Simile: Sade’s Trip to Dwight.

 

Preparations so pressing with air so intense; Pencils like ready rifles. Make a list!
From dawn shattering the sky until the sun’s ray at noon; 

No time for friends or play, making noise like a loon.  
Thoughts are jumbled like big spider webs; 

Lay out clothes, coffee, and clock to wake up our heads. 
Here’s the order for the pantry, as empty as a tub; 

Make my appointment for Tuesday, for my ladies club. 
Jot this all down, son. You’re as sweet as a flower. 

Mom, this is an 80 mile trip. You’ll be home in three hours. 
Inspired by Vic and Sade. Read more, or listen to the audio here: Sades Trip To Dwight. 370604.

Acrostic: Glimpse of Pine Ridge

Lazy days fishing, or lost in a mine;Undertaking new ventures in business or the town; Marriage advice done by a bachelor? Fine. 
According to the almanac, grandpaP knows all the people around. 

Business partners for life, til they get out the rope; 

Nobody could be more faithful to another; 

Egotistical at times, could be their slippery slope; 

Remember Mousey Gray? To him they’re like his mother. 

Alliteral: Face-off with Fibber

Facial features flabbergast me, ranging from flat to flabby. Fabulous freckles fanning across the front. Peach fuzz, or fu Manchu flatter faces. Some have furrows formed from frowning. Faces are fantastic. Without them we would be featureless. 

Wow, that was bad. Consider it took me long moments to arrive at the puny paragraph you just perused. Consider that Jim Jordan did his alliterations on the fly, ad libbing all the way. His technique? Take a breath, and let fly with the words until the air supply ran out. 
Enjoy a few samples. 

Pedigree McGeefrom Pittsburg

The prize promoter of perfect pointer pet pups of Pittsburg, PA. 

Grab the whole show where this is excerpted: Master Of Kennel. 360113

Broadcloth McGee

The big shot Beau Brommel of the Baltimore bachelors. 

Grab the show where this can be found” New Years Celebration. 351230

Carpet Tactics McGee

The common courageous captain of cavalry quick to calculate a campaign to keep cool killers from coming over and conquering our continent with crashing cannon and continually quizzing captives to collect confessions of their conniving cohorts and the keenest kid at cracking codes from the caissons of camp custer to the coast of cold Caledonia 

Grab the show where this can be found: Military Advisor For Army Maneuvers. 390131

Retro OTR Diary 18 First, And Favorites Of the Great Gildersleeves, 1942

As posted on my podcast. Play or download the accompanying audio file by visiting:

Retro OTR Diary 18 First, And Favorites Of the Great Gildersleeves, 1942

Though this is the second season of the Great Gildersleeves show, it starts off with a lot of firsts, and features that have come to define the show. The first season saw several characters come and go, other than the core players. Gildersleeves character had no clear occupation. He left his position at the girdle factory when he left Wistful Vista, and the world of Fibber McGee and Molly to take over the guardianship of his niece and nephew. His sole occupation was in managing the family estate and financial holdings. As the Fall of 1942 rolled in the ongoing theme of supporting the war is joined by the appearances of such enduring characters as Mrs Leila Ransom, Peavey the druggist, Floyd the barber, and Chief Charlie Gates.

I share a few clips with some of my personal favorites from the first few weeks of the season. A trip to the lake to do some fishing to get one last relaxing outing before the end of Summer arrives, helps to showcase the characters in the household. A golf tournament features an egotistical cornet player who challenges Gildy’s patience, and gives him a tough time on the golf course. Things really take shape as Gildy plants a tree, then he overcomes an embarrassment to be appointed as Water Commissioner. Over the long term though, fans who are familiar with the show might recognize that the very same lazy and lax performance of the outgoing official is pretty much the same work ethic that Gildy applies to the job. It’s just that Gildy is much more lovable.

