My first wife and I were married in January 1967 (I’ll refer to her as Katy) —  we were both 19 years old.  Today is Katy’s birthday, and I dedicate this post to her memory. While she is not the first girl I remember falling in love with (that distinction goes to Joanne MacNett, who I knew before I started school),  Katy is the second girl I remember falling for.  And, Katy was a force that influenced me during more than half my life!

When I told my parents of my engagement to Katy they were somewhat surprised– perhaps because Katy and I had been “on-again off-again sweethearts” since about 5th grade. Or, perhaps because while attending school in Virginia the last half of 1965 I had informed my parents, during Christmas break, of my plans to marry a girl there.  But, that relationship was short-lived and ended before Spring came!

I met Katy while attending a school for the handicapped in Wilmington, Delaware

I entered John G. Leach School in 3rd grade — when it was felt I should no longer attend the local public schools.  It was typical, at the time, for the disabled to be accumulated from many different districts and segregated into a single school based on their handicap.   Although riding on a common bus, the blind were taken to one school; the deaf to a different school; those considered retarded went to a 3rd school; and, the rest of us went to a 4th specialized school. My school bus picked me up first each morning and dropped me off last.  Even though I only lived about 15 miles from the school, I was on the bus about 1 hour and 30 minutes each way — we had to pick-up and drop-off students with other handicaps at their schools!

The school was in a 3-story building with a very small elevator. I don’t know what the building’s original purpose had been. The area between the building and the wrought-iron fence around it was all asphalt — which worked fine for us crippled kids!

Katy had attended Catholic schools until starting Leach in 4th grade.  The first time I remember seeing her was at recess — we had different teachers, but we went outside together. Katy used crutches and had leg braces from her shoes to just below her knees. I found her bright smiling face appealing — I was attracted to her from that moment on!

My wife-to-be had been born prematurely, and perhaps with a damaged spine — Katy’s mother had fallen down some stairs only a few days before giving birth.  (I came to learn that Katy had undergone spinal surgery during the year before starting at Leach.)  Weighing less than two pounds at birth, the doctors weren’t sure she would live very long — Katy was 57 years 7 months old when she died of complications several days after the surgical removal of one of her kidneys.

Katy never did grow taller than 4 foot 1 inches. Although, she might have been 4 to 5 inches taller if her spine hadn’t been so severely twisted — medical diagnosis is kyphoscoliosis (her spine was arched/bent front to back and side to side).  But, within a few years of our meeting, Katy had gotten rid of the braces and started using a cane, instead of crutches. Katy weighed around 65 pounds when we were wed — some people said she looked like a porcelain doll in her wedding gown.

Exciting News!

When we learned that Katy was pregnant we were very excited!  Also, somewhat apprehensive — we were still living in our little bungalow next to the stable (for more on that experience follow this link) and hadn’t been able to save much money.  Katy was our only source of income for almost a full year — working as a secretary for a small industrial company in Wilmington.  I had only returned to steady employment about a month before we got the news of Katy’s pregnancy.  And, we had just bought a new car — the old one had become unreliable.  The timing seemed not to have been the best.  However, none of that mattered much.  We were going to be parents and would do the best we could, with what we had available!

One curious thing, unexpected by me, occurred as Katy began to show her state of pregnancy — word began to reach us that some of the older women in the community were wondering how Katy had gotten pregnant.  They speculated that because I was in a wheelchair I “couldn’t be the father!” Perhaps they went to their graves wondering about it — one of many incorrect perceptions regarding those of us with physical handicaps.

Katy’s due date was set for mid-February — her doctor had told us that delivery would be by C-section (cesarean section) because she was so small. As the delivery date came closer we had to make some changes:

  • Katy had to quit her job about 6 weeks before her due date — her office was up a flight of stairs;
  • We needed to return to living with my parents about 4 weeks before delivery because we had no phone in our bungalow — it was in Maryland.

After working the night shift at the U of D, I had gone to sleep around 8am — when I awoke, mid-afternoon, Katy told me she felt some contractions.  After a quick call to the Doctor, the expectant parents and both of our mothers were soon in a car traveling to Wilmington.  I had received instructions not to rush — to take my time.  Which is what I did.  But, the soon-to-be-grandmothers became anxious and started asking why I was taking so long to reach the doctor’s office!

Having been told to stay in the car, I waited for the women to return with their next set of instructions for the father-to-be.  😎  Soon, the four of us were traveling together again.  This time we were going to the hospital — about 10 blocks away.

It wont be long now!

I dropped the trio at the Maternity Entrance and began looking for a parking space. I needed a level space that was open on the driver’s side — otherwise, I would not be able to get out of my car without help.  Eventually, I found a suitable space and pulled by manual wheelchair from behind the driver’s seat.  Using a homemade wooden transfer board, I slid into the wheelchair and pushed myself back to Maternity.  My mother was standing outside the entrance looking for me when I got there.

