the shoe

one of the symptoms in the later stages of parkinson's disease is called "freezing." the patient will be walking along and then suddenly just stop.

as in, unable to move.

when this happens, a common trick is for the frozen one to envision a line on the ground in front of the foot. somehow, the synapses fire and, Voila! the leg lifts itself, steps over the "line," and walking resumes. strange, but true.

when the freezing occurs while walking with someone else, the other person can simply place their foot in front of and perpendicular to the frozen foot and the one with PD then steps over it. it works every time and makes for a really fun/funny 4-legged gait: step, step, step, freeze, swing foot across, step, step, step, freeze... etc.

my dad and i got really good at that dance. i guess everyone else in the family and his many friends did, too.

HOTD and The Greatest Invention

yep. i put a shoe on the bottom of his cane. in the picture above you can see the uncut, expanded foam spilled out over the top of one of my daughter's old tennis shoes. i think that one was the 3rd or 4th version of what came to be affectionately called, "the shoe."

here's the prototype.
it's a carved styrofoam and marks-a-lotted "chuck taylor."

it was way too big, really, and it looked silly as all get-out, but it worked!

oh man, did it ever work. in a way, it gave dad a bit of renewed independence and a new lease on life. (enlarge the picture to see a genuine parkinsonian smile.) Joe was never, ever your average joe. as his personality gradually became more difficult to discern, i think he kinda liked what his shoe said for him. in part, it said, "Never give up."

(*never give up* was his personal motto. that deserves a blog entry of its own. one day i will do it.)



here's josephine's shoe again, after the foam was trimmed and after he'd walked with it for at least a year.
it was always one of his favorites, but the one on the left got more use than any of them. it's made of balsa wood. it originally looked like a scaled down version of the one on the right, but it got worn down in time, to the shape you can only kinda see here, from the thousands of times his right foot skimmed over the top of it.

it's plain and honest. soft but sturdy. in a way, its character exemplifies the man.

i had planned on painting it white so it'd be easier for him to see, particularly in the dark, but he wouldn't hear of that. you see, he called it his "dress shoe." it went to church, to parties, and to parades and the like.

...somewhere around here there's a real pretty block of hard mahogany. it's 1/2 way carved into a man's fancy shoe, but he had to quit walking altogether before i finished shaping it.

post script: there was a physical therapist who attended dad's church. she, like everyone else, just loved joe's shoe. i've been told she patented my idea, but i honestly don't know if that's true. it made me so sick to my stomach, i never pursued it. life's way too short for that. besides, if i had any money i'd much rather give it to stem cell research than to a freakin' lawyer. Read more!

HOTD

(as regular readers may know, HOTD = Hat O' The Day.)

i have no idea why, but my dad always called that type of hat a *huckle-dee-buck hat.* he had several of 'em over the years. they were usually plaid. most were more garish than this one. more plaid, if you will.

i think this picture may have been taken when he and mom went out to visit my sister in california?
or maybe it was later, when they went out west for his pallidotomy? in any case, when they returned, it soon became apparent that the procedure had failed to help his parkinson's.

that's the only time in my recollection i ever saw him even come close to being depressed.

*The Joe* was the kinda guy who would get up from his umpteenth fall of the day, wipe the blood from his oft-bruised, battered, aching knees and say, "If you have to have a disease, this is the best one to have." and he wasn't kidding. no, he really meant it.


that's all for now, folks. i was gonna tell you about the latest krogerin' adventure, but i've run outta gas for now. oh, ok...but i'll have to make it quick.

mom was out of peanut butter and crackers. so we're off to the grocery store. we ran out of gas on the way. only 3 blocks from a gas station...

uh oh.

mom: "i'll just go with you."
me: thinking to myself: ("3 blocks there, 3 blocks back... withOUT mom... no problem. WITH mom?... an hour... minimum... leave mom here?... sheeeeit!")

about that time a man stopped and asked if we needed help.
he left. he came back. he brought us gasoline. we had no cash. mom tried to write him a check. he told her to write it out to, "Joe."

he left with a useless check. and a smile.



tomorrow: *The Greatest Invention Ever* Read more!