm sorry to hear you have one.
I know what a lanai is ; it must be awful to have both at the same time.
I left Ol' Bess on Larry's liandra. It was all clogged up with pasta anyway."
Kim Gamble
April 23, 2012 01:05 AM
(notice where you mentioned "liandra")
Look how many words you can make out of 'liandra'! : and anal arid aria darn dina din dial drain laid nil nada nail rand rain rind ...
I worry about Phyllis too, Larry. It must be all that gardening.
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@Amy: Must you drag your coarse nature here, like Pigpen with his dirty blanket? This is not the place for that sort of thing. Not here, in the land of Austramelot. To visit here is to enter an ethereal, enchanted place where the *real* world has no business. Look! Over there, toward the magical misty purple-hued moutaintops! Flitting among the liandra, I believe I saw a fairy! And - oh - what was that, streaking across the cerulean sky? A phoenix, a golden phoenix! Quick, under the berry bush covered in chocolate balls - did you see that mole? It was wearing a little suit, I swear it was! It's so lovely here I never want to leave! I'm going to skip across the moody blue lagoon now because something tells me I can not only walk on water here but skip on it. Then I'm going to slide down yonder ranbow with that family of ducks who just invited me to dinner along with a bunch of gentle wolves! Anything can happen in Austramelot!!! Bye, Ameeeee!!!!
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As for dressed up Australians -- It's just my stunned response of an Oregonian who actually loves to see a well-dressed fellow and there are not near enough males who care about looking snazzy at all here in Oregon...
*sniff*
(not sure if that's a sniff for the lack of hygiene one might find around here as well or slight tears in the eyes for not having seen a lovely suit on a guy in years...)
As for Sicilians....I know nothing.
I swear.
You wrote a lot of posts lately for someone who's been scarce...looks like good ones too, I'll have to catch up....after I catch up in the garden. : )
It might cause havoc with his black Ban-Lon shirt.
I wouldn't mind a powdered doughnut and coffee.
I'll buy.
@Amy: OMG, Amy, I almost wish you were here! Austramelot is the most magicalist place I ever been! You can EAT the butterflies!!! Yeah, they taste like Sweet Tarts! And the trees reach out and hug you when you walk by! The flowers talk! The grass hums! And it smells like Teen Spirit! I'm just skipping and tripping around here, chatting with kindly cane toads (they're so loveable!) and cuddling with crocodiles. Did I just see a Care Bear? There goes a Teletubby! I think it's Tiddly Widdly, the one they kept prisoner in the cellar, who had to make all the Tubby Custard. Gotta go Amyyyyyyy!!!!! I'm walking on sunshine!!!! Literally. You can walk on sunbeams here in Austramelot.
Kim: I dug out my Cap'n Crunch Secret Decoder ring from my Archie lunchbox and figured out what you're saying to me in that cryptic message. Also, what you said about Algis. So Algis is the son of Timothy Leary and Jackie Onassis? I believe it. But do you really think I'm a direct descendant of Cleopatra and should go to Egypt and declare myself Queen of the Nile from the top of the Sphinx? I think you're probably right and I'd like to live in a Pyramid and wear a gold snake on my head but first my slaves would have to remodel it for me. Cuz I'd want skylights and windows and stuff. Flowerboxes under the windows. A cow weathervane at the top of the Pyramid. A white picket fence. An indoor pool. Maybe a carport. For my barge. (Bargeport?) And a petting zoo! For the baby goats we'd slaughter in my name!!!
Now look what's happened. Why does this always happen ?
I thought if I wore glasses & a jacket people might take me seriously, you know, for a change ...
Kate,
Thank you.
Larry, Margaret ...
Margaret, Ban Lon is the name of the little guy down the road who does my laundry ~ $ 10.80 for 7 shirts, 3 pants, underwear & socks, towels etc, all folded, once a week ; sheets every second week for extra $ 6.20.
That's why all my clothes are Ban Lon.
I don't know how Larry knew that.
But go on, have your fun with your pipes & muttonchops & hornrim bifocals & patches on your elbows & wigs & paper hats & turtles.
& doughnuts & grits. I looked grits up. It's corn. I pity you people.
Larry, if you want my opinion I think Margaret has been at Algis' LSD.
I'd be careful with the current batch, Margaret ~ have you seen Algis' latest post ? ~ I don't think that batch is from Mykonos.
& yes, I think you're probably Cleopatra & the pyramids could certainly do with a makeover. The colours to begin with. Brown is so BC. Anyway it will get you out of the country for a while, & give your kids that much-needed break. It must be exhausting.
