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WILLIAM
THOMAS
"Your role, together with other in-
vited dignitaries, would be to under-
take a pre -determined task that
would highlight physical access to
local establishments."
Signal -Star reporter:<.Lou-Ann;Hope participated in the Awareness Day for
the physically disabled held last Thursday. At left, with her. aide Diane
Lebrun, she enters the Goderich Legion while above' she makes her way
across North Street (photos by YvetteZandbergen)
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Awareness Day for disabled an eye opener
BY LOU -ANN HOPE
Thursday, August 6. A day I doubt I will
forget.. A day I had been looking forward
to, albeit with some trepidation, for the
past week or so.
Thursday was Awareness of Social
Agencies Day For The Physically Disabl-
ed in Goderich. A day which was set aside
to educate the general public on what it
was like to have a disability as well as to
enlighten everyone concerning the town's •
accessibility for the disabled.
The event, held at the Goderich Legion,
consisted of films and displays set up by
local and county agencies which help those
persons with disabilities. In an effort to
make the public more aware of persons
with disabilities and the problems they
face daily, local dignitaries were asked to
actively participate in the day's events.
Included in this list of "dignitaries" was
myself, Kathleen Buckley (McKay Centre
co-ordinator), Jane Netzke (Goderich
recreation director), Dave Overboe
(Huron County Social Services), Salim
Remtulla (physio -therapist at Alexandra
Marine and General Hospital), Joan
VanDenBroek (Huron County Heart and
Stroke Foundation), Mel and Dorothy
Bogie (Goderich Lions and Lioness Clubs),
and Carol Wilson (Community Living Cen-
tral Huron). Goderich Town Council and
Huron County Council failed to send a
representative.
PROPOSAL
A letter inviting a Signal -Star staff
member to attend the event was sent to our
office about two three weeks ago. The let-
ter, sent by Joan Spittal (a member of the
committee which organized the day),
simply asked us to actively participate in
the Awareness Day program. The letter
said, `Your role, together with other in-
vited dignitaries would be to undertake a
pre -determined task, that would highlight
physical access to local establishments."
That didn't sound too bad. But, of
course, no-one in the office made a move to
say they would be interested in doing it.
Finally, Joan called editor Dave Sykes to
see if we would indeed be attending the
event. By this time, I had decided it would
be interesting to see how accessible the
town really was for someone with a
disability so I volunteered to be the "active
participant". Fellow reporter Yvette
Zandbergen would accompany . me to
record my participation on film.
While no mention was made, during the
telephone call, of the kinds of disabilities
the participants would be subjected to, I
did have an edge on other participants
since a similiar day was held in Clinton the
previous week.
At that event, Clinton News -Record
editor Anne Narejko had participated and
had been relegated to a wheelchair for her
tasks.
However, I still didn't know what
disability I would be assigned.
As the day drew nearer, my fellow col-
leagues kept asking me what disability I
would be undertaking. While I still had no
idea, I did admit to them I had no desire to
be blind, even if it was only temporary.
' WIIEELCHAIR-BOUND
Fortunately, when I arrived at the
Legion, I learned that I was to be confined
to a wheelchair.
My task, while in the wheelchair, was to
"circle the Square."
That didn't sound too bad. In fact, it
sounded fairly easy. Or so I thought.
Since our 'disabilities were being thrust
upon us, the organizers decided to have an
aide accompany each "dignitary" in case
help was needed. My aide was Diane
Lebrun, a member of the Goderich Lioness
Club.
"Choose a wheelchair" was the next
thing I heard. Fortunately, they had a
chair that was small enough for me. (If
the chair is too big for you, you can slip
through the back, not have enough sup-
port, and find the wheels hard to reach. I
had learned this while working in a nurs-
ing home as an aide during high school). I
sat down in the chair and suddenly found
myself being strapped in — around the legs
and chest. This, I was told, would keep me
from using my legs or upper body
strength.
In spite of this, I still didn't anticipate
any major problems.
Finally, we were on our way, Fortunate-
ly, the Legion is wheelchair accessible by
way of an elevator. Yvette, Diane and I
took the elevator from the second floor to
the ground floor. Getting out of the
elevator was where the problems started.
Once you get out of the elevator, you
have to puch open a heavy glass door to get
outside and then you go down a small in-
cline'to the sidewalk. Well, I needed help
with the door and then ...whoosh... I was
down the incline and almost across the
sidewalk and grassy area before I manag-
ed to turn and stop my chair. But I did get
stopped, much to the relief of Diane and
Yvette.
