Handicap travel to Paris France

  This is a short documentary on sites in Paris. Please enjoy.

Handicap health..it’s up to you.

  Vitamin E may not be so good for you!  Got this article the other day and thought I’d pass it on.

The old dented bucket…very heart warming


Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore . We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to out-patients at the clinic.
One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man. “Why, he’s hardly taller than my 8-year-old,” I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body. The appalling thing was his face, lopsided from swelling, red and raw.
Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, “Good evening. I’ve come to see if you’ve a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there’s no bus ’til morning.”
He told me he’d been hunting for a room since noon but with no success, no one seemed to have a room. “I guess it’s my face …. I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments ..”
For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: “I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning.”
I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch.. I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us. “No, thank you I have plenty.” And he held up a brown paper bag.
When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn’t take a long time to see that this old man had an over sized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her 5 children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury.
He didn’t tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was preface with a thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going…
At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children’s room for him. When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch.
He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, “Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won’t put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair.” He paused a moment and then added, “Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don’t seem to mind.”
I told him he was welcome to come again.
And, on his next trip, he arrived a little after 7 in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen! He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they’d be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m. And I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.
In the years he came to stay overnight with us, there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden.
Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk 3 miles to mail these, and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious.
When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning.
“Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!”
Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice. But, oh!, if only they could have known him, perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to bear.
I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.
Recently I was visiting a friend, who has a greenhouse, as she showed me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, “If this were my plant, I’d put it in the loveliest container I had!”
My friend changed my mind. “I ran short of pots,” she explained, “and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn’t mind starting out in this old pail. It’s just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden.”
She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven.
“Here’s an especially beautiful one,” God might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. “He won’t mind starting in this small body.”
All this happened long ago – and now, in God’s garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand.
The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” (1 Samuel 16:7b)
Friends are very special. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear and they share a word of praise. Show your friends how much you care. Pass this on, and brighten someone’s day.
Nothing will happen if you do not decide to pass it along. The only thing that will happen if you DO pass it on is that some-one else might enjoy the story.

Handicap travel…In time and to Ecuador

  well gang I received an e-mail from a friend about flying in England around 1932. If you were a “moneyed” person you could take a trip to Africa on first class. I found this quite interesting.


   This is a very different  way of travel than we’re used to. Ecuadorians don’t seem to mind things we here in the U.S. couldn’t stand. This journey gives you sites to see that are common place there.


   This is fun for me to be on the lookout for interesting places.  Please enjoy…

When you go out in your wheelchair

  Keeping your stuff together. I found what works for me is..a fanny pack! You know the stuff you need when you are out and about needs to be with you. I found a very nice, well made one on Amazon .com.

    I had been looking for something that would work for me for some time. I was a longtime briefcase guy. Mostly files, papers, even snacks like energy bars or nuts. Well after my stroke all that changed. A briefcase was to big and awkward and I couldn’t use my hands so good. So on to my quest for something to work.

   I tried different types of bags on my wheelchair. [You may say..so what to all this ranting on]..well I like to be as normal as possible..so I want my stuff with me. I even tried  over the shoulder bags.  These items were too “sissyfied” for me…[now remember I’m 75 years old!]..so onward I went. 

   After much [research]..ie. lookin around, I came across this butt bag. It has all kinds of pockets on it and is well made. Now, granted it’s not [cheap], but it had just what I was looking for. It has a place on the sides for water bottles. I had used the cheaper fanny packs and found them too lightweght to be of any use. Too tight and hard for me to use.

   If any of this makes sense to you take a good look at this item.


After a stroke..Begin to take Naps

  Yes guys..Naps! I attached a link about sleeping to [naps]…Since I have gotten older I’ve re-thunk my feelings on naps. When I was younger, I had no time for naps. Busy, busy, go, go..After my stroke things changed. I now had no place to go…no body to see, I was forced to slow down by my stroke.   As it turns out, I love my nap-time. Resting mid-day works well for me. I set aside in my day a couple of hours for nap time. I actually go to sleep for about an hour. This shows me that I’m  doing the right thing. Strokes do change your life.

Handicap-travel..Motorcycle riding

  Ha,ha..bet you’d never thought you could actually go on an offroad motorcycle trip!  I know I did. When I was younger I went many off road places, It was fun!  After my stroke ,  I thought I was finished forever!  Not sooo.  Came across this U-tube video..Enjoy  30 min. long.