When it involves her love interest, Marjorie can be full of teen age drama, and unstable. When her uncle is in his own impetuous moments, she can be a stabilizing force, motherly and responsible, to keep him in check. Marjorie is no slouch at tossing the punchlines back at her impetuous uncle. She has a sophisticated ease in swapping the slang of the day, doing some genuine jive talking. When Gildy triumphs, she dotes on him, stroking his ego. When he is crushed in defeat, she uses just the right tender emotion to find an advocate to present his case in the world of grown ups in the city council. Portrayed by the talented Lurene Tuttle, Marjorie is a character who swings from the excited squeals of a girl, to admonition of the men folk in her life.

Though the reality of having a maid is rare, in the radio shows of the day, you would think it was commonplace. Regardless, Birdie brings all the submissive, stabilizing character to the household of a devoted mother. She has the right amount of sass to let you know her obedient nature comes with a price. She doesn’t pretend to know how to run the house, and lets Gildy do his thing. Still, without her the house would fall apart pretty quickly. Another recurring character is Judge Hooker The Judge is Gildy’s constant rival, bickering like an old married couple, but always in a friendly way. They bark at each other a lot, but when it comes down to it, they both would do whatever it takes to repair a wrong, or a serious hurt.

Of the new characters brought in, Chief Gates and Floyd the barber return, but not very often. Both will be part of a singing group that Gildersleeves starts in the upcoming years, along with the Judge and Peavey. The deep voiced chief is the voice of authority, and a good match for the role. Floyd is a good listener, and though in this first appearance his voice is provided by Mel Blanc, in the future he would be voiced by Arthur Q Brian, the voice of Elmer Fudd. Gilda’s occupation as Water Commissioner is introduced, and his secretary would play a big part in the frustrations of his office. However, in her introduction, she is played by Verna Felton, and is quite the overbearing matronly type. As the weeks go by her character leaves, and a search for a replacement would eventually be filled by Bessie. The ditsie dame who was voiced by the real life wife of Harold Peary, the Great Gildersleeves.

Leila Ransom, the sweet Southern Belle, is a stereotype of the upper class, plantation raised lady. We don’t learn her back story in these episodes, but she is a widow, which makes her open for the amorous advances of Gildersleeves. If there ever was a person to match Gildy’s impetuous nature, she is it. Fickle, self centered, expecting the world to be available at her beck and call, but charming to the point of endearing her to those she meets. Leila would become Gildy’s girlfriend, and even take him as far as getting married… almost. A plot twist ensures the bachelor remains that way, but it’s not the last of Leila.

Leroy is both a typical boy, and a pal to his uncle. He has trouble in school. When there’s a chore to do, Gildersleeves puts Leroy to work raking leaves, mowing the lawn, digging holes, anything that his uncle wants to get out of doing himself. His friend Piggy Banks is often talked about, but rarely appears. Leroy is a perpetual 12 years old, and voiced by that perpetually 12 year old sounding Walter Tetley. When there’s trouble to find, Leroy can find it, and when he can’t, he’s probably in it with his uncle. He likes to eat, he storms up and down the steps, and admires his uncle as though he were his real dad.

Finally, the great man himself, Throckmorton P Gildersleeves. Did I mention that he’s impetuous? He can’t say no to a pretty face, he doesn’t understand women at all, he can go from soaring high on an ego trip, to crashing hard with hurt feelings. When things go wrong, its because the world is conspiring to get him, or so he sees it. He sees a fault in others, Leroy for example, and coaches him on his work ethic, procrastinating, and having no plan for life, then Gildersleeves learns the hard way that he’s guilty of the same things. He can be impatient, and the victim of miscommunication, and be having one of his bad days. At the drop of a hat, and an ego boost, his infectious laugh is able to get anybody laughing with him. He tries to make the right decisions, and get the upper hand, but is just as likely to fall prey to a prank, or his own pride. Is he a good parent? Through his many failures in setting the good example, he is loved by his family, and friends, and somehow things seem to work out for the best in the end.

