A day filled with celebrations is almost over. We have all left the huge diningroom table, grandma and grandpa have gone home,the dishes are done, everybody are busy doing this and that.
Every night I read for Marta, as I have done for all her siblings. We are into the last Harry Potter, and Marta accuses me for stopping at the most exciting part every night.
Of course I do.....that's the best way to encourage her own reading. As soon as I have placed the book on the old wooden sewingmachine box which I've inherited from my grandma Olga, and which is a perfect place for books which are read too often to find a place in a shelf, she picks up the book.....she has to find out what is happening next.
I leave Marta on the coach and sit down at the empty diningroom table. Soon the table is filled with envelopes, cards, stationary, feltpens, stamps.......It is my letter writing time.
I got a letter in the mail today from my friend Deborah in US. Deborah is having severe problems with light sensivity, and aged 50+ she is teaching herself braille. Deborah is also a multimedia artist. Paper and fibres are among her favorite mediums, and I have baskets filled with the most amazing and beautiful cards made by her through the 13 years we've been penpals. She has now started to make art for blind people, and sent me an example of her work.
I wonder if I ever could learn to read with my finger tips. How would life be without books?
A few weeks ago we were invited to a birthday party. The toastmaster was blind and our table cards were written in braille. I've kept mine as a treasured memory from the night. Now I can see with my eyes what Britt looks like, but can I feel it with my finger tips?
Deborah uses different fibres in her art for blinds. An angel decorates the front of her card.
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Sherry - here is your favorite Marta story :-)