Handicapped: Not all of me…

  I must share what happened to me at four am this morning!  I woke up with a start and realized, yes, I am now handicapped but not all of me.  My mind is still working. In fact it’s working better than before. I am learning new things daily. I’m getting less angry or irritated at myself daily. My desire to embrace new [for me] things and make them a part of my character is very wonderful. I had no idea this was possible.

   I believe this is happening to me through my faith in God. Ya see I believe in God. Through-out my life He’s been there for me. So I believe there are no accidents in life. Take my stroke for instance…yes it was awful, life changing, I went through hell on my end.however, God knows what He has in mind for me..It was up to me to give my WILL over to Him. Not an easy thing to do. This is one of those things you never arrive at. It is a daily effort. I read my bible every day..I take the time to stop and think about it.

Posting this Blog once a week has given me a new sense of accomplishment . Thank you guys who regularly read my postings

Handi-cap travel…Austrailia

    I came across these funny saying’s awhile back and thought it would fit today’s blog.

   I  have been in many places but I’ve never been in Cahoots.

Apparently you can’t go alone. You have to be in Cahoots
with someone. I’ve also never been in Cognito. I hear no one
recognizes you there.

I have, however; been in Sane. They don’t have an airport;
you have to be driven there. I have made several trips there
, thanks to my friends, family and work. I would like to go
to Conclusions, but you have to jump, and I’m not too much
on physical activity anymore.

I have also been in Doubt. That is a sad place to go and I
try not to visit there too often. I’ve been in Flexible, but
only when it was very important to stand firm. Sometimes I’m
in Capable and I go there more often as I’m getting older.

   Well on-ward and upward..to our travels…Australia…this is a very nice train trip -history and adventure…  


Goodbye 2013…Hello 2014

Hi  guys….well another year is gone into history. Yes, we’ve had our downs and a few ups…I for one am full of thanks to God I’m still alive, handicap and all, that I can say these words now. For our country it’s been a tough year [s] since the lefties took over things. As a conservative I’m very sad the way things have gone, however I firmly believe God is in charge. As a Christian GOD has shown me the way That I need to respond to our troubles here in America. No lie or deception will go unseen by God. He will bring Justice to all of us.

Now personally….yes it’s been tough. I’m very thankful, however, that I’m on assisted living now with my daughter helping me. Not being able to move my legs,arms, and hands like I use-to is a pain, but I’m moving forward a little at a time. I know, I know, I even got the blue California handicap sticker to prove it, but it’s still not fun. 

I wanted to thank you readers for joining me this year at Handicap Cafe. Your responses help me to carry forward.  I have plans to hopefully make this little blog more interesting in 2014.

May God bless you and make His face shine upon you…


After a stroke..Handicappers Travelogue..

  • Well guys I’m adding something new to our adventures. Handicappers Travelogue..[Handi-Travel]. I know this seems like an oxymoron statement [.


      [ok-si-mawr-on, -mohr-]  Show IPA

    noun, plural ox·y·mo·ra  [ok-si-mawr-uh, -mohr-uh]  Show IPA , ox·y·mor·ons. Rhetoric .

    a figure of speech by which a locution produces an incongruous, seemingly self-contradictory effect, as in“cruel kindness” or “to make haste slowly.”

      However through the magic of computers we can go places and experience things we thought were impossible. Also Time Travel [sorta]. This should be fun.

  • Our trip this month will be to the Great Lakes area during the late 30’s through to the end of Wourld War II
  • The Great Lakes provided vital support for the war effort in WWII, from
    building 28 fleet subs in Manitowoc to providing the bulk of US industrial
    output, we could not have won the war if not for the benefits of the Great
    Lakes and their related industry. However there was another benefit of the
    lakes that is often overlooked. Japan quickly lost the war because, among
    many other things, its navy could not replace its carrier pilot losses. We
    could. But how did we train so many pilots?

    We took two old side-wheel Great Lakes passenger steamers and turned them
    into training carriers on Lake Michigan! Virtually every carrier pilot
    trained in the war got his landing training on these amazing ships! Sadly
    nothing but these great photos and the wrecks of the aircraft that ditched
    alongside them remain to tell their fascinating story!

    Check this out link USS Sable and USS Wolverine This is a great video on what went on.


After a stroke…PB and J



No…..It’s not something naughty…or health wise; it’s a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. After my stroke I had to learn all over again how to chew. My first convalescent hospital had an in house therapist that worked with me on moving my jaw and neck muscles. We laughed and I giggled at my attempts to speak and chew. Actually it was awful for me, but I was very determined to get better. I saw her twice a week for about six weeks. She was very helpful to get me back on track.  Now I must admit to loving peanut butter. As a kid it was one of our staple foods in the 1940’s. Most every thing  was rationed and very hard to get. [remember Spam?]. I digress, I often had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in my lunch bag. My favorite was Skippy chunk style peanut butter.

