The Ugly Brown Shoes: A Polio Survivor’s Story

Brown Shoes Polio SurivorMadelyn grew up in Berryville, Virginia and was stricken with polio at the same time as two other children in her hometown. At nine years old, she was sent to a hospital in Richmond where she was quarantined.

She was paralyzed on her entire left side and had to have physical therapy for more than a year. The doctor told her parents she would never walk again. Madelyn’s father made a special pulley system for leg exercises and carried her to the tub for daily hot water baths. She knew that she was “different” from other kids and that made her feel shy. Her dad even had to carry her upstairs to her 4th grade classroom.

Madelyn wore special brown leather lace-up wedged oxford shoes through high school and remembers how unstylish and ugly they were. She recalls the first time she wore heeled shoes for a piano recital and how good it felt to finally get a pair of two-toned saddle oxford shoes that looked normal once she graduated high school.

Sports were a challenge and Madelyn was often the last one chosen for a team in gym class. She never did learn to run well so it was awkward trying to play softball and get around the bases when she finally did hit the ball.

She recalls getting the polio vaccine in about 6th grade even though her mother initially resisted, scared that it would cause Madelyn to get polio again. The doctor assured her that it would help prevent a different strain of the virus. She remembers the vaccine being taken orally on a sugar cube.

Madelyn recognizes that her own experience with physical challenges has made her intensely compassionate toward anyone in a wheelchair, handicapped or living in pain. People who were able to overcome physical disabilities through perseverance have inspired her.

She has been motivated to live life without complaining and been grateful that her parents helped her get involved in piano, choir, and art. She continues to enjoy gardening and the opportunity to be creative with arranging flowers and doing crafts and has been told she has a knack for being able to take “nothing” and make “something” out of it.

Polio Survivor 1Madelyn Carol Ramsburg Weaver earned her degree in Interior Design from Virginia Polytechnical Institute. She has been married for more than 50 years, is a mother and grandmother, and maintains a strong Christian faith that she feels has helped her get through the challenges of being a polio survivor. Photo of the brown shoes by Danilo Mistroni.

Everlasting Courage

Polio Everlasting Courage 1On a September morning in 1941, a lifelong indelible impact influenced the lives of every immediate family member, especially my sister, Nancy. This day altered all of our lives and for each one of us a different result. My carefree childhood days came abruptly to an end; my growing-up was forced – sudden – unexpected. At the time, I was 8 years old; my sister, Nancy, was 14; my oldest sister, Helen, was 23, married, and had a 19 month old child.

My friend, Edna, and I were playing on our lawn when Dr. Sumner drove in the yard, having been called to see our usual bubbly active Nancy who did not feel like getting out of bed: she had a fever, headache, stiff neck, was weak, and each day her sickness had progressively worsened. The dreaded fear in every household, at that time, was a contagious crippling disease Infantile Paralysis, or Poliomyelitis – Polio as we know it today.

Though there were no known cases in the area, her symptoms were similar and worrisome. Positive diagnosis could only be made by a spinal tap for which Dr. Sumner was not proficient to do the procedure, but he had had training and made the attempt. Unfortunately, the procedure did not go well, to say the least; the needle broke off in her spine. Nancy was transported to the Eastern Maine General Hospital in Bangor, Maine where a second successful pain-free spinal tap was performed – Infantile Paralysis was confirmed. The consensus of the doctors, who attended Nancy, believed the polio virus was ingested from the unwashed fruit we had eaten on our recent return trip from New Hampshire or from Flanders Pond water during our swim the week after we got home.

Our family was placed under quarantine to avoid contagion; we were in isolation. Our daily routine became going to Bangor, which was nearly an hour trip, dropping my mother off at the hospital where she would spend the day with Nancy and the medical staff. My father took me to the park, close by the hospital, where we would spend our days, have our picnic lunch, and I would fish in a brook. These days must have been so difficult and agonizing for my Dad – not to be with my mother, not to be with Nancy! Despite the conscious concern we both were feeling for Nancy and Mother, I did enjoy my rare time alone with my father. The days were long anticipatory days waiting for the time we could pick up Mom, hear her report of Nancy’s condition, and go home. Every day my distraught mother emerged, trying to hold back her tears until she got in the car, then sharing the grim news that another part of Nancy’s body had become paralyzed.

