Ageless Passions by Karen Putz

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  • Are You Enjoying Your Summer?

    It was like old times.  We invited two families to join us at Christie Lake over the weekend.  Dennis, Laura, Steve and Joanne.  Plus their kids. It was the first time we all kicked back together up at the lake.  The weather forecast called for rain the entire weekend but none of us cared.  We just wanted to connect with one another and catch up on life. 

    Visiting St. Julian's Winery

    It definitely rained.  We decided to go to the St. Julian Winery in the morning.  We left Dennis behind with the kids, and they took off in the rain to go swimming.  I hadn’t been to the winery since I was a kid, sipping grape juice at the bar.  It was fun to sample the wine and try unusual ones.  We ended up buying a blackberry wine and the Niagara.  

    After the sampling, we took a tour of the winery.  The tour guide slowed down his speech and faced us while he spoke, so the tour was pretty accessible for us.  Unfortunately, the short movie in the beginning wasn’t captioned.

    When we arrived back, the rain slowed down.  We grabbed lunch and then decided to go tubing with just the adults first.  The kids were taking a break from all the swimming they did. 

    As I whipped Dennis and Steve around, I tried to make sure that Steve didn’t fall off too hard or crash his head into Dennis.  I didn’t want to jar his cochlear implant internally and be responsible for sending him back into the hospital for a re-implant.  When Steve climbed into the boat, he thanked me for the wild ride.  “That was me being cautious!” I laughed. 

    Steve brought up his kayaks so we all took turns kayaking around the lake.  On Sunday, the sun came out in the afternoon so we took the pontoon out and swam in the middle.  We took the kids tubing and kneeboarding the rest of the time.

    This was a rare weekend for all of us together but I was really thankful for it.  There’s nothing like spending some time with friends and family, sharing good food and good times.   

    So how’s your summer going?  Are you finding enjoyable moments to kick back and enjoy?  Share them in the comment section!

  • Dr. Thomas McDavitt, Veterinarian

    Ever since he was a young child, Dr. Thomas McDavitt held on to the dream of becoming a veterinarian. Despite some opposition from well-meaning professionals during high school and college, Thomas forged ahead, taking the classes he needed and volunteering himself in various clinics and zoos to increase his knowledge and skills.  Several professionals expressed concern that being deaf might hinder him from performing the tasks needed to work with animals.  “How will you hear the heartbeat and lungs?” they asked.

    Profoundly deaf, Dr. McDavitt uses his hands to tell him what his ears cannot.  He feels for lung congestion and heartbeats combined with information from an assistant and refers any animal to a specialist if there are any concerns.

    Dr. McDavitt runs his own practice in Hickory Hills, Illinois.  Read more about this veterinarian here:

    Deaf Veterinarian Has a Heart for Animals.

    Watch a video of an ABC News segment:

    Deaf Veterinarian Treats Suburban Pets.

  • Deaf Mom World Gets a New Look–Makes Alltop

    How do you like my new look?

    No, I didn’t get another dye job.

    Gaze your eyes upward and you’ll find my new banner design.  I won the banner design from Meryl Evans, who was giving away five grand in prizes to celebrate her blog’s eighth birthday.  I can’t wait to see what she gives away at her tenth birthday!

    The banner was designed by Harry, the talented designer from Men with Pens.   When I first received notification that I won a banner design, I was thanking the stars for aligning in my favor.  One of the things I wanted to do after the SOBCono8  was to customize my theme, but being the ultimate procrastinator, I kept putting off the search for a designer.  Lo and behold, I now had one at my beck and call.

    It sure was fun working with Harry.  Harry, do this.  Harry, can you try that?  Harry, can you make it darker?  Harry, can you airbrush 40 pounds off and make me look like Christie Brinkley?

    We had a little problem with geography and I ended up first in Canada, then in Michigan.  Harry was working off the logo I created all by myself, from scratch at the left.  Considering I spend half of my summers at Christie Lake in Michigan, I thought about leaving it there.  But it was too much fun to order Harry to make more changes.  So Harry’s slaving away and moving me to Chicago soon.

     Harry also went above and beyond duty as he helped me install the banner on my blog.  We worked through instant messaging and I asked him to walk me through the whole process.  He could have easily installed it himself, but he was willing to take the time and guide me by the hand.  Navigating the code was like walking through a minefield, and Harry kept me from blowing my blog up. 

    Would I pay money to have this done by Men with Pens?  You betcha.

    In other news, A Deaf Mom Shares Her World made it to the very top of Alltop in the Disability section.  I’ve been quoted in Car and Caboodle and Diversity, Inc. recently.  And the most exciting news of all: I’ve been asked to become a regular blogger for Momlogic and Chicago Moms Blog.