1942, Gildersleeves, ROTRD, Clips, Salutes, Characters, First_Appearances, Water_Commissioner

Driving the Retro Radio Brand to Market

Yippie Kai yi Yay! Get them blogs rounded up, and a-movin’! Well maybe not that kind of branding, or going off to market, but that’s today’s assignment in improving on the blogging experience. Changing the title and tag line of the blog. Granted, it’s easy to do, but I’m not gonna do it.

A good title and tag line name the site, and let visitors know at a glance what you do with your site. I know all about that, and that’s why I already put a lot of effort into them. I don’t feel the mission of the blog has changed all that much to rename them just for this exercise.

I can share a little on why I named it the way I did. It’s a blog, so I called it a blog. Sounds redundant, but it stemmed out of my podcast, and it just serves to point out that difference.

I called it Retro Radio because I wanted to share about the hidden treasure of old radio shows. I don’t like the traditional label of Old Time Radio, it’s too… well… old sounding. For me, it’s not nostalgic. That’s a word that implies that I have a first hand knowledge of it. As old as I am, it still falls in a time of history from before I was born. Retro means to go backwards, and not necessarily to a place that you’ve ever been to before. For me, and to all future generations of potential fans, that’s the most logical name for it.

I’d love to claim the word ‘retro’ for my domain, and for the site title, but it’s too vague by itself. There’s retro music, retro gaming, retro styles, retro clothing, retro cars, and the list goes on. Even the term ‘Retro Radio’ can be misleading, since there are people who rebuild old radio sets who use that name. With all that thought process behind me, I arrived at including the redundant word, ‘Podcast’ in the name.

My tag line, or description, or log line, has been tweaked through the years and if I decide to change anything, it’ll probably be that. However, For the sake of the exercise at hand… no. It suits me just fine. I see myself as a person who is bringing classic audio entertainment out of the dusty archives, and presenting it in a new way, podcasts, to a new audience. Kind of like a librarian who doesn’t leave those dusty books of Shakespeare, or Dickens on the shelf, but who scans them, reads them, and delivers them in new forms of media to the generations of today, and the future.

Who knows, after taking the time to write this article about it, maybe there will come a time when I rename the title. I suppose the lesson to be learned is not to be afraid to go there, and change that brand if the mission of what you do changes. Well, cowboys and cowgirls, it’s time to put them doggies to rest, lets get some grub from the chuckwagon, tomorrows another day on the trail of blogging improvements.

Day Two: Take Control of Your Title and Tagline

You set your blog’s address when you registered at WordPress.com, but your blog’s title — what readers see on your site when they visit — can be changed at any time. Today, let’s make sure you love yours.

Today’s assignment: edit your title and tagline.

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Hello, It’s Me Again – An Interview with RetroKeith

The question of, ‘Why?’ is something that can go in many directions. Why am I writing this? It’s part of another challenge to stretch my writing ability. Doing something original, and hopefully producing creative content that people actually enjoy. Why do I have this blog? I wanted to have a place for my own personal thoughts on old time radio, and to take interaction with listeners of the podcast in a new direction. By keeping blog articles on their own site, I can keep all the posts with media attached to them on the podcast.

I know my blogging goes in spurts. I get pretty busy at times keeping new podcasts lined up that I fall short on sharing outside the realm of show notes on other people’s work.

I don’t have many goals for blogging, other than to try to do more of it. Or at least to do it on a more regular basis. If anything, you might find extra items from my personal life on a small podcast network I started. It has nothing to do with old time radio, but if you’re ready to find out more about who I am, and who it is who is behind the old radio shows that comes your way, you might like to check it out. If you find me too hard to take, that’s OK. You don’t have to like me to keep liking classic radio programs. At least we’ll have that as a common ground. Hey, even if your social views are drastically different than mine, I already like you because you like classic radio too.

Interview with the guy behind Retro Radio Podcast, and the Retrobots

Why are you blogging publicly, rather than keeping a personal journal?