Finally the paralytic invasiveness stopped, but Nancy’s Betty Grable shaped legs, (her claim to fame) were immobile! Nancy was a pretty, blond, blue eyed vivacious teen, loved to read about the movie stars. She knew the exact shape and measurements of Betty Grable’s legs, famous for being perfect, and loved to tell her family about her likeness to an actress! By the time Polio had done its damage to Nancy’s body, she was paralyzed from the waist down, the upper portion of her right arm and left hand and arm were affected – all of which withered in time. The hospital was sending her home – there was nothing more they could do for her, they said. The doctors felt that rest was the best recovery method. We eagerly prepared for her return home.

Polio Everlasting Courage 2Our living room became Nancy’s bedroom – her hospital bed was placed close to the windows so she could see outside. We lived in rural Maine on Route 1, so other than cars going by she could only watch who was coming and going in our driveway. Our quarantine status now over, I returned to school; family and friends came to visit, but life was far from typical. Twice, in the months to follow, Nancy had to enter Portland Children’s Hospital due to kidney complications, the results of her paralysis immobility. The nurses shared that she absolutely charmed the staff with her humor and sunny disposition, showing her resilience and courage at her young age!

Mother’s two brothers lived in the Portland area, so during Nancy’s hospitalization there, Mother stayed with one of them. Poor Dad – I would proudly get his supper of toast and cocoa every night. He never said a derogatory word about his meal; he praised me for my cooking and was appreciative. Most likely after I was tucked in bed he got himself something more substantial to eat!

Three months from the onset of Nancy’s illness, on Sunday, December 7, 1941, Dad, Mother, and I were having dinner in the dining room which was adjacent to Nancy’s converted bedroom. Nancy always had her radio on – it was her connection to news, music, and comedy – life and voices to the outside world. She called out to us the news, my mother jumped up from the table to turn up the volume.       President Roosevelt’s deep booming somber voice invaded the house – “The Japanese have attacked Pearl Harbor.” Following these terrifying words the President went on with his speech that World War II was declared! “This day shall go down in infamy”. We just sat in silence, stunned at his frightful announcement! Now the impact of war – another indelible influence! Nancy immobile. Our local boys going to war. The compulsory draft of our men and boys to serve in the military service went into immediate effect.

Polio Everlasting Courage 3The fall months had been spent with Mom and Dad concentrating on Nancy’s care – the day to day routine for all of us was just to make her comfortable. Mother took excellent care of her, gently massaging her affected limbs and turning her frequently to prevent bed sores. Dad had built a frame to keep the bedding off her sensitive legs and toes to prevent discomfort and chafing. I was so happy to finally be able to help with her care by waiting on her, rolling her bed up and down, serving her meals, moving pillows, talking with her, changing her radio station, singing with her, keeping her company. I couldn’t wait to get home from school so I could see her; I loved being a part of her care and making her comfortable. I was sure she had been waiting all day for me to get home from school!! Attending to Nancy, in whatever small way, brought forth my awareness of the compassionate and nurturing element within my nature; at nine years old I decided I wanted to be a nurse someday. I also felt gratification helping her, but in the beginning few months of Nancy’s illness, very new and strange emotions invaded my psyche. I had felt unwanted, unloved, lonely, and “omitted” much of the time. I was also having scary dreams – strange dreams of being lost.

Winter had come and gone – spring arrived marking nine months Nancy had been immobile. As Nancy’s limbs strengthened, she dangled her legs on the side of the bed and later sat in a chair. A visiting nurse suggested it was time to try leg braces. The process and success to Nancy’s mobility caused great suffering, pain, exhaustion, and feelings of hopelessness. Although in privacy my parents cried in their despair, I heard them. These times were few, but gut wrenching for me – I felt so alone and helpless. I was too young to know what I could do to comfort them and maybe that wasn’t possible given the grim outlook. Nancy’s brief moments of willingness to spend the remainder of her life in bed caused much discord in our home – Mom – tough, caring, but determined Nancy would walk again; Nancy’s resignation to debility; and my Dad’s calm demeanor of empathy caught in the middle.

Rehabilitation to recovery and mobility was in Mother’s plans for Nancy! The usual and accepted “rehabilitation” for Polio victims, at that period of time, was to immobilize the affected limbs. Mother researched and read about a Sister Kenney, who currently was a pioneer in the treatment of Polio. She agreed with what she read about Sister Kenney’s theory and successful treatments. Nancy’s withered legs and arms were proof of immobilization.