( I don't think they serve grits in Egypt though. More likely you'll be chewing on camel & drinking tea, or tea-drinking camels. Asps, even.)
Is that SOP in Australia?
Hotels too?
Yes, Larry. 10 days. More frequently maybe in Summer.
If I have 'company,' fresh sheets, like in a hotel, yes.
I have 2 single beds here, in different rooms. Sometimes I lose track which one I slept in. Sometimes I wake up in one bed screaming, & have to go into the other bed to calm down.
In separate rooms?
I knew you were a party animal...
Have you ever considered getting bunk beds?
Single beds. Commonly 3 feet wide. They sleep one. Quite popular in Africa, Asia, & the rest of the world.
You have company, you sit & talk, with a cup of tea, & then you go to bed, in your single ( not twin, not double, queen or king-size bed ) & after a while, you fall asleep.
At around 3 am, you wake up screaming, & swap beds.
Single/Twin Mattress size (width × length)
N. America 39in × 75in
Australia 36in × 75in
UK/Ireland 36in × 75in
Continental Europe 35.4in × 79in
Latin America 35.4in × 79in
Japan 38in × 77in
New Zealand 35 in × 72 in
People are short in New Zealand?
Of all of the developmentally disabled folk who's paths have crossed with mine only one of them wasn't Aldo's 'all they do is love' kind, but I think that might have been due to the parents who raised her (I always had the feeling that they - two educational intellectuals - felt they'd been 'cheated' with the child they were given - someone should have 'taken her back'..).
Indeed, more stories of your mother's school - a memoir / book perhaps? - and I too like the new ava :).
Rated for all teachers are not created equal.
If it's a single bed ... why's it called a twin, hmm ? ...
NO I DIDN'T THINK SO EITHER LARRY.
I couldn't help noticing N American beds are the widest ...
N Zealand beds are shorter because of the war.
... seesh. Some people, isn't it Seer.
That poor child, dealing with her parents' disappointment.
I'd love to write more about mom's time there. It was a time of change, as I think Just Thinking above, pointed out. Sadly it was followed by a time of austerity & greed ; funding was cut, & residents cut loose into the wider community.
There are lots of stories ; some sad ; some, Like Josephine & David, triumphant.
& thanks.
On the opening night of Stepping Out, I sat with mom behind a couple who had left their child at Sunshine when she was an infant. They were major benefactors but visited Vivian only once a year, on her birthday ( they didn't live in our state.)
When Vivian came on alone, to Judy Collins' Send In The Clowns, & danced in the spotlight ~ danced so slowly, carefully, beautifully, the father put his arm across his wife's shoulder & drew her close.
There were tears on mom's & my cheeks too ; & we weren't alone :-)
Damn drugs.
"What is referred to as a "single bed" in many parts of the world is known in U.S. terminology as a "twin bed".
In some countries, a "twin bed" may also be used to describe one of two single beds in the same room."
From ~ About Interior Decorating:
Twin beds are also known as single beds. They're the most common choice for children's rooms or multi-use guest rooms.
These beds are narrow and fit easily into the smallest bedroom. Often twin beds have a "trundle" underneath to accommodate a sleep-over or second guest.
Twin beds are used for bunk beds too.
Pros: Because of its small size it will fit easily into smaller bedrooms.
Twin sheets are the least costly of all sheet sizes and are available in lots of patterns.
It's easy to make a twin bed.
Cons: A standard size is too short for many adults.
I still can't get over the fact that you only change your sheets once, every TWO WEEKS.
Dim: 84" x 24" x 23" (h)
Mfr: Aurora
Type: Wood
Species: Mahogany (chosen because it's resistant to termites & rot, 2 things I cannot abide)
Interesting "fact" according to a mattress company's radio ad:
Did you know that every single year you sweat approx. 26 lbs. of perspiration into your mattress and shed approx. 10 lbs. of skin flakes? That means after a few years mattresses are mostly sweat and dead skin instead of expensive memory foam.
On the Off-Subject Portion of this post: I love my twin bed. I shove it right under the window and leave a breeze blowing year 'round. I can put my foot out here, my hand out there, my other foot in the windowsill, and still have a hand free to wave. Nobody tells me to quit moving or changing the covers. Life is real good.
Nuff said...
...and bed size, shmed size.
If it's good company, who cares?
However, even company might like some room -- in case you're interested there's a sale going on at Forty Winks over your way -- if you scroll down to the bottom (the tiny print there) there's even a mattress that will change the sheets FOR you.
http://www.fortywinks.com.au/beds-mattresses/mattress.html
(I love how there's metric and 'imperial' measurements...???)