I actually do keep a personal journal. That’s part of why I started my other podcasts. To share at least part of that with people. It’s probably more boring than the stuff I do on the Retro Radio Podcast, and on this blog. I live a pretty boring life. There are probably hermits who are more interesting than me.

What topics do you think you’ll write about?

For this challenge, I’ll do my best to respond to any diversity that comes my way. For the mission of the blog, I’ll keep it related to, or flavored with the historic theme of the era of the old radio days.

Who would you love to connect with via your blog?

Everybody who manages to stumble on the site. If you love old time radio, or are in the industry of voice acting, or s script writing, or the entertainment business, it would be nice to know how different, or similar the business is today, compared to the middle 20th century. How has the techniques used in the early shows or movies helped you today, or have you even taken the time to listen to the veterans of the earlier generation?

Even if you are just a regular person, but just love the old shows, or if you’re old enough to have lived through it, I’d love to hear from you. It would give the modern audience of what shows you liked, or comment on the shift of social norms, and technology advancements. Does life depicted in the shows portray the real life you experienced accurately, or not? I grew up during the years of ’the Brady Bunch’ and though I could relate to the characters, and the events of family life, I could tell it wasn’t particularly accurate. Nobody I knew had a maid, the set was clearly a in a studio, the house was never messy, and any family fighting didn’t involve blood, or s reaming.

If you blog successfully throughout the next year, what would you hope to have accomplished?

To have a more active blog, with articles appearing more frequently. Also in stretching what I do. That means to not go overboard with cranking out too many podcasts on the feed, or not abandon ing it either. I want to go for a balance where I feel like I’m accomplishing something, growing, and still finding time for a personal life in the real world, with face to face interaction with real people. I don’t get out of the house much, and certainly not as much as I’d like, so blogging, podcasting, and my feeble appearance on social media is how I can express myself.

My adventure in blogging has already evolved. For that matter, the way I do podcasts has changed over the years as well. I expect as time goes on, changes and evolutions on what appears will continue. Am I doing it right? All I can do is to be me, but it’s nice sometimes to get a comment from someone in the world to let me know. Interaction from you, the reader, or listener, can help my online world evolve as well.

Day One: Introduce Yourself to the World

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The Story of My Blindness

Originally appeared on my personal blog, but I’m reposting it here to wrap up the final wordpress.com writing challenge post

This is a little long. I don’t often write about being blind, or share it with just anybody I meet online. It’s not that I’m ashamed of it, but why should it matter? This in response to the simple statement I received from someone I was talking with through email, “Tell me about your blindness.” How much do you want to know? I tried to be as to the point as possible, but let myself run a little with the words to give a more broad outlook on where I’m coming from. Ready? Read, enjoy, and don’t be afraid to ask questions.

I’m 100% blind, or totally blind. Though that might sound like a terrible thing to deal with, I can do just about anything that everybody else does, including using a computer to write this. I wasn’t always blind, so I understand things like what colors are, and what the stars look like. Getting along in life is a combination of all my life experiences. Somethings I learned to do before I was blind, and just modified them to keep on doing them. Other things are things I had to learn to do after I went blind, like reading Braille, and using a long white cane to walk with.

A definition

Legal blindness is having your best correctable vision be 20/200 or worse. That measurement means that when the blind person stands 20 feet from the eye chart, he sees it just as well as a normal person can see it from 200 feet. I mention that statistic, because I once emailed someone to complain that visually impaired people had a hard time using their web site. They replied that that they wore glasses. Does that make them visually impaired? I had to respond that it might make them technically impaired, but blind was the word I should have used.

I once demonstrated to a class of grade school age kids by drawing a 1 inch square on their white board, and one that was 10 inches. At the time I was legally blind, with vision of 20/200. I told them that when I stood the same distance they were, I could see the big square the same as they saw the little square.

Hmm… I suppose being illegally blind means you’re wearing a blindfold, or just squinting your eyes really tight to pretend like you’re blind.