Elizabeth Kenney, an Australian nurse later known as Sister Kenney, developed her own method of treating Polio victims when an epidemic was raging in the Australian bush and she was unable to get medical help. Sister Kenney applied prompt applications of hot woolen pads to the affected limbs and set up her own clinic in Queensland. Her treatment was accepted for use in Australian hospitals by 1939. She also believed immobilization of the afflicted limbs aggravated the spastic condition which was unnecessarily painful to the patient and that the spasm affected the muscle, damaging in its effect. Furthermore, Sister Kenney found that the method of exercise in warm water strengthened the muscles therefore minimizing deformity.

Sister Kenney was met with skepticism by the medical profession as she lectured and demonstrated her method in the United States in 1940. As she showed the resulting success of her work, eventually the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota accepted her treatment and she was able to secure funds to set up the Elizabeth Kenney Institute in Minneapolis, Minnesota. She wrote many treatises and her autobiography in 1943.

Against the local doctor’s advice, Mom and Dad decided Sister Kenney’s approach was the route to take to Nancy’s recovery. Our den became the therapy room. Dad built a Hubbard tank, which was shaped like a T and was filled every day with very warm water while Mom removed Nancy’s casts and prepared her to be carried to the den, by Dad, and lowered into a sling my father had designed. The Sister Kenney method of treatment began as Mother diligently exercised Nancy’s legs for her in the tank, in addition to bedside exercise at other times each day. The routine process was exhausting, but the day Nancy could wiggle her toes was a day for celebration – the first positive visual sign that Mother and Dad had made the right decision; hopefulness replaced despair!

I still remember the day the heavy steel braces were strapped to her withered legs. Nancy was not able to put them on herself as she had no strength and dexterity. The left leg brace extended from the top of her thigh to her ankle; her right brace was from the knee down. The brace bar, at the lower end of the brace, connected under the heel of her sturdy oxford shoes, therefore her foot was manipulated into the shoe then all was buckled for security and safety. Nancy tried to take her first step – Mom on one side of her, Dad on the other, assisting her to take her first step.

I remember the room, where everyone was in place, the bookcase against the wall, and Nancy standing, frozen between the bed and the bookcase. She tried and tried, showing interest in her attempt to move, but becoming more exasperated until she screamed her frustration and burst into tears, “Don’t ask me to ever do this again!” I still become emotional when I recall that awful moment of surrender! The braces were put away, my mother pledging not to ask her again, but telling Nancy if and when she felt ready to try again, to tell her. Mother continued her massages and water therapy and kept her promise not to bring forth the subject of braces.

About a month later, Nancy’s undying courage, and determination to be independent, surfaced once again and the process of learning to walk began – with difficulty, as expected – but with renewed perseverance! She eventually learned to walk in these braces. As time went on, my father, in his quest to make walking easier for Nancy, designed a model to make a lighter weight brace of aluminum and succeeded in convincing the brace manufacturer to develop this replacement of heavy steel. And later Velcro was substituted for the buckle straps. The changes created a less bulky and heavy device.

When Nancy started walking, she depended on me to help her; she walked on the right side of me pushing down into my right hand with her left withered hand. Once she felt secure to walk by herself with her braces, she returned to school. The kids had never seen anyone in braces – they were afraid of her; some actually made fun of her! Many times she fell on the oiled wooden floors of the school; the kinder peers raced to help her to her feet. So her transition to rejoin her classmates was also a challenge.

Nancy loved music and one day, a few years later – at home – a good dance tune was on the radio; she asked me to dance with her- she wanted to try! We did pretty good! So we started attending the Saturday night grange hall dances with our parents and we danced as many as she could manage! We made quite a “hit”; a heartwarming experience after sharing all that she had been through. And this is where she met her future husband who had just returned from the war as a marine. “Their song” became: It Was Just a Neighborhood Dance, That’s All That It Was! Following many years of wanting children, she did give birth to two – a boy and girl.

Nancy always wore slacks, but the first and only time she ever wore a dress was when attending my wedding! What an honor and a complete surprise! It would take another book to continue with Nancy’s life as her courage continued to be tested. She possessed the most remarkable humor and courage of any human being, challenged through many, many years by one tragedy after another until her death.