Almost immediately, I was faced with
crossing a street. And, wouldn't you know
it, there was a car waiting for me and a
few other people to cross. Crossing
Thames Street wasn't a problem, thanks to
the low curbs on either side.
I was off. The Square was getting closer.
But what was that vibration finder my
chair? The sidewalk, which is cobbled,
was making my wheelchair vibrate. This
annoyance increased as my trip around
the Square progressed 4
SLANTED SIDEWALKS
I've made it. I'm now at the corner of
the Square and Kingston Street and I'm
ready to tackle my task. As we cross the
street and proceed down the block, I notice
the wheelchair seems to be heading for the
parked cars. "Is it me?", I asked Diane.
She thought it might just be that particular
are but as the wheelchair kept heading
for the parked cars, we decided the
sidewalks must be sloped in that direction.
If you were walking, you probably
wouldn't notice that small inconvenience.
But, put yourself in a wheelchair and sud-
denly you find you have to fight that slope.
Surprisingly, it takes a lot of strength to
combat the slope and keep the wheelchair
going straight.
Once I figured out how to push the
wheelchair to keep from crashing into a
car (I found putting more pushing weight
on the side closest to the cars made up for
the slope), we were off and wheeling
again.
None of the curbs posed any problem,
except for the curb at North Street near
Anstett's jewellery store. It was a little
rough getting up that one, but I made it
"'without any help.
As we made our way around the Square,
I noticed, as did Diane (Yvette was always
walking in front of us trying to steal a pic-
ture), that people weren't looking at me. It
didn't matter if I looked at them first and
smiled, they still looked away. And if look-
ing away wasn't enough, one lady went so
far as to keep turning around and stare.
Others just kept moving as far away from
the chair as they could. It seemed as if
they thought a wheechair needed the en-
tire sidewalk to travel on. (Having pic-
tures taken of you while wheeling down
main street in a wheelchair would make
anyone wonder what was going on.)
Of course, there were two people who did
smile. One was an older gentleman. The
other was a little boy who appeared
fascinated by the wheelchair; that is until
his mother pulled him away. People who
look away or move away need to realize
that wheelchair-bound persons are human
too and like to be smiled at or spoken to. A
simple smile or hello brightens anyone's
day.
While making our way around the
Square, my aide and I took notice of the
entrances -exits to the stores, in an effort to
see which seemed to be accessible.
While, we noticed many stores which
were accessible (including Garb and Gear,
The Fashion Shoppe, Schaeffer's, Sears,
and the Bank of Nova Scotia), we also saw
a large number which were not easily ac-
cessible for wheelchair-botd persons
(such as the Bank of Montrea4, the movie
theatre, 'Foodland, and Lee's Shopping
Centre). I will admit, wheelchairs could
get into the stores if there were willing and
able-bodied persons around who could give
the person a lift up and down again. We
also: noted stores which are accessible had
heavy doors, making them hard to open for
anyone in a wheelchair, using a walker or
on crutches. However, at least accessibili-
ty was possible. .
From my seat, I noticed some window
displays were almost impossible to see;
namely the front window displays at
Anstett's and Ormandy's jewellery stores.
However, I do realize the majority of
jewellery stores do have small display
windows.
ALMOST HOME
By this time, we were rounding the cor-
ner of Kingston Street, within sight of the
Legion. At this point, I looked down and
noticed the sleeves of my sweater were
black from rubbing on the tires. I could
also feel my back sweating from the cons-
tant rubbing on the vinyl chair.
Again I crossed Thames Street and
made my way to the Legion's side door.
Again, I couldn't open the door so Diane
held it open for me. But I still had pro-
blems getting in the door. I kept getting'
stuck on the door frame. I ended up going
back and forth until I had enough momen-
tum built up to get me over the frame.
From there on it was easy. Back into the
elevator and up to the second floor.
Since we had arrived back fairly early
(only one or two other participants had ar-
rived), I decided to' see if the Legion
washrooms were accessible. Well, I won't
say it is impossible but I will say I wouldn't
even consider trying it again. The door is
too heavy to open, then once inside there is
a corner which was just wide enough for
my wheelchair to fit through. However, no
washroom stall was big enough to fit a
wheelchair into. While sitting in the
wheelchair, Iouldn't see myself in the
mirror nor cold I effectively reach the
sink taps. I could, however, reach the
towel dispenser with no problem.
Thankfully, my time in the wheelchair
was short and I was able to cast off my
disability one hour after I sat down.
Awareness Day certainly did reach its
goal with me and the other participants.
Although I never was insensitive to disabl-
ed persons and their needs, at least now I
am more aware of what those needs and
problems are. While my disability was on-
ly temporary, those persons with
disabilities must face their needs and pro-
blems daily.