Some History to help you understand some of my experiences with blindness

I didn’t start out blind. I used to haved perfectly normal eyesight, with a little astigmatism. I spent 8 years on active duty in the military, and 9 more in the National Guard, and only left at 17 years of service, when my eyesight failed. I was qualified as expert with a rifle and pistol, I even went to Gunfighter School to lern to fast draw, and hit targets accurately. In one contest we did, I finished 2nd in the class. I first operated heavy weapons systems, then in the National Guard was a maintenanceman on Air Traffic Control Radar. A job that demanded fine tuning of electronic circuits among other things.

The short story for the cause of the blindness is that it’s a family history thing. Similar to how some people are prone to get fat, or bald, or have heart disease, in my family there’s a lot of blind people. The exact name for the disease has never been pinpointed. Some doctors call it Glaucoma, others have called it RP, Wagner’s disease, and my doctor called it Uveitis. I think his diagnosis may be the closest, but not exactly. Uveitis means inflammation of the eye, and that’s what happens as this disease attacks the eye, but there’s more to the disease, and the eyes are only an unfortunate victim of it. I also have a lot of symptoms that a diabetic person has, including meuropathy. Even the blindness closely resembles the kind that a diabetic person might get. I’m not diabetic. I’ve been tested for it many times, and always come back with the result that I don’t have it.

That’s the medical side of it in a nutshell. What about my personal story? How do I do emails, use technology, read web pages, fnot to mention build web pages?

First encounters with blindness, or More family history

Rolling back the clock a little bit, I always wondered as a kid if I, or one of my siblings might go blind someday. My mom went blind in her 20’s, 2 of her 3 brothers were blind, my grandma, and 1 of her 3 brothers were. Before that my great grandmother, and her father before her were, and possibly a couple other relatives somewhere in there as well. When asked, my family assured me that it didn’t run in the family because nobody went blind for the same reason. Meaning that doctors never gave the same diagnosis. However, when asked about their symptoms though, everybody had the same story. The main difference being in the age it all started, and the speed it progressed.

Knowing all that, I was always fascinated how my grandma and other blind relatives did what they did, and lived a normal life. Cooking, cleaning, holding down a job, going to college, and all that. My grandma was a far better housekeeper than most sighted people I know, including my own wife. (If you’re reading this, sorry, but you know it’s true. ) Her kitchen was immaculately clean and organized. Every room in the house was regularly vacuumed, dusted, and washed. After my grandpa passed away, she had a network of family and friends to do the things he used to do. My cousins regularly mowed her yard, family helped to work her garden, and make repairs around the house. . She recruited her grandkidds every year at Thanksgiving to put out her Christmas lights and decorations, and take them down before her company left on her Christmas get togethers. She had a washer and dryer, but would sometimes walk the 2 or 3 blocks to the down town laundromat to do her clothes, pulling her baskets behind her in a little red wagon. On visits to her house I would sometimes go with her, and was probably more fascinated at the amazement that people in the laundromat showed at her ability to do the sorting, folding, and all the tasks involved in doing laundry. I knew, it was just what grandma did. If she didn’t do it, nobody would do it for her.

As long as I remember we sent letters to her by tape recordings. First it was the old open reel tapes, then later cassettes. She had a CB radio base station when that craze hit, and when we made visits, people along the route would relay messages between us to let her know we were getting close. Once we were in range, it was always fun to radio her ourselves on the CB we had in the car and talk to her.