In fact during my life time I moved on to even better brands. Before my stroke I was eating the kind you had to hand mix the oil into the butter. It tasted sooo fresh..ummm, and I had  gone to jam. Now you ask, what does this have to do with my stroke? I thought that I couldn’t chew anymore and so, no more peanuts. this was most upsetting.  As it turned out, this thought was wrong! Today, November 2013, I can begin to enjoy once more crunchy peanut butter on English muffins

Don’t give up on yourself. In spite of your handicap you can live life to the full.

Pithy sayings to encourage

   Over the years  I’ve used sayings to encourage myself. I was self employed and needed all the help I could get! Here are a few examples for your perusal…

 Quotes on life, life quotes image

 Patience, persistence and perspiration make an unbeatable combination for success.
Napoleon Hill 
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/n/napoleon_hill.html#dtcgjMEDUftRkrYF.99

 I am not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.
Woody Allen
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/w/woody_allen.html#MCa26vqZoRh5FIIO.99

 The talent for being happy is appreciating and liking what you have, instead of what you don’t have.
Woody Allen 
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/w/woody_allen.html#MCa26vqZoRh5FIIO.99

Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering – and it’s all over much too soon.
Woody Allen 
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/w/woody_allen.html#MCa26vqZoRh5FIIO.99



Here’s where you can find more if you are interested.


After a stroke getting a “reacher”


  •  Here’s a must have for us stroke victims. It’s called a “reacher”. During my time in rehab I was introduced to this item. As I learned to use it I could see the value of this thing.
  •  The Duro-Med 32 is sturdily built. I found it able to pick up most objects that were too low for me to bend over without back pain. Flat paper could be picked up by pushing it against a solid surface such as your shoe to raise one side and then grasping a side with the grabber. The magnetic tip came in handy for picking up light objects containing ferrous material such as pins or nails. The shape of the grabber’s jaws allows for grasping objects with a variety of shapes.
  • I think for me the hardest thing to accept is that I need this thing. I usta just bend over and get stuff, now it’s like planning for invasion…uggg. I know, I know..I need to be thankful that I’m alive and kicking. Sometimes I just gotta complain..to you my friends who understand stroke stuff.
  • Here’s where you can get one…http://www.amazon.com/Duro-Med-Aluminum-Reacher-Magnetic-Tip

Bits and pieces..October 2013

  • clock…I had been looking for a clock I could see at night. I needed a battery-powered clock, readable from a distance, in a corner with no outlet nearby. I opted for LCD because of the lower power requirement than LED, but I wanted to read it at night, which required some sort of backlighting like electroluminescence. I found the 2-inch Elgin LCD battery-powered clock on Amazon. It has an alarm, which I didn’t need, but also has a toggle switch which enables/disables a light sensor; when enabled, the sensor turns on green backlighting at night (probably EL).This is just what I wanted Very happy.
  • http://www.amazon.com/Elgin-2-Inch-Multifunction-Alarm-Smartlite/dp/B0052EKXB0/ref=cm_rdp_product
  • hand wash-Since my stroke it’s been hard to wash my hands. I’ve ordered Method foaming wash twice. The first time it was the blue-tinted Eucalyptus Mint. (Gorgeous color). It had a scent that I thought would work well.

    This time, I wanted one without dyes, so I got the Sweet Water, hoping it would have a “unisex” sort of scent. Water is neutral, right?

    No, it doesn’t. I’d put this scent squarely in the “gentle floral” department. It’s a clean, scent that’s not overwhelming .

    The foaming action is great (I reuse the bottles, putting other shower or hand soaps in there, diluting a bit with water, and getting them to foam up this way.) These make nice gifts in baskets witih other personal products, cause the bottle’s shape is attractive.

    It’s not inexpensive. You can get hand washes for a LOT LOT less. But this one smells wonderfull, doesn’t irritate my  sensitive skin, and foams up..easy to use.

  • Flag– Yes I’m an American through and through.I wanted a small American flag to be on my computer desk, so lo and behold my daughter had one for me! I love lookng at it every day, as it reminds me of what I stand for.



After a stroke…reading



   I have been a mostly magazine reader guy. Mostly because I  w as busy making a living [self employed] so not too interested  in [wasting time] reading books!

   After I had my stroke I was forced into changing my thinking. Well’ I thought, perhaps I can catch up on reading. So I went to Amazon.com because I’d heard you could get books there.

