Yes I remember that Debora. At school I had with me a set I had put
together, a tactile geometry set with some tactile drafting
capabilities. Some of the highschool staff and the brass were
intrigued; don't know why really. So they took it from me to examin
it. And then they would not return it to me. It had cost me some money
certainly, and more than a little research and work. I had been given
some very helpful progressive ideas and leads from the Manitoba
Department Of Education, some of their braille books, and helpful
conversations with their blind highschool students who were way ahead of
where we were at WRMS in everything. Some of the specialized pieces in
my geometry/tactile set were rare or impossible to replace. And they
told me that I could not have it back because in their view I was at an
advantage over the other students. Advantage? What advantage,
exactly? So that neat tactile geometry and drafting set, extraordinary
for that time and especially at WRMS, was never replaced, it was
dispersed, and I couldn't duplicate it. You know just remembering it
now more than slightly burns me up. Why, and it was over 40 years ago?
Well, Debbie, I'm not sure exactly why. Perhaps it was the injustice?
The non-explanation of the several staff who did that? (blast their
blood) I remember that Miss Barker our science teacher tried to go to
bat for me, and if memory serves me correctly so did Mr. Barney who was
our mathematics teacher and our physics teacher. Well, let's say
supposed grade 12 physics. We were way behind in maths and physics,
absurdly so in fact. Mr. Bill Pippy was one of the staff who decided
that I should not receive back my tactile set. Some others from the
senior school office ... can't recall who they were. I wonder if there
was a mis-communication or mis-understanding along the serpentine line
somewhere and I was meant to receive back the set? There was nothing
dangerous about the kit. Ha. We did some fun and crazy dangerous stuff
shall we say "off hours", and that was not sanctioned. Well, at least
if it was we didn't abide them. But I'm sure that Rod doesn't remember
any silly and dangerous stuff we did like chasing one another atop the
sand dunes and running like my pants were on fire (which they probably
were), and suddenly I was in mid air, and a moment later Rod landed by
my head in a splash of sand hahaha. And I'm sure he does not remember
us flying down that hill and ripping through that snow fence and we
being unconscious for a bit and having to be patched up at the
infirmary. haha And I know he's forgotten about those high stakes dice
games we used to shoot late late at night when more sensible people
would be snug in their beds with visions of shapely sugar plums all in
their heads. I won't tell what was really in our heads at nights so
sugar plums will have to do. Or the time when Roddie and his then
room-mates (I think John Hamson and some others were in that
well-behaved and quiet room) were throwing firecrackers out their window
late at night, and one blew back into the room, and they couldn't find
it and it blew up, and that brought Mr. Stout in and he literally made
the residence shake by slamming their door. Man, that Mr. Stout thing
was loud! And one of you quiet guys had a tape recorder going of it
when Stout came in and that was that. If I remember the last part of
that recording he said, "...I'll come ddown on you like a TRUCK!" And
then there was a tremendous BANG as he swept your door shut. In fact
you could actually hear and feel the air pressure suddenly whoosh and
change just before that residence-vibrating BOOM of the door being
slammed. hahaha Someone played the tape of that for us the next day or
whenever.
Charles