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.
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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