Here ... Send in the Clowns ... Judi Dench ... am I the only one walking through the lyrics ... the layers of meanings ... with her ... here ...
I listen ... having seen your words about the first performance of Stepping Out, about your being there with your mom, about the parents sitting in front of you ... watching ... listening ... discovering ... the gem ... who was their daughter ... who, from your words, it seems ... they’d not allowed themselves ... to know ...
How much this says about the work of your mom, of Aldo and his ability to draw from these performers ... so much ... that without ... people like your mom ... like you, I think ... like Aldo ... who simply, truly, purely believed in them ... who were able to see within ... beyond ... to see sunshine ... where others ... could see only clouds ...
I am watching Judi Dench ... and feeling what she too would feel ... were she able to watch ... Vivian ... left by her parents ... almost from her start ... dancing ...
From so very far away ... I see the spotlight ... and watch as ... a cocoon is allowed to fall ... as essence ... slowly, carefully, beautifully ... emerged ... dancing ... dancing ... finding her way ... finding her way to ... express ... share ... give ... her free ...
Clowns ... all of us who ... will not ... can not ... allow ourselves ... to see ... the child who ... never allows herself not ... to hope ... not to see ... not ... to freely ... love ...
Thinking of Judi Dench performing at Royal Albert Hall and bringing so much of herself to Sondheim’s music ... to us all ...
Thinking of Vivian ... performing at The Sydney Opera House ... and bringing all ... of herself ... to all of you ... now ... all of us ...
Lovely the weaving here ... lovely the awakening ... lovely the gifts of freeing breath ...
Lovely the tears ... that still ... fall ...
Yes ... in moments like this ... bliss ...
Thanks, Larry.
Thanks for putting your astonishment in bold, too. Helps those who might otherwise skim over these things. I didn't say 2 weeks I said 10 days ~ it varies according to where I've been, what I've been doing & the time of year. I can't believe I'm writing about this.
If I've been out butchering livestock & things in summer, for example, I'd probably change the sheets more frequently.
Also, I'd shower before bed.
Normally I'm a shower in the morning person, unless I'm going out.
Does Oprah have any advice on this I should know about ?
When I stay at Teralba ( alone ) I'll go days without showering, & just burn the sheets before I leave.
Also, I can't sleep on poly-anything, or satin. Egyptian cotton only. Ever. Do you iron your sheets too, Larry ?
Thanks, Margaret.
I'm not surprised, about the casket. Ever the considerate mom, it will save your kids so much trouble when, you know, your time's up.
And about what's in mattresses ... eeew !
So, when we sleep in a hotel or a motel we're sleeping on ...
... I really wish you hadn't said all that.
At least when I travel alone I ask for a single bed ; but still ...
Thanks dianaani.
I won't probe on the other topic, but on single/wtftwin beds YES !
You nailed it, exactly.
Feet, hands, entire limbs flung out every which way, au naturel.
Freedom, & none of this creepy someone-else's hand on the shoulder in the middle of the night ~ though recently I woke with a hand & an arm around me & I was alone !
Turned out it was mine, fallen 'asleep' ~ phew !
Just Thinking I won't ask what you're doing on an Australian bed site, but don't worry about the screaming. It's just me ; the neighbours are used to it. I used to think everyone screamed in the middle of the night, but it turns out not to be the case.
The self-changing mattress worries me ~ what if it decided to suddenly change the sheets at 3 am ? Even if it did it while you were having lunch it would be pretty weird.
Rita I see Larry more as the hand-cranked washing machine & wringer types, with a line to dry things running on a pulley from the liandra post to the nearest tree, really. Wooden clothes pegs & all.
Thanks anna1liese.
I'm glad you saw that piece. Yes & she brings her own interpretation to it. Aldo used Judy Collins' but Judy Dench's is more the atmosphere of that night. Glad you enjoyed.
They pull your brains out through your nose & put marbles where your eyes were. They rinse your whole innards with formaldahyde ~ you smell like an ant.
Also, they have to break your joints to get them in the right position.
Nothing about the procedure appeals.
I knew a person who had her cat 'done.'
Suffice it to say we are no longer in touch. The dead cat freaked me out.
If you're a guy I'm guessing that still beats having your marbles pulled out through your nose.
Just say'in.
I love Kim Gamble's posts. They get the award for the absolutely MOST informative of all on OS.
Curious, though. What do you call a super single bed?