I admit, I heartily agree with a state-
ment made by Clinton News -Record editor
Anne Narejko after her Awareness Day
experience: "For those of you who face
these difficulties and more, each day of
your lives, you've got more spunk, deter-
mination and guts than I'll ever have."
Chasing the
Almighty
Loonie buck
It is referred to in the Government of
Canada brochure as "solid currency"
which when viewed against the record of
this federal government's finances is a
classic contradiction in terms. History
will no doubt re -define Canadian "solid
currency" as that which results from be-
ing related to a Conservative cabinet
minister or having gone to school with
Brian Mulroney' himself.
"The One Dollar Coin" states the
brochure is "practical and legal tender
... will facilitate our daily cash transac-
tions, ....replace the one dollar hill,"
•Sure. And it will probably stimulate
other new and great ideas like pulling
carts with horses and taking your laun-
dry down to the river's edge and beating
it clean with rocks. •
°Like all federal government policies
the one dollar coin is hendecagonal
(11 -sided) and not what it appears or is
advertised to be. Only a government
which embodies all the best
characteristics of a bad vaudeville act
could foist a one dollar coin upon its
populace that looks 'likegold, is referred
to as gold, and is actually made of elec-
troplated nickel. •
Doug Henning as prime minister would
have been so much more professional.
If you should come across a
businessnian with a huge contract to sell
lawn mower motors to Air Canada or G.I.
Joe guns to the military — call a cop.
I am bothered by the fact that the new
gold coin has no gold in it and that it's
giving facial twitches to cashiers all
across this country. However the real
danger here is not the coin but the name:
"The Loonie."
The .coin will always be called "The
Loonie" after the serene etching of the
lake loon on the flip side of the coin. I sup-
pose it's a shade better than "The Lizzie"
after Elizabeth II who appears equally
(, serene, opposite the loon. Had the people
at the Royal Canadian Mint stumbled on-
to that thought it's quite likely they'd
have made the coin out ofrecycled beer
cans and called it "The Tin Lizzie."
What will "The Loonie" do for
Canada?
Well; most certainly it will erase or at
least confuse some of the best sayings the
dollar ever stood for.
Fggr instance "Bet your bottom
Looflie" or "I'll bet you Loonies to
donuts" just doest't carry the same
monetary threat as the dollar did.
I'm not saying we ought to do away
with the dollar expressions entirely but
certainly when you give the fiscalrlecture
on frugality to the children you will have
to further explain the rule "Save your
pennies and the Loonies will take care of
themselves."
On • the other hand it could save us
money internationally. When Joe Clark
offers eight -million Loonies to some
South American country whose economy
has collapsed the reply will come back:
"Already have that many loonies in this
country. That's why the economy col-
lapsed. Thanks anyway - Raoul."
Using Loonies in a free trade deal with
the United States could prove
disasterous. Imagine Simon Reisman, in
a gesture of good faith shipping a tandem
truck load of Loonies across the border
only to receive back from Peter Murphy
a box car full of people all of whom look
like TV's Larry, Darryl and his other
brother Darryl. My biggest fear is that
some crazed television producer caught
up in the 'hunt for Canadian content will
drag Buffalo's Chuck Healey kicking and
screaming across the Peace Bridge and
create a daily half-hour show entitled
"Bowling For Loonies." I see Chuck
pushing a half -ton bowling ball down the
lane toward 10 people standing shoulder -
to -shoulder who have recently been con-
victed of committing strange and un-
natural acts in public. "Oh — too bad
Chuck T that's the very difficult two -10
Loonie split!"
I wonder how the new non -gold coin
will effect our tourist industry —"Thank
your for shopping at K -mart. Will that be
Amercian dollars or Loonies?" Im-
pressive, eh?
Even as you read this, there's a mad-
cap entrepeneur in St. Catharines named
Wayne Hughes who's aim is to replace
every piggy bank in this country with his
own creation — "The Loonie Bin."
"It's shaped like a fruitcake and made
of nutshells and accepts only Mulroney
Loonies," says Hughes.
"The Loonie" lends new credibility to
the phrase "mad money". It ought to
carry the warning: "Do not fold, bend or
feed."
No this thing could get out of hand.
Already I suspect a prankster in the
Royal Mint. I don't know about your
Loonie but on the one I bought, if yoti just
take your thumbnail and scrape away
{ the down feathers near the rear -end of
the loon, underneath there's a smiling
photograph of our prime minister. —
Honest.
Feature .... p.2
Sports .... p.7