    But if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to run.  I wish I was jetting off to an exciting blog conference or hosting a book signing, but there’s something more urgent to take care of.

    The toilet’s clogged up.

  • Steak ‘n Shake — Filing a Complaint for Discrimination

    It was bound to happen. 
     
    Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?  Back in January, my son and I had the drive thru window closed in our face, not once, but twice by a head trainer/manager of Steak ‘n Shake in Bolingbrook.  “Go around and use the speaker,” I was told. Numerous attempts to explain that I was deaf did not sway him.  Showing my hearing aids didn’t convince him to serve me.  He stated that he could call the cops if I continued to remain in the drive thru.
     
    Many people told me to “sue the pants off of Steak ‘n Shake!” 
     
    I wanted something more.  I wanted to work with the corporation to try and affect some positive changes. I didn’t want to pursue a lawsuit.  I wanted to make it so that when my kids go through a Steak ‘n Shake drive-thru, they’d be able to access it in any of their 400+ restaurants.
     
    A meeting was set up with three Steak ‘n Shake employees: the Director of Communications, Director of Human Resources and Director of Operations.  Howard Rosenblum, a deaf attorney from Equip for Equality and a person who was very familiar with the drive thru issues, joined us at the meeting.  He was there to represent me and make sure that all of the bases were covered in protecting my rights.
     
    At first, the possibility of change seemed quite possible.  The three corporate staff persons were interested in making positive changes so that this would not happen to another deaf, hard of hearing or speech-challenged person in their drive-thrus.  They indicated that they were not the right department to implement the changes and that we would have to meet with other staff who could put changes in place.  So we left the meeting feeling positive about the direction that Steak ‘n Shake was going in.
     
    The issue was handed over to Greg Fehribach, an attorney who works for Steak ‘n Shake.  We stressed to Mr. Fehribach that we wanted to meet with the corporate employees who had the authority to make changes in the drive thru.
     
    On Monday, Howard and I met with Mr. Fehribach and another Steak ‘n Shake attorney.  Despite my request to meet near my home, Mr. Fehribach insisted on having the meeting in downtown Chicago.  Right then and there, I could see that Steak ‘n Shake wasn’t planning to make this process any easier on me.
     
    At first, our meeting went well as we explained the changes that we hoped to see at Steak ‘n Shake.  After the incident in January, I did a lot of research about drive-thrus and experienced several different access options.  A Subway in Indiana had a touch-screen menu so I was able to experience what it would be like to use a touch-screen.  I visited the Culver’s restaurants that had the Order Assist system in place.  I met with the owner of Order Assist and suggested some modifications to the system to make it more accessible.
     
    Imagine the wonderful PR that would result from making a positive change to all of the restaurants and making the drive-thrus accessible, I said.
     
    We quickly learned that the attorneys for Steak ‘n Shake had no interest in pursuing any changes to the Steak ‘n Shake drive-thrus that would require a physical change to the system.  They believed that training their employees and providing pre-printed menus would be enough.  Neither attorney had even made an attempt to explore the systems that were in use.  They were not going to bring about a meeting with the corporate executives who could implement those changes.  It was pretty apparent that they wanted me to settle it, not blog about it anymore and make it all go away.  
    The attorneys brought in the head trainer/manager who discriminated against me.  He stiffly issued a canned apology and then left the room.  The attorneys would not allow me to say a word or ask questions.   After the apology, I got up and left the room.  All the emotions of that January day came flooding back– to be denied service because you are deaf in this day and age means that we have so much more work ahead of us to obtain equal access.
     
    So I’ll be joining Karen Tumeh in filing a complaint against a corporation for discrimination in the drive-thru.  For the last six months, I explored this issue and tried to affect some positive changes in drive-thru access. I really hoped that Steak ‘n Shake was going to be a leader in this.
     
    It’s just a shame that the corporations don’t want our business.

  • We Are Indeed, Hands & Voices

    Every year, it gets better.

    Beth Donofrio and I headed out to Breckenridge last Thursday for the annual Hands & Voices Leadership Workshop.  Beth is a close friend of mine as well as an Illinois Hands & Voices board member.  She’s a mom of five kids, with lots of experience in assisting parents of deaf and hard of hearing kids throughout the years. 

    Each year, the workshop has grown, and this year, we had folks from as far away as Saipan joining us.  On the left, you can see the states that are involved with Hands & Voices.  We are spreading wordwide as well.  It has been amazing to see the growth– from a few chapters a few years ago to nearly every state with a chapter or a start-up.  There are a lot of us out there who believe “What works for your child is what makes the choice right.”

    On Friday night, I teamed up with Erin, a mom from the Pennsylvania chapter to host an icebreaker.  You’ve heard of “speed dating?”  We did “Speed Greeting.”   Everyone left with a new best friend that night.