Katy had been taken to an examination room so I got a nurse to take me to her.  Everything was going well and she was being prepped for the c-section.  After an hour, or so, we were told that the doctor was in the operating room and Katy was taken to him.

I joined the rest of the people hanging-0ut in the waiting room.  My mom, Katy’s mom, lots of people waiting for other women to give birth and perhaps others waiting for Katy — I no longer remember after that time of chaos and jubilation 41 years ago.

Our message came shortly after 8pm — Katy had delivered a healthy baby girl.  The new grandmothers and I were taken to recovery to see Katy and our child!  That is a once in a lifetime experience for me.

Despite the ups and downs of our twenty-year marriage, and ultimate divorce, I will always remain grateful to Katy for sharing it with me!  And, for her role in bringing forth our daughter.  😎

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I’ve had many accidents and mishaps throughout my life.  I suspect most people do…   I fell out of my wheelchair more times than I’d like to remember: frontward, backward, even sideward.

However, around this time of year I remember an automobile accident which happened on snow/ice.  I had only been driving for maybe two years and I lost control of my car during a freezing rain.  I believe this is the only weather-related mishap I ever had during my 40+ years of driving — I’m very proud of that!

My 1st wife and I lived with my parents for a few months after we got married.   When we moved out, we moved into a small 1-bedroom bungalow in Maryland, on the western side of Newark and  just barely over the Delaware state-line. Our new home was about 30-40 feet from a barn & small stable — not to bad during the winter, but the flies and smell got a little tough during the summer months.  I believe our proximity to the stable was one reason why the rent was so low:  $50 a month — which is all we could afford at the time.

I’m sure another reason that the rent was low is because the bungalow was very loosely put together, and pretty-much open underneath:  during windy-weather the window-shades and curtains blew around;  if it was snowing outside we would find snow on the window-ledge at the head of our bed, brrrrrrr (we often kept the blankets over our heads on cold  nights).  And, as a result of the difficulty trying to keep warm, during the coldest months the propane bill became larger than the rent.  Occasionally,  the kitchen drain would freeze — which meant my wife had to wash the dishes in our bathtub!

Because we were in Maryland, and financially stressed, as long as we lived in the bungalow (almost 2 years) we never had a telephone.  Fortunately, there was a small sandwich shop in Delaware within a short walk and it had an outdoor phone-booth, if we needed to make a quick phone-call.  The whole thing was quite an experience!

The accident occurred during the Winter of 1967-68.  I had been trying for many months to find work — I never realized how difficult that would be until after I quit my job in August ’67.  On the day of the accident, I had taken my wife to work in Wilmington and then stopped at my parents’ house (on the eastern side of Newark) to see if they had any mail for us.  Mom said she had gotten a call from a company I had applied to and they wanted me to call them back, as soon as possible.  So, I got out of the car and into my wheelchair — I used Mom’s phone to return the call, and briefly chatted with her while looking through my mail.

A cold rain was falling when I left Wilmington, and now had changed to sleet and snow.  As I left the driveway, I could see that the road surface had become white in places.  Within 2-3 miles of my parents’ house I had to stop at a red-light, at an intersection.  As I drove away, I became aware that I was losing traction and sliding  (the rear tires were not in great shape).  My car started to wander into the other lane and I tried to adjust the wheel to return to my lane.  However, after several attempts, I began overcompensating and the car started to “fishtail” — that was not good!  Another car was coming toward me, so I turned the steering-wheel hard and my car began to spin around while moving toward the right-hand side of the road.

The next thing I knew, I had hit something (the curb) and slammed my head on the driver’s side window.  After regaining some composure, I surveyed my situation as best I could from inside the car:  I was now facing east into the traffic going west (west was my original direction) and the traffic had to avoid my car; I was not seriously injured; the only object I could see that was damaged was a wooden post, holding a mailbox, which was close to the driver’s door — I later learned that I had broken the post and creased my door during the accident.

It wasn’t long before someone stopped to see if I was alright and whether I needed help.  He said my back tire had hit the curb and was now flat — the rim was also bent.  (Unseen, additional, damage was a bent axle on the side with the twisted rim.)  I asked him to please call the police and report the accident, which he said he would do.  I could see the driving conditions deteriorate as I waited about 45 minutes for the police.  In fact, I watched 2 additional accidents occur, and an officer stop at one of them, as I sat there.

When an officer finally arrived to see me, he checked to make sure I was ok and then said I could report the accident by appearing at the office within the next 48hrs, because things were a mess on the roads.

I cautiously drove back to my parents’ home with my flat tire, called my wife and explained the situation.  That night, I slept in my old room at my parents’ house and my wife stayed in Wilmington with our friends Peggy and Louie.

I can’t recall much else about this event.  Although, I think I can be sure that I was glad to get back to my bride in our little bungalow! 😎