Author Betsy Baker resides in Exeter, New Hampshire; her family roots are in Maine. She is a lifewriter. Her stories are taken from her own experiences within her family and surroundings, events, and challenges. She also sustains an interest in genealogy.

Betsy has been writing since a teen, always striving to improve her skills by taking related college courses and engaging in several writing groups. Currently Betsy is writing her Memoir integrating some of her prior individual essays.

Can You Guarantee My Bulbs Will Grow?

By Karen W. Kovacs

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The last time I recall thinking about “culture” as a verb dates back to a biology lab and brings back memories of petri dishes, bacteria, pipettes and writing a lab report. I had not thought about “culture” in terms of the action describing my ability to grow or cultivate a plant until I started searching for dahlias to purchase for my flowerbeds.

Used in the context of eradicating polio and the Plants to End Polio world-wide fundraising effort, to culture a seed or bulb means to first order bulbs through this site, plant them and provide everything they need to grow.

As you daydream about late summer and fall blooms in your garden or landscape design, remember that now, spring, is the time to get those summer flowering bulbs ordered so that they will be planted in time to fulfill your visual fantasy.

Guess what? Brent & Becky’s Bulbs have made culturing super easy for anyone, including those of you fearful that you may not have a green thumb. You can check out their Summer Flowering Bulbs Cultural Instructions on their website. Then look through the catalogue and start making your list.

Highlights from Brent & Becky’s suggestions include first and foremost that since “there are no absolutes in nature or horticulture,” try not to go against Mother Nature. Choose bulbs or plants that will almost certainly work in your area to give you a head start on the most success. They describe which plants grow best in your geographic zone.

Improve your soil. Get it right. Get it good. This is the most cost effective step to assure gardening success. And they give tips for how to do that.

Familiarize yourself with the needs of the bulbs, tubers or rhizomes that you want to order. Some can be planted immediately; others need to wait for warmer soil or can be planted indoors. Hints are printed next to each plant.

Finally, consider applying a slow release fertilizer after planting. If your soil is well amended, you may not need to fertilize. They even make a recommendation for a specific product that has worked well for them so that you don’t have to guess or do more research.

There is no time like the present to get started. I had complete success in my first endeavor to force bulbs this winter ~100% success~ and they were beautiful. Now that I know some of these growing recommenations, I’m mixing and adding to my compost pile in between trying to decide which dahlias will make my order list. And though no one can guarantee that your plants will grow, the tips and hints from Brent & Becky’s certainly help.

Remember, 25% of the purchase price of your order will be donated to End Polio Now when you designate Gloucester Point Rotary Charitable Foundation through the Bloomin’ Bucks program. And then that contribution gets matched 2:1 by the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, so your $100 order means $75 goes to help eradicate polio ($25 from Blooming Bucks + $50 from Gates Foundation)…and you still end up with 100 bucks worth of cultivars to cultivate!


Author Karen W. Kovacs is a member of the Gloucester Point VA Rotary Club. You can help eradicate polio by making a purchase at www.PlantstoEndPolio.org or with a contribution to Gloucester Point Rotary Charitable Foundation (Plants to End Polio) P.O. Box 421 White Marsh, VA 23183.

Buy a Plant. Heal the World. Our Story in a Slideshow.

By Karen W. Kovacs

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We wanted a creative way to tell the world about our efforts to help eradicate polio and reach an audience of gardeners and plant lovers who may purchase bulbs from our internationally acclaimed local business partner, Brent & Becky’s Bulbs.

Consociate Media created some incredible graphics to help tell folks about the project and turned them into a slideshow that we have been able to share all over the world.

Click here to view the Plants to End Polio Slideshow.

The fast pace of most people’s daily lives meant that a lot of information needed to get packed into a small amount of time and space. We dream that the Plants to End Polio project will cross international boundaries with social media sharing.

This is not a typical fundraiser. No tickets get bought. No extra cash other than what the buyer had intended to spend on bulbs or plants or gifts gets spent.

Just by designating Gloucester Point Rotary Charitable Foundation through Brent & Becky’s Bloomin’ Bucks, their business donates 25% of the purchase price to help eradicate polio. And what’s amazing, too, is the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation then matches that donation 2:1!