And Margaret, why would you want to eat butterflies?
that smells like formaldehyde...
Oh my god, who would *do* that!!??
As for the automatic sheet changer, clearly the details need working out.
Australian bedsite? google. First site that showed up. I go out of my way for friends.
Still worried about the screaming. I fell asleep every night as a kid clutching my stuffed koala (not stuffed that way! aagghhh) my godfather brought me from Australia that had a wind-up song of Waltzing Matilda. I credit that bear and that song for my mostly scream-free nights. I highly recommend. It might work for you. Romantic partners/neighbors/anyone/you likely can handle a waltzing stuffed koala in the middle of the night better than the screams...just a thought. And I'd try a bed wider than a single, you won't believe the joy. And limbs can go all awry under the window, catching the breeze, waving and free on a nice wide bed too, Kim. and Diana : )
(Clearly most Americans cannot handle this skinny bed thing. We can't handle someone not having a TV either. When we didn't have one, on purpose, for over 15 years, our neighbors kept bringing us theirs! They couldn't handle it. Fortunately you live so far from here, mattresses likely will not be arriving at your door by well-meaning Americans....but we do wish you'd fix this crisis.)
Phyllis we call super single size beds 3/4 beds.
Margaret eats butterflies because she's technically insane.
It fair puts you off, Larry.
Formaldehyde then, with an e.
Thanks Just Thinking. Love your bear story.
TVs & wide mattresses are optional ~ so few realise this.
Amazing how much gets done without them.
Makes me think of those in king-size beds facing 4' flat screens & remotes. Which in turn, makes me want to go for a walk.
Oh, I am with you on that one.
I do like a wide bed though, full or queen's fine. Pushed under a window that's wide open so I can see out when I wake up. No TV, computer, shoji, or any other screens in the room at all. I'm even pushing for a breaker at the door so all electricity can disappear at night from the room altogether, but that's a bit custom and a dream for now. Egyptian cotton's nice too....miss the koala though, it's long gone...
...why am I here talking about beds again?
Mornin'.
Phyllis, the question is why WOULDN'T you want to eat a butterfly - esp. if it tasted like Sweet Tarts?
JT, I like my queen pillow top w/a pile of books next to it on the nightstand. What is this fascination with twin beds? Does anyone even make them anymore? Maybe companies like Sealy and Serta have a special division, just for the wee people of Australia.
He is a much better teacher than I am.
thank you for this
And ARRRRR! I've got you in me sights, Gamble!
;)
PW
Rita, Crook is zilch, & ever will be, given his attitude. I think it's safe to say "He doesn't matter," which is his own thesis anyway, so I'm not stealing anything ... & yes ~ satin : wtf ?
Mornin' JT.
Margaret,
A much as we love it when people comment on our posts, it's not always easy to respond individually. I hope you'll forgive me for saying :
Oh, thanks ! I was hoping someone would talk about having their brains pulled out through their nose & then stuffed back in !
You've really added something to my post that I didn't think I'd EVER achieve ... DISGUST !
I feel so ... blessed. I'm going to kneel down with my best friend Father Thomas behind the back pew & discuss disgust for a moment ...
Well ! That was ... nice :-)
I think we might need a mop, now.
A few Hail Mary's might not go astray either.
Oopsies !
vanessa,
thanks for coming by & reading. Missing you.
x
Thanks, Helvetica.
A beautiful story, with pictures.
Loving the last sentence, especially.
Poor Woman, AARRGH !! It be on at the time of yer choosin' !
I had come here a few times but was too tired to read it.
There is too much emotion involved to give a good critique,but I like to thank you for this insightful piece of writing.
Too bad you are so far away.I am very much interested in this project.
Rated for new ways to walk on...
I know lots of people with intellectual disabilities - but that's just my opinion. Aren't you really asking if we know people with emotional/empathic/loving abilities?
I too wish we we could all be sitting around in the same big, comfortable room.
consonants&vowels ~ Meher Baba ?
Yes, I guess that's what I'm asking. Thanks for that :-)
That was the first time I experienced real love in my life, unconditional love. Those people have the ability. They don't love you because you are special, they love you because the only thing they do is love. It doesn't matter if you are young or old or skinny or plump they give their hearts to you and that comes from very deep within themselves. Every time an intellectually disabled person touched me ... I felt a sense of release and I realised some sort of healing was happening inside of me. ... they are very wounded people and they have the ability, they are the healers. They are the only real healers that I have become involved with in my life."
So many thoughts step out from all that is offered here ...
A thousand thanks ... still ... for all the gifts ... love gives ...