In a world veiled in darkness, my grandmother found her light in the tactile whispers of point print. At three months old, her eyes may have betrayed her, but her spirit was as sighted as ever. The Bible and books that filled her days were not defined by their heft or the thickness of their pages, but by the life they breathed into her through their raised dots-a language of touch, a precursor of Braille.
Her slate and stylus were her instruments of correspondence, a bridge between her world and that of her blind friends. With each letter she crafted, her thoughts were etched into existence, her words a tangible presence in a world she could only hear and feel.
Her books would rest on her lap, a foundation of knowledge and faith as solid as the earth itself. Her fingers, nimble and sure, would dance across the pages, a ballet of sensation and understanding. The dots beneath her touch would rise to meet her, eager to share their secrets and stories.
I remember the sound of her voice, rich and warm, as she read aloud. It was a melody that resonated with wisdom and resilience, a testimony to her ability to navigate a world that was not built for her. Her dexterity was a marvel, her fingers moving with a grace that belied their age.
Those books, the stylus, the slate-they were more than mere objects. They are the legacy of a woman who refused to be defined by her limitations, and who embraced the world with hands wide open. They are cherished not only for what they are but for what they represent: the indomitable will of my grandmother who saw more clearly with her heart than most do with their eyes.
Roxie, a name that echoed within the walls of our home, was a beacon of resilience and grace. Blindness never dimmed her spirit; it only sharpened her other senses, transforming other daily chores into a display of her remarkable capabilities. Roxie, her domain was the heart of our household kitchen- where she reigned with gentle authority and an unerring touch.
As our dishwasher, Roxie's fingers were like whispers over porcelain, detecting and erasing the slightest imperfection. Plates and utensils gleamed under her meticulous care; each one emerging from her hands as if they were new. It was a dance of fingertips and water, a silent symphony played out on ceramic and metal.
The snapping of green beans was a ritual she performed with a surgeon's precision. Each bean was a conversation between her fingers and the vegetable's hidden strings. She would hold the snapped pieces to her cheek, a gesture as tender as a mother's touch, ensuring not a single string remained to mar the perfection of her task.
Shelling peas was a task she cherished, a moment of peace in the rhythm of the day. The pea pods would yield to her deft fingers, splitting open to reveal their hidden treasures. The bowl would fill, each pea a testament to her skill, and the sound of the shells parting was a familiar refrain in the melody of our family life.
Grandma Roxie, as we fondly called her, was more than just a member of our family. She was a symbol of unwavering strength, a reminder that the human spirit can adapt and thrive. Her legacy is etched not only in the well-worn pages of her point print books but in the very essence of our home. She is unforgettable, a cherished memory that continues to inspire and guide us.
This is proudly my memories of a grand blind lady who greatly influenced my life and character.
If you're doing lots of video as a substack creator, make sure to watch your screentime and apply blue light filtration or blue-blocking glasses, as synthetic blue light induces myopia, and HALF the global population is expected to have this condition by 2050.
Compare the hazards of blue light with the not well known fact that monitors often have fluorescent light back-lighting. That is hell on the eyes. Huge spectrum of EMF exposure. Fluorescent is older tech, but switchmode type circuitry generates square wave EMF, a big hazard. Science is at bioinitiative.org
Having grown up in a Quacker community, I am unsure what a guided meditation is. We start so young that it is just part of our natural routine. Kids join the adults in meditation for 15 minutes and then leave. The adults continue on for another 45 minutes. And yes, a two- and three-year-old can sit still quietly for 15 minutes.
Here is the full conversation for anyone interested.
Excellent. I'm going to try this. Thanks!
Why is Elon Musk robbing thousands of jobs from middle class workers in the United States by building his new Tesla manufacturing facility in China?
It was the United States that saved Tesla and Elon Musk from bankruptcy, not China.
ROXIE, MY BLIND GRANDMOTHER
In a world veiled in darkness, my grandmother found her light in the tactile whispers of point print. At three months old, her eyes may have betrayed her, but her spirit was as sighted as ever. The Bible and books that filled her days were not defined by their heft or the thickness of their pages, but by the life they breathed into her through their raised dots-a language of touch, a precursor of Braille.
Her slate and stylus were her instruments of correspondence, a bridge between her world and that of her blind friends. With each letter she crafted, her thoughts were etched into existence, her words a tangible presence in a world she could only hear and feel.
