Welcome to White Cane Connections.

My name is Sue Boman. Yes, that’s me in the picture posted here. I have called this blog White Cane Connections because I am one of the many people who use a white cane. I began this blog because I wanted to write about a project I undertook in 2012. The plan was to complete a series of walks using my white cane. Between March and September, I walked in 82 different locations across Canada. So, the blog begins by telling of my experiences and the many people I met along the way.

While this particular journey has now been completed, I find that I still have much to write about. I am continuing to make new white cane connections, and so for the time being I will continue to add regular posts to this blog. I am hoping that you will be a partner in the journey.

Sue


Wednesday, 5 September 2012

September 2 & 4 - Truro & Windsor, NS

On Sunday morning Lyle and I attended the service at St. John’s Anglican Church in Truro. There is such a long history around this area of Canada. The parish was started in 1835 and the present church was built in 1881. Our friends, Corrine and Brian live in Truro, so following the service they had invited us to lunch. It was great to see them again in their home in the heritage section of the city. In fact, this was the same area where we walked in the afternoon.


Lyle and I are now in Windsor. Our start to the day was coffee with Connie. I have been keen to write about Connie ever since I met her back in Alberta last July. Connie is colour blind.

I say that I am keen to write more about Connie simply because by doing so I can emphasis that there are many forms of vision loss or impairment. Connie has been colour blind since birth. She sees her world in tones of black, white and grey and various shades of those three colours. Actually, Connie told me this morning that she can also see one particular shade of blue and one particular shade of yellow. We put this to the test by spreading out the yellow bag of a McDonalds Egg McMuffin. Yes, Connie could distinguish this, but she certainly has no luck in identifying patterns of dots in any optometry clinic.

Connie says that she is able to live with her colour blindness because she has never known anything different. One of her hobbies is to do stained glass patterns and pictures. I thought it was an unusual hobby for someone who is unable to see colour and I asked her how she managed. Apparently, when she buys her glass, the store assistant labels the colours for her and then she has separate labelled shelves when she puts the glass away at home.

It is September as I am writing this and Lyle and I have been talking about the changing colours of the fall leaves. We are looking forward to this, but for Connie there will be no discernible change in the colour. Connie told me that one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen was in winter.  Snow was on the ground and there had been a frost so that the icicles were hanging from the branches. It was an amazingly sunny day and the light shone brilliantly on the hanging icicles. The whole scene was one of black, white, and grey and was one of the most beautiful sights that Connie has ever seen.

This afternoon we will walk in Windsor and then there is the meeting with the members of the local Lions Club tonight.

1 comment:

  1. This is amazing to have such a hobby but shows if you the mine to do something you can do it, just as you are doing Sue.

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