   Then Kindle came into my life! Turns out you can download this app for free for your PC. No stacks of books beside my bed. They’re delivered wireless through the internet! No UPS shipping, just BAM and I have it! I keep them all in my computer. I can go to the Kindle store and look for books that interest me. I found I really like mysteries and history.

My attitude is a work in progress since my stroke

   My attitude is a work in progress. Each day I wake up and begin again. I begin again to realize how much God loves me and looks after me. Here it is, October 2013 and I’m alive!  A new day dawns, I see the sun rise and get another chance to enjoy life. As I looked up in the sky and saw the clouds it reminded me that I’m just a mortal and have no control of the big picture. HOORAY….IT ONLY TOOK A STROKE TO BRING ME HERE. I know, I know that’s a big leap. But many wonderful things are happening to me. 

   I’ve moved on from convalescent hospital living to independent living with my daughter. This is really great. I enjoy the environment of home. I do need assistance getting dressed in the morning and at night going to bed. I practice safety on every thing I do and I have someone there in case of emergency.

   Taster…It seems that since my stroke I can taste things better. I eat slower and pay close attention to what I eat. My stroke effected my throat and it took me awhile to see that. I added a mild hot sauce to my routine instead of using salt and pepper. It’s very taste e and pleasant. [Cholula]…


Bits and pieces-September 2013

  • Haircut…how can I get one after my stroke? I usta go to the barbershop, then they became hair salons! When the shop had a barber pole outside the front door [yes..really] you usually knew the barber personally, and he remembered you so you just said “the usual cut” please. You sat down and waited and read some manly magazines until you were called.


   Now that I had stroke how am I going to get a cut? The convalescent hospital provided me, along with others, a girl barber. She was quite good..asked me if I wanted a winter cut or a summer one! When I moved to assisted  living with my daughter, I found Gloria. She cuts my hair the old fashioned way like my barber…so gentle and smooth.  She takes years off my looks and makes me feel great.

  • Fans…Here’s something I found that helps me to sleep.  I set up  a small fan on my night table next to my bed.  The quiet noise of the fan helps to drown out noises and cool me down in summer.

After stroke..making changes in my Box

  I got to thinking about more things I needed  to say on this subject. The box represents my thinking pattern for all my life. At 75 years old this is not an easy thing to contemplate changing. In fact, think of the Christmas season,  how most of us grow up thinking there is a Santa, snow gently falling, turkey and ham dinners, apple pie etc, only to find out later this is not always true. So it  is with many of the things we hold dear. Lately I’ve been forcing myself to look at things from a different point of view, to step out of my Box so to speak!

   As an example, having a car.  I couldn’t wait to learn how to drive. In my days we could get a learners permit at fifteen and half. My dad refused to teach me “car 101” so I learned in public school. There were four of us mixed boys and girls going out twice a week in a new 1953 Chevy four door sedan. This was a stick shift on the column [no automatics for us] and I took to driving like a duck takes to water.

   Now after all these years of loving to drive, I can’t! My stroke took my balance and fine motor skills away. It’s been very, very hard on me not to drive. However I’m determined  to stretch myself out and learn other things about getting around. Just thinking out of the box is so hard. 

   To sum this all up…You are still YOU.  As you adjust your thinking ..you can make things out of the box. You’ve done it all your life, and as long as you’re breathing …YOU can do it.

After stroke-change of thinking

   This is a good thing. I didn’t realize how much I was in a BOX that I had created for myself. Yes,meeee…ya know growing up, thinking certain things, forming my opinions, not really listening to others. If you could see my face..it’s red with embarrassment. I gave the impression that I was flexible, but deep inside I firmly kept my opinions anyway,right or wrong. 

   Now that I’ve grown older and hopefully wiser I’m on a mission to reexamine my thinking in all areas except one…my belief in Jesus Christ. Every day God amazes me. From things I take for granted, because I was born and live in America to watching world events unfold and realizing how powerful prayer is. When I was a kid we said the pledge of alligence to the flag every school day. We were taught to be proud of our country not ashamed of it.

   I’m a conservative  and I believe that each one of us has the right of choice. I feel our founding fathers were led by God to establish America. Let’s face it…it was hard,  messy times.  

  I’m now making an effort to listen to other views and opinions, and I’m finding more and more evidence of the truth of some of my views. However, I’m making attitude adjustments daily. I feel like I’m getting wiser because it;s getting easier to stay quiet and listen these days.

   I’m out of the box at last, however it’s not a simple, easy thing. I am determined to live my life, what’s left of it, to the fullest!