I think that having the question mark of blindness in my life was a big factor in deciding to join the Marines. In the military you get to go places, and see the world, and if I was going to be blind some day, I wanted to see a lot of it. I’ve sure been a lot of places. From the mountains to the beach. From the desert to the Artic Circle. I’ve lived, worked, and been deployed to places like North Carolina, Mississippi, California, New York, Wisconsin, Michigan, Panama Canal Zone, Tokyo Japan, Okinawa, and Norway. (which is a much happier place than Norwegia. Extremely cold in January, but still more friendly than Norwegia. For readers not familiar with Norwegia, you really need to discover the archives of the Nobody’s Listening Podcast. Google it, and knock yourself out with laughter. Just pay attention to the warning disclaimer that shows up on the early episodes, and a few of the later ones. )

Have a look at this page: EP 38 – Disney Drama

http://podcast.nlcast.com/podcasts/episode-38-disney-drama/

Or see if this link will grab the audio file: Download

Back on topic

I was told that I had cataracts when I was 25, and serving in Panama during the time when Noriega ruled the land, and just months before Operation just Cause that put and end to his government. Within a year of leaving active duty I had my first cataract surgery. From there the blindness slowly crept in.

When I was 34 my eyesight was getting to the point of causing real problems at work. I hoped it wouldn’t, but it was an uncomfortable situation, waiting in anticipation for what I knew was going to happen. My doctor performed a surgery on my weaker eye, one that I had no vision in for years. It was a success, sort of. I only regained 20/200 vision in it, but it helped the other eye not to be under such duress, and a little depth perception came back.

This was early in the year, but by my birthday in October the bottom fell out. My birthday was on Monday that year, and on my drive home the Friday before, I had to pull over, and find a house to call my wife to pick me up. It was the last day I worked for a long time. Within the week an emergency surgery was scheduled, but in the long run it didn’t work out. Because of that, I always tell people that blindness was my 35th birthday present.

First reactions to blindness

It may sound crazy, but it was almost a relief, instead of a stressful moment. The other shoe had dropped, and I could set out to redefine myself.

I had a family to support. My wife was a stay at home mom, but she managed to get a job pretty quickly. I also got in contact with state agencies to apply for disability. Between the two incomes we had enough to keep on paying the bills. I also took on most of the household chores.

My daily routine went something like this. Get up and get the kids ready for school. Clean the breakfast mess, do all the leftover dishes from the day before, clean the explosion of trash that seems to be an eternal fountain in the wake of 4 boys. The whole time I might also be reading an audio book. Pretty handy. If there was laundry to be done, I’d get it rounded up and processed, usually hanging it out on the line since the dryer never seemed to keep up. Otherwise I would do any other housekeeping chores up to around noon. After lunch I’d practice on the computer with some free demo editions of talking software I downloaded. After being trained and recieving my own full copy of the text to speech program, It made it easier. I’d limit myself to shutting it all down just before 3PM when the kids came home from school.

Normally, my wife would do laundry just about every day, and still does if kids presented her with dirty laundry. It’s not that she particularly likes to do it, or wants to, its just that she somehow feels obligated to do it. Not me. Everybody in the house was old enough to know the rules. I made sure everybody had a laundry basket. On the day I did laundry I rounded up baskets. If clothes were in it they got washed. If the clothes were dirty, and laying near it, they didn’t get washed. No clean clothes? Go naked, or sniff out your cleanest dirty shirts and underwear. You know the rules. It’s not my problem.

I had a place for the dishes, pots, and pans in the kitchen. If I’m the cook, they go where I can find them. If I can’t find them I don’t look for pans, I look for the kid who moved it. Guess what. You’re my helper in the kitchen today. Keep moving my stuff, and next time you’ll be the cook, and I’ll be there to help you. Did my pots and pans stop getting misplaced? Heck no, but my boys learned to cook at an early age. I had a similar rule about moving my dishwashing soap and wash chloth. They had to take over the dishwashing duty everytime they moved my stuff. My explaination was that if they wanted to take the responsibility of keeping track of the tools I used to do that job, they were therefore asking to take the responsibility to do the job for me.