An $80 purchase translates to a $60 contribution to the Global Polio Eradication Effort. That means that by 2018, we anticipate very few incidences of the vaccine preventable disease that results in devastating paralysis. And every year when your bulbs bloom, you can appreciate that you played a role in ending polio.


Author Karen W. Kovacs is a member of the Gloucester Point VA Rotary Club. You can help eradicate polio by making a purchase at www.PlantstoEndPolio.org or with a contribution to Gloucester Point Rotary Charitable Foundation (Plants to End Polio) P.O. Box 421 White Marsh, VA 23183.

What Happens When Polio is Eradicated?

By Karen W. Kovacs

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2018. The year we anticipate polio will likely be gone, done, finished ruining so many lives of innocent young children. Through ongoing vaccination programs and close monitoring, the incidences of devastating paralysis that occur from this vaccine preventable disease will be few and far between.

Hard to believe that only 30 years ago, the crippling virus was rampant worldwide.

The infrastructure put in place through the Global Polio Eradication Initiative is already being used to meet broader health needs. These include providing other health services like deworming tablets, Vitamin A (a deficiency increases the risk that a child may die from such diseases as measles and diarrhea), and bed nets as well as responding to health and environmental disasters like meningitis outbreaks, flooding and tsunamis.

The current polio eradication strategy is set up to deliver a polio-free world by 2018 through its four-pronged approach: 1) routine immunization, 2) supplemental immunization, 3) surveillance to identify cases of polio, and 4) a mop-up campaign which includes door-to-door immunization in areas where the virus is suspected to still be circulating.

The leadership and vision to take on polio eradication led to the development of an extensive infrastructure for improving the health and lives of so many people around the world, now and in the future. The possibilities are probably only limited by the imagination of those seeking ways to provide better health, sanitation and living conditions for people all over the world.

The Gloucester Point Rotary Club expects the Plants to End Polio project to stay in place for a long time, too. The name will simply evolve once polio is gone. As people who love to garden and buy plants continue to designate the Gloucester Point Rotary Charitable Foundation to receive a donation from Brent & Becky’s Bulbs, the far-reaching impact beyond polio eradication remains to be seen.

The generosity of Brent & Becky’s Bulbs Bloomin’ Bucks campaign to offer a contribution to our charitable foundation means that when folks purchase bulbs and plants that were going to get bought anyhow, we are able to help improve the lives of people around the globe. Hats off to this company’s efforts to make the world a better place.


Author Karen W. Kovacs is a member of the Gloucester Point VA Rotary Club. You can help eradicate polio by making a purchase at www.PlantstoEndPolio.org or with a contribution to Gloucester Point Rotary Charitable Foundation (Plants to End Polio) P.O. Box 421 White Marsh, VA 23183.

The Chaplain’s Daughter

By Ann Burruss

Photo by Jack Cast

End PolioOne Saturday night in 1946, I spent the night with my friend Margaret. She was the chaplain’s daughter. We were probably in the 5th or 6th grade and lived in Ft. Benning, Georgia. Her dad told me the next morning that I had to go home because Margaret was very sick and would not be going to Sunday school. I was very scared and so did not go that day either.

I was not actually quarantined, but could not go to the movies because Margaret was diagnosed with polio. I visited Margaret when she was transferred to Warm Springs and in an iron lung, but only once. Most of the time we corresponded through letters.

She was so cheerful that it seemed that she would get well. When we moved from Ft. Benning, we continued to “talk” through letters until she could no longer even dictate. Margaret was the first friend I had who did not live to be a teenager.

My mother worked very hard to make sure we did not panic about polio, as she did about everything. But I recall that we could not use the swimming pool because of the polio scare.

I remember very well the sugar-coated medicine – the Salk vaccine- that was administered by dissolving a “sugar cube” which had been coated with the pink liquid in our mouths. That must have been in the early 50’s when all children got it.

Somewhere along the line, there was gamma globulin, but I do not recall when or who received the shots. I am not sure if it was a preventative or a treatment.


Ann Burruss is a retired educator. She is a mother, grandmother, sister and aunt. Her volunteer work with the Literacy Volunteers of Gloucester is one of the many activities she is involved with in the community.

