They all tried. Every teacher gave it her best. Even Miss Rhoades could not alter the fact that I was a right-handed backhander. Two of the Loxley girls were left-handed. I guess in the grand scheme of things, I wanted to be a southpaw. Be careful for what you ask.
On May 4, I will have surgery on my right thumb and unable to move it for three months. With this in mind, I decided to see how capable I would be in taking care of myself. I am a rather independent woman. Well, let me tell you, I have new respect for my sisters in this right-handed world. Unlocking my front door, trying to open packages with one hand, turning the key in the ignition, putting on makeup, managing my clothing, washing my hair and showering. Kudos to all of you who have accomplished what I am so awkwardly trying to achieve. You are my champions.
My teachers tried to make me write ‘normally.’ In fact, my sister Peg was browbeaten by her teachers who insisted that she use her other hand. Now we know that lefties are right-brained, creative and usually have a higher IQ. I assume since I write back-handed with my right hand, that I am a little smarter and slightly creative by association. My sixth-grade teacher, Mrs. Sims, who was a tyrant on a good day just could not understand that I could not write any other way. Yes, my paper was turned sideways when I wrote. I usually had ink all over my hand. But then my writing was legible. That should have counted for something. Since becoming an adult, I find that my form of writing has not be criticized by anyone, and my life has been fairly normal despite this southpaw-wanna-be.
With all of this in mind. I will be out of commission until I can tackle typing with only my left hand. This will not deter me from my weekly column. Some of my old stories will be revisited, Those that have a special place in my heart. A few new ones will be added as I can get to them before the surgery. I hope you will bear with me.
I will be in Darke County some time the beginning of June. It would be great fun to meet those of you who visit with me each week. Thank you for being part of my life. I hope I add a bit of joy to yours as well.