    There were several of us there raising three deaf/hard of hearing kids and it was nice to bond with those families.  Everywhere I went, moms would share bits and pieces from their lives, wisdom was exchanged and ideas explored.  I wanted more time– there’s never enough time!  The weekend went by way too quickly.

    In the photo on the left, is our team from Illinois.  Left to right:  Leeanne Seaver, Executive Director of Hands & Voices, Beth Donofrio, myelf and Ginger Mullen, the EHDI Coordinator for newborn hearing screening.  We are working together to set up a parent-to-parent program in Illinois that will provide parent support after a diagnosis.

    Someone asked me once, why does Hands & Voices appeal to me so much?  From the time I first set eyes on their mission and their stance on communication modes, I knew I had found my “home.”  I wanted a safe place to explore answers for my kids, a place where I could learn advocacy skills and a place that was going to roll up the sleeves and help me make changes in the way that families receive information upon diagnosis.  I love the variety– I’ve had a wonderful opportunity to meet families using all kinds of communication modes. 

    I came across a quote over the weekend that I thought was really profound:

    “A community that excludes even one of its members is not a community at all.”  –Dan Wilkins

  • Hands & Voices in Colorado

    Greetings from beautiful Colorado! I am blogging this on my phone at the base of Breckenridge’s Beaver Run resort. The mountains are amazing at this time of the year. Many of the peaks still have snow on them.

    I came out here on Thursday with my friend Beth who is also a board member for Illinois Hands &Voices. We attended the annual leadership workshop for Hands & Voices.

    I’ll be sharing pictures in tomorrow’s post. It was an amazing weekend of connections & new friendships.

  • Socialization for Deaf and Hard of Hearing Kids

    As I was driving home from the mall today, I watched the six kids in the back as they chatted with each other.  The two high school boys were conversing using mostly their voice, with some signs thrown in.  The three girls were animatedly using American Sign Language. Eyebrows arched, shoulders shrugged and cheeks puffed as they skipped through conversations about residental school, camp and their plans for the night.

    I thought back to a few months ago:  I was at an anniversary celebration of a close friend and she introduced me to her cousin, a mom of a hard of hearing son who was in middle school.  We chatted for a while, I told her about Illinois Hands & Voices and we talked about IEPs.  Then the topic of socialization came up.  I shared my frustrations about our school district–how there were nearly 70 kids with hearing loss and very little connection among the kids.  What she told me next blew me away.  “My son doesn’t have a single friend,” she said.  I saw sadness on her face.  “If he could just make one friend, it would be so much better.”

    I couldn’t get that boy out of my mind.  I grew up being the only hard of hearing kid in school, but I always had several close friends.  I’m always looking for new situations for my kids to meet and connect with other kids, deaf, hard of hearing or hearing.  So when my oldest son received an invitation to swim at a friend’s house a few weeks ago, I drove him over there.

    I chatted with the mom and we talked about school, IEPs and other things.  What she said next, blew me away.  The mom revealed that it was the first time since they moved three years ago that her sons had friends over to their house.  I watched as the group of kids horsed around in the pool with smiles on their faces.  It was hard to believe that this was the first time a group of them had gotten together.

    So today, as I watched the six kids connect with one another, I started to wonder about other deaf and hard of hearing kids and how they’re spending their summer.  How many other kids are spending their summer social bluffing their way through group conversations, as I did?  I had a great group of friends while growing up, but I still managed to be the Social Bluffing Queen when it came to parties and group outings. I didn’t address the social bluffing issue until many years later– after meeting deaf and hard of hearing people and learning what it was like to access group conversations without bluffing through them.   Mark Drolsbaugh, my separated-at-birth-twin has a great series on social bluffing:

    Super Phony

    Super Phony on Spring Break

    The Return of Super Phony

    What will it take, asks Mark, to hang up the Super Phony cape for once and for all?  “There are still too many Super Phonies flying around out there. We’ve got to rein them in and encourage them to live authentic lives,” says Mark.  

    Can it be done?

     

  • A Week to Remember at Christie Lake

    Vacation time is over and a mound of laundry is sitting in the laundry tub.  I can hear my Mom chiding me as she reads this.  But I told you to wash your laundry while you were up there!

    The week started out with Steven’s baseball team’s championship win.  No sooner did we arrive back up in Michigan and the storm clouds began to roll in.  We covered up the boats just before the skies let loose with angry mix of wind and rain.  The electric went out from Wednesday evening until Friday morning.

    Everyone made the best of it.  Shortly after we lit up the lanterns, the kids began to make up dances in the kitchen.  Mom and my cousin, Marilyn, began doing line dances, the fox trot and the cha-cha (at least, I think that’s what the hopping around looked like).