Her books would rest on her lap, a foundation of knowledge and faith as solid as the earth itself. Her fingers, nimble and sure, would dance across the pages, a ballet of sensation and understanding. The dots beneath her touch would rise to meet her, eager to share their secrets and stories.
I remember the sound of her voice, rich and warm, as she read aloud. It was a melody that resonated with wisdom and resilience, a testimony to her ability to navigate a world that was not built for her. Her dexterity was a marvel, her fingers moving with a grace that belied their age.
Those books, the stylus, the slate-they were more than mere objects. They are the legacy of a woman who refused to be defined by her limitations, and who embraced the world with hands wide open. They are cherished not only for what they are but for what they represent: the indomitable will of my grandmother who saw more clearly with her heart than most do with their eyes.
Roxie, a name that echoed within the walls of our home, was a beacon of resilience and grace. Blindness never dimmed her spirit; it only sharpened her other senses, transforming other daily chores into a display of her remarkable capabilities. Roxie, her domain was the heart of our household kitchen- where she reigned with gentle authority and an unerring touch.
As our dishwasher, Roxie's fingers were like whispers over porcelain, detecting and erasing the slightest imperfection. Plates and utensils gleamed under her meticulous care; each one emerging from her hands as if they were new. It was a dance of fingertips and water, a silent symphony played out on ceramic and metal.
The snapping of green beans was a ritual she performed with a surgeon's precision. Each bean was a conversation between her fingers and the vegetable's hidden strings. She would hold the snapped pieces to her cheek, a gesture as tender as a mother's touch, ensuring not a single string remained to mar the perfection of her task.
Shelling peas was a task she cherished, a moment of peace in the rhythm of the day. The pea pods would yield to her deft fingers, splitting open to reveal their hidden treasures. The bowl would fill, each pea a testament to her skill, and the sound of the shells parting was a familiar refrain in the melody of our family life.
Grandma Roxie, as we fondly called her, was more than just a member of our family. She was a symbol of unwavering strength, a reminder that the human spirit can adapt and thrive. Her legacy is etched not only in the well-worn pages of her point print books but in the very essence of our home. She is unforgettable, a cherished memory that continues to inspire and guide us.
This is proudly my memories of a grand blind lady who greatly influenced my life and character.
Her grandson:
peppermiller3011@gmail.com
Grandmas are VIPs!
It's doubtful you can trust the words of anyone with the last name Harris.
Um, that's kind of a cheap shot, no?
huh
Really??
It would be great to have this feature, live videos, from the web browser 😉
Oh, it's currently only in the mobile app?! that's odd.
At least in my case
Do you have a webcam? I just clicked on the Go Live link and my webcam wasn't on, but the option was there.
If you're doing lots of video as a substack creator, make sure to watch your screentime and apply blue light filtration or blue-blocking glasses, as synthetic blue light induces myopia, and HALF the global population is expected to have this condition by 2050.
Compare the hazards of blue light with the not well known fact that monitors often have fluorescent light back-lighting. That is hell on the eyes. Huge spectrum of EMF exposure. Fluorescent is older tech, but switchmode type circuitry generates square wave EMF, a big hazard. Science is at bioinitiative.org
The u no what party said we will all be dead by then from global warming (aka climate change), So I’m not worried.
I hear you, but that same party is saying nothing about blue light, and in fact steering us away from it via misdirection and half-truth.
https://romanshapoval.substack.com/i/154549769/is-blue-light-harmful
The study you cite is https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC10093228/
It does not control for the obvious cofactor which would be hazardsous levels of switchmode circuitry EMF (dirty electricity) from computer screens.
It is axiomatic that, to be valid, studies must control for obvious cofactors.
Having grown up in a Quacker community, I am unsure what a guided meditation is. We start so young that it is just part of our natural routine. Kids join the adults in meditation for 15 minutes and then leave. The adults continue on for another 45 minutes. And yes, a two- and three-year-old can sit still quietly for 15 minutes.
I love Dan's videos, both live and recorded.
That's should be more comfortable
Wow do I deeply not care about video
As a therapist, it is a brilliant title, get a dose of sanity.
This is a great feature! Excited to learn more!
Thank you so much
Please can l have your autographs,newsletters
Can’t play this in my iPhone app but can play on my desktop in browser. Hmmm
Weird Im playing it on my android ph. Try turning ph off and cold reboot.
It will be even better when Substack allows for integration with Restream and the like. Looking forward to that.