Working and daily living

These days I occupy my time in building web pages, trying a little podcasting, and helping to ride herd on a stampede of grandkids. I can use computers, and most kinds of technology. Some common items a blind person might use every day include a Braille or talking watch, tags or stickers to mark things with. This comes in handy for things with flat buttons like those on most microwave ovens. You mark a few key areas like the start and clear buttons, and maybe a few special functions, and the number pad. Feel for a particular shaped dot, or sticker, and you’ll know what to push. I used to keep pins or little plastic clips to attach my socks together when I took them off. It helps to keep them matched, and you don’t have to worry about a lost sock, or wearing a blue one with a red one.These days my wife has taken over the laundry duties, and as long as she wants to sort them, I won’t get in her way.

The technology stuff really isn’t so hard to do. Computers have programs that read the text on the screen. Cell phones can even talk, but smart phones do a much better job of reading the screen than regular cell phones.

Before I got my iPhone, I had a cell phone with an added speech program that was pretty good at letting me do things like texting and email. Before that though, all I could do on a cell phone was issue a few voice commands. I couldn’t even add people to my contact list unless someone did it for me.

With my smart phone, I often use it like a little miniature laptop. I have a Bluetooth keyboard to use on my lap, while I drop the phone in my shirt pocket, and through the earbuds, listen to what the voice is reading to me. I use it a lot that way at church. I can take notes at meetings, open my bible app to follow along with a sermon. I can get digital Sunday School lessons to study before hand, and use in class. I even have a copy of the hymnal we use. I had to convert it though. It originally came to me in a digital Braille format, and it works out better after I converted it to plain HTML. The main trouble I’m having with it now is that it’s slow when I have to search for something in it. I’m working on another conversion to use it as a database, rather than a 600+ page scrolling document.

Of course, not all blind people know how to get that deep into tweaking their digital files. Not all sighted people know how to do that either. It’s just something I learned shortly after becoming blind.

What might be the best thing to do if you meet a blind person

It’s OK to ask questions about what they’re doing, or a device they’re using. At least I can say that I don’t mind it. Sometimes people will approach my wife and ask her what I’m doing, or something about that wierd machine I use. If they ask me, they’ll probably get a better answer.

What’s the best way to help a blind person?

It depends on what they’re doing. I usually don’t need help, but I’m not against it if people do it right.

Here’s an object lesson on giving help I learned in the Boy Scouts. As part of earning my First Aid merit badge we learned all kinds of life saving techniques. Mouth to mouth, CPR, tieing bandages, and all those interesting things. We were asked by the counselor to imagine that you’re in the park on a nice Summer day. You see a middle aged man laying motionless near a big shade tree. What’s the first thing you do.

One scout answered, “Rush up and start mouth to mouth.”

“Nope, you just killed him.” The counsellor said.

Thinking the imagined ailment to be even more serious than first thought, the next scout shot back, “give him CPR.”

“Nope, if he wasn’t already dead, he might be now.” Was the counsellor’s responce. Taking a look into the eyes of each of us scouts surrounding him he slipped out the hint, “what’s the first thing you do before you administer either mouth to mouth or CPR?” The light bulb went on in one of the scouts, I’m sure it wasn’t me, but with his first word from his mouth it all made sense.

For those of you who have never had Red Cross training, the first thing you do is shake the patient, and say in a loud voice, “Hey! “Are you alright? Are you awake? Can you hear me?” The victim in this little story was only napping. Enjoying the cool of the shade tree on the hot Summer day. He didn’t need help. Over eagerness to be a hero could have caused real and lifethreatening problems.

The point of the story, ask first. The help that you’re eager to give may not be the help that is actually needed. This is good advice for any time you feel like helping someone, whether they’re blind or not.Help is best when it’s exactly the kind of help that’s needed, not what you imagine it to be.

A practical word on using an iOS device

Like most other Apple products, it has Voiceover built into it. It’s Apples version of the speech program used by Microsoft since those old Windows 95 days. The difference is that though Microsoft has claimed to understand the needs of the blind person, Apple has been the one to have actually acted on it and developed it. Voiceover has become a high quality screen reader, providing the level of access to the menus and operating system that a blind person needs. With the Voiceover feature turned on I can do almost anything a sighted person can do. A few exceptions might involve using a game, or an app that presents information in a graphic nature. Images, charts, maps, and stuff like that. The image alone doesn’t convey the same kind of info to the screen reader, and the blind person is out of the loop.