    On the fourth of July, the weather was beautiful.  The kids decorated the pontoon for the annual boat parade.  We didn’t have many boats this year–either the price of gas kept everyone on shore or they didn’t want to particpate in the water fights afterwards.

    Right after the parade, we threw a surprise 40th birthday party for my cousin Cheri.  Cheri’s brother passed away when she was a teen, so her actual birthday at the end of the year always holds sad memories.  So we celebrated her “half” birthday instead.  The cake was decorated in black icing, with two nice mounds of icing-covered oranges in honor of her new growth.  That’s right, Cheri’s gift to herself this year was never-before-seen cleavage.  I gotta tell ya, my cousin rocks.  She took up running, lost weight and looks like a knock-out.  She’s my inspiration.  I’ve got the boobs, now I want the body to match.

    There’s more.  The vacation wouldn’t be memorable if it wasn’t for the way it started… and ended.  On Saturday night, we were next door at a party.  The beer was flowing freely and the roasted pig was actually delicious, even after I declared that I wouldn’t eat it–there I was–sitting with a plate of it and downing it with my fourth cup of beer.  Those who know me, you can pick your jaw up off the floor.  Yes, I do like to imbibe every now and then.

    Cheri’s husband came bounding over.  “The septic tank just overflowed on the driveway,” he announced.  Uh oh.  So that smell– it was wafting over from our driveway.  We tried to keep the news away from Mom as Dad slipped back home to call the septic company.  Of course, there wasn’t anyone who was willing to come out over the weekend and empty the tank.

    So there we were, with a bunch of people in the house and strict orders not to flush.   Mom hollered at Dad for a bit.  “I told you to call the septic company earlier in the week!”  But then she quickly went into problem-solving mode, pulling out kitchen garbage bags and announcing that anyone who wanted to void themselves of solid contents would have to cover the toilet with a garbage bag first.  We managed to get everyone through the weekend minus working toilets.

    What can I say?  It was definitely a memorable week.

  • Crystal Schwartz, Health Educator/Counselor

    Crystal Schwartz is an independent contractor with an interesting job.  She is a Health Educator and Counselor to clients with HIV or at-risk.   Crystal works with different hospitals and counsels deaf and hard of hearing patients about healthy living and sex education with HIV.  She hosts workshops on topics related to HIV and healthy living.

    Crystal didn’t intend to get into counseling at first.  She attended Gallaudet University for three years and while in Chicago on an internship, she finished up her degree in Business Administratation at the Robert Morris College. 

    “I first became involved as an educator/counselor by volunteering a lot with the HIV program and through networking,” said Crystal.

    Crystal left full-time work and switched to the part-time counseling job to allow more flexibility and time with her children.  Crystal is a mom to three deaf children.  She has been a Health Educator and Counselor for seven years.

    “I’m blessed to be able to help so many people,” she said.

    Today, Crystal is back in school, aiming for her graduate degree in Management.  She’s also hard at work, writing her first book.

  • Roughing it at Christie Lake

    After meeting my brother to drop off Kaycie, we headed back up to Christie Lake on Wednesday. As soon as we arrived, we began to cover up the boats. The Weather Channel showed that a large storm was heading our way.

    And boy, did it hit.

    The wind was fierce and the lake water swirled in all directions. I was a bit afraid that it was going to turn into a tornado like the storm we had in the early eighties that overturned boats and downed trees. Back then, the power was out for nearly a week and we had no electric.

    In the middle of this storm, the power went out. Mom and Dad ran around getting the kerosene lamps and camping lights. Mom brought out one lamp that was her mother’s lamp– almost a hundred years old– and we lit that as well.

    The storm finally settled down. We sat around talking with my cousins, waiting to see if the electric would come back on. Mom told stories about how she grew up without electric as a kid. After an hour, Dad went outside to hook up the generator. The generator operates the kitchen light, fridge, water pump and the microwave so “roughing it” was a bit exaggerated for our situation. We used candles and flashlights in the bathrooms and even redirected the electric to watch TV later.

    Dad called the electric company and found out that the electric was going to be out until Saturday night at eleven p.m. My brother and his wife decided to go and rent a camper for the weekend and they came up on Thursday. We took out fish and ended up with a big fish fry that night with potatoes on the grill. Later, I used the grill to warm up water for baths for my Mom, cousin and sister. After the third round of baths, we quit. The kids braved a cold shower. I decided to wait until the morning.

    So early this morning, I jumped into a very, very cold shower. “Who needs coffee,” I announced when I came down. “A cold shower works much better!”

    A few hours later, the electric came back on. The nice thing about going without electric is that it makes you appreciate it so much more when it comes back on.

    So Happy 4th of July to everyone– embrace your electric today!