Called to Care: Getting Rid of Polio For Good

By Karen W. Kovacs

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Photo by Jean-Marc Giboux – RIBI Image Library

On Colleen Bonadonna’s first trip to India as part of a team traveling to help with polio vaccinations, a young mother handed her a baby and lovingly looked at Colleen as if to say, “Thank you. Thank you for protecting my child.”

It was a powerful moment that Colleen will never forget. She keeps a photo of that mother and child in her office as a reminder and hope that one day no parent will ever have to fear that his or her child will contract polio.

Growing up, Colleen did not know anyone who had polio. In fact, until she joined Rotary, she was not aware that polio still existed. After traveling to India the first time and seeing polio victims crawling in the streets in Delhi, Colleen felt compelled to become an activist to help eradicate the disease. She is committed to seeing that someday no other child will have to live with its effects.

Colleen is the Rotary District 7610 Polio Plus Chairperson. Her job is to educate and inform club members about the current status of polio around the globe and encourage clubs to support Rotary International’s efforts to eradicate polio.

As a member of six vaccination team trips, five to India and one to Nigeria, Colleen has had the opportunity to see first hand the good that Rotary does in parts of the world where health needs are the greatest. She has met with members of the World Health Organization, the Centers for Disease Control, UNICEF, and the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation (which donates two dollars for every one dollar raised for polio eradication).

The teams learn about how the countries they visit are preventing the spread of polio. They are also taught how to administer the oral vaccine that allows people without medical training to give the vaccine. Local teams monitor children who are in need of vaccinations. And when a woman is pregnant, they keep in touch with her to make sure that the newborn gets vaccinated.

Colleen describes the people in the countries they visit as welcoming and appreciative of the team’s effort to travel such a distance to help protect their children. The teams stay in hotels in the larger cities, but when they are in the villages, they stay with Rotarians in their homes. That experience is one of the highlights of the trips for Colleen.

Many nations lack the finances and infrastructure to stop the spread of disease, including polio, which occurs because of poor sanitation and lack of clean water. They also don’t have the means to vaccinate all children to prevent polio. Political conflicts and war continue to be a barrier, too. Rotary’s effort to work with heads of states and religious leaders has helped break down some of these walls.


Author Karen W. Kovacs is a member of the Gloucester Point VA Rotary Club. You can help eradicate polio by making a purchase at www.PlantstoEndPolio.org or with a contribution to Gloucester Point Rotary Charitable Foundation (Plants to End Polio) P.O. Box 421 White Marsh, VA 23183

A Child’s Memory: The Red-haired Girl

By Susan Camp

Photo from Amber Case

post-childsmemoryWhen I was growing up in Hampton, Virginia in the early 1950’s, I don’t remember going to fairs or beaches or summer picnics. All of the neighborhood children had to go inside and rest on summer afternoons. Our mothers frequently felt our foreheads for signs of fever and grown-ups whispering in the kitchen made us fearful of a terrible secret that we weren’t to know about.

There was something dreadful lurking at the beaches and fairs and picnics. It was called “polio” and it could make you sick so that your arms and legs didn’t work right. Some kids died or had to stay in a giant, metal iron lung that would breathe for them.

I don’t remember when I had the polio vaccine, but I remember hearing about a Dr. Salk who had invented a shot that could help prevent kids from getting polio. Gradually, the crowd restrictions eased and when I was about six, we went to a big picnic with people from my dad’s office at Langley Field. My dad packed my green Huffy bike into the trunk of the car. I hadn’t mastered riding it yet, and he was determined that I would learn that day.

Most of the boys and girls brought their bikes and dads were helping us littler ones learn to balance. As I practiced, I saw a thin girl with long-red hair watching us. She wore a brace on one leg and leaned on tiny crutches. “Mom”, I whispered, “Who is she? What’s wrong with her?”

“Her name is Anna”, my mom said. “Anna had polio and that is why she has a brace on her leg.” I smiled at Anna, but she didn’t smile back. By the time we left the picnic that day, I could ride my bike like a champ. I have always wondered if Anna ever learned to ride.


 

Susan Camp is a retired Pediatric Nurse Practitioner and nursing educator. She enjoys growing flowers and trees and puttering in the garden. Susan also writes poetry, short stories, and gardening articles. She reads a lot and loves cats. Her husband Jim is a member of Gloucester Point Rotary Club.