When a cool, new app is released, I always have to pass it through the filter of, how useful is it when you add the layer of the screen reader into the mix. I balk at paying money for an app I can’t use.

Want to experience the iPhone as a blind person?

Get the free app, VO Starter. It’s a tutorial on the gestures you’ll need to use. In the Voiceover environment for example, you touch the screen, and it reads what you touch. It doesn’t activate it. If you double tap the screen, it activates the last thing the voice read. Make sense? Touching lets the blind person learn what’s displayed, so the double tap makes sense to activate an item.

Got the app? Now triple click the home buttton to turn on Voiceover. If it doesn’t work, you may need to go into Settings/General/Accessibility and activate the triple click home feature to toggle Voiceover on and off.

Still with me? Go ahead and start the VO Starter app. With Voiceover on, do a 3 finger triple tap to turn on the screen curtain. Hahahaha. It blanks out the screen. No cheating now. You’re now illegally blind. Listen to the voice, and the instructions the tutorial app is telling you. OK, if you need to do the 3 finger triple tap again to lift the screen curtain and take a peek, I’ll let you, but try not to do it. You want the full experience, right?

Work through the tutorial, and you’ll see that a blind person can use iOS pretty well with just modifying the gestures a little.

If you’re all done, whehn you triple click the home button to turn Voiceover off, the screen curtain will also lift.

Still have questions? Do you need something clarified? Contact me and let me know.

More Behind the Scenes of Podcasting – The Week of the Squirrel

You’re not going to believe this. There’s a squirrel in my house. Crazy, but do you know what’s even crazier? He has been inside for nearly a full week. What kind of idiot lets a wild animal in their house, and then lets them stay?

At first, it was a matter of hearing a few stray sounds in an old house that is already noisy enough then there was the mess that couldn’t be explained. Boxes knocked off shelves, Knick knacks on the floor and broken. Then came the undeniable sound of scurrying feet, and something in the furnace room being knocked to the floor.

There’s definitely something in here, but fortunately we have it locked in the furnace room. Now we can sleep at night without worrying. Maybe it’ll just leave. Go out the way it came in.

Yeah, right, it was weird enough to hear a yet unidentified critter running laps at 6AM around the furnace, then I got up to take my morning pills in the kitchen. I didn’t see it, but something was on the table, and jumped off as I came in. From the sound of it, I’d guess it to be roughly the size of a small cat… or a squirrel… or a rat. I hope it’s not a rat.

There was a bag of white chocolate chips on the table, in the vicinity of where I heard it jump. It was already opened, and a few chips now graced the table. My detective instincts kicked in. I’ve been listening to a lot of Philip Marlowe radio episodes lately, so I let that hardboiled voice narrate in my head. It probably wasn’t a rat, and maybe not a cat. The wrapper would have been ripped to shreds by their claws or fangs as they dug into the bag. What animals around here are dexterous enough to reach in without tearing the opening any bigger? Raccoons are bigger, and would have made more of a racket than I heard when the critter jumped from the table. Not to mention the prowling around we’ve heard. It has to be a squirrel. Do opossums use their paws like that? No, I’m sure they don’t.

That was on the second day of the critter adventure. The next day while I was in the office upstairs, my wife spotted it. She came face to face with the squirrel. He dove for cover behind the washing machine, and has managed to stay mostly out of sight. The rest of the story has just been a matter of waiting. Nobody has any live animal traps, and our critter is good at being stealthy, although he got brave one day and my wife woke from napping over her laptop keyboard to see the thing a few feet from her, staring her down.

It’s just a matter of time now. We have traps on the way. They ought to be hear in an hour or so, and we’ll see how long you last now.