I'm the one Maheen was referring. We were talking on the phone, and all of the sudden, I started wondering how he manages to read IMs, e-mails and such, being completly visualy impaired. So, he gave me a demo. He showed me how his computer reads e-mail. I could hear it talking in the background.
Maheen is is great young man. He is very enthusiastic about older music, and it shows in his speech, so when he tells his computer to type something, he speaks into his mic and it types out word for word what he is saying, and that enthusiasm really shines through!
Maheen and I talked for an hour, and I was amazed at his knowledge of folk and country musicians from the 50s and 60s. I thoroughly enjoyed our conversation.
John, when I hung up the phone, I immediately started wondering how Maheen tells one CD from another. I'm glad you explained it.
It amazes me how visually impaired people can manage so well. My great grandmother was completely blind for the last 10 years of her life. She managed to take care of herself quite well. She could tell her clothes apart just by the feel of them, could find her way from room to room, did her own housework and even wrote letters. She'd place a ruler on a sheet of paper and use it as a guide for each line.
She did do one thing that cracked us all up, though. We went to pick her up so she could spend the holidays at our place. In our family, all the girls, meaning mom and my sisters, pitched in to do the dishes after a meal, and Gram was no exception. She decided she was going to wash dishes. Lisa and I wiped and put them away amd Mom cleaned the stove and table, while all of us were singing three part harmony to You Are My Sunshine. Now, this was back in the late 1960s, right after the invention of Teflon, and Mom had recently purchased a set of Teflon bakeware. Teflon, if you remember correctly, had a slight rough feel to it. Gram was washing a cake pan and though the rough feel was food particles. She scoured that cake pan until it was shiny clean and didn't have a particle of Teflon left on it, all the while singing You Are My Sunshine to the top of her lungs. I will never forget that scene. Of course, none of us told her that she had just ruined Mom's new cake pan. She didn't need to know that. Mom just went out and bought one to replace it, and over the years, we often remember that day and still laugh about it.
Gram died the next summer, in 1969, at age 97. What an amazing woman she was.
Cathy
http://www.cathycowette.com