Big, Colorful Blooms for Dreary Winter Days

By Susan Camp

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Photo by Liz West

It’s funny how those short, dreary, winter days and long, dark winter nights creep up on us after the color and cheer of the holiday season. With all the glitter and sparkle gone, the house looks pretty bare and glum.

One way to brighten up the house is to force spring-blooming bulbs to flower out of season. A favorite for winter forcing is the exotic amaryllis, a native of South America. Amaryllis bulbs develop into big, showy red, pink, white, yellow, and salmon blooms. There are striped cultivars, double blooms, and flowers with contrasting edges. Miniature varieties are available. Amaryllis height ranges between 12 to 36 inches, depending on variety.

The huge bulbs (20 to 34 cm. in diameter) can be purchased singly. The amaryllis bulb should fit snugly in the center of its pot, with room for one inch of potting mix around the sides and one to two inches below. The top third of the bulb should be left exposed with the roots spread out into the pot.

Average bloom time is approximately eight weeks. Start the bulb in a cool, dark place (55 to 70 °F), and then move to a sunny location when shoots appear. Water about once a week. When you see green shoots, you may need to water more often to keep soil moist, but not soggy. Amaryllis flourishes in heat and sunlight. Keep the plant away from heating vents and drafts and move it to a cool spot every evening. You can feed it every two weeks with ½ strength high potassium fertilizer.

As the plant grows, rotate the pot every few days to keep the stems from leaning to one side. You may need to stake the amaryllis with one of the shorter wire stakes used for irises and gladioli. Click here to read directions on making your own stakes from wire coat hangers.

After blooming, the amaryllis should be placed outside in a sunny location and fertilized during the growing season. In early fall, cut the leaves back and stop watering for eight weeks. In late fall, repot in fresh potting mix and restart the forcing process for a bright spot of color after next year’s holiday season.


 

Susan Camp is a retired Pediatric Nurse Practitioner and nursing educator. She enjoys growing flowers and trees and puttering in the garden. Susan also writes poetry, short stories, and gardening articles. She reads a lot and loves cats. Her husband Jim is a member of Gloucester Point Rotary Club.

Post-Polio Syndrome: A Physical Therapist’s Perspective.

By Karen W. Kovacs, PT

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I have treated several people diagnosed with Post-Polio Syndrome (PPS). Their symptoms included pain, fatigue and weakness. But these same symptoms are hallmarks of other diseases, too. The Post-Polio Health Education Network reminds us, “It’s important to not get hung up on a definition.” Polio survivors, like anyone, need to work with their medical team to find appropriate treatment for their unique symptoms.

People who have had polio, like many of my patients, typically come to physical therapy because of pain and weakness. The patients I have worked with have been as young as 40 years old. We still aren’t exactly sure what causes the symptoms so many years after the virus affects a person, typically more than 30 years later. And no one really knows why some people experience PPS and others do not.

We think the symptoms are the result of damage at the point where the nerve innervates a muscle to “tell it what to do.” Then the muscles don’t provide adequate support at the joints. Aging bodies start to hurt and people notice more difficulty with normal activities like getting up out of a chair. Sound familiar? A carefully prescribed program is really important. Just adding more exercise is definitely not advised with the type of weakness that is associated with PPS.

Physical Therapists sometimes work with an orthotist to make low profile braces that integrate the latest technology (like carbon) to give more stability at a polio survivor’s ankle or knee. This helps protect the patient’s joints and makes it easier to get around. These are not like the braces President Roosevelt wore.

Ironically, the profession of physical therapy went through a huge growth spurt after World War II because of the increased number of citizens needing rehabilitation, including wounded soldiers and people with polio. We still use techniques that were developed in the 1950s to facilitate muscle recruitment for polio survivors with our patients who have impaired neuromuscular function. This even includes athletes who have been injured or people who have developed compensation habits because of pain.

It’s ironic to me that despite advances in medicine and technology, PTs may still be treating patients with PPS (if those people are fortunate enough to have access to health care) beyond 2050. We really are “this close” to eradicating the virus; we can’t stop now.


 

Karen Kovacs is a Physical Therapist and Clinical Director at Tidewater Physical Therapy, Gloucester Point. She is Board Certified in Orthopedics. Kovacs is a Past-President of Gloucester Point Rotary Club.