When I was
working at St. Andrew’s Foundation as Program Director, one of my colleagues,
Edsel Massey, was Outreach Director. Edsel had been working at St. Andrew’s
Foundation almost from its beginning. You may remember from a previous post
that Edsel went along with then Program Director Harry Hamilton to meet Dorothy
when she was first accepted into the group homes.
I remember
one day when Edsel got a call from someone at the regional office for the State
Department of Mental Health and Mental Retardation. There was to be a
conference at the Winfrey Hotel and the organizers of the conference wanted to
let conference attendees hear from mental health clients who were successfully
managing independent living. Right away Edsel told them that Dorothy would be
the perfect candidate. He called Dorothy on the telephone to ask if she would
be willing to go to the conference to tell the people there about her life in
the community. Dorothy enthusiastically accepted the offer. Edsel picked her up
and took her to the conference on the appointed day. When he returned he was
very pleased and talked about what an excellent job Dorothy had done and how
she really connected with the group.
It was some
years later when Dorothy and I were having our weekly conversations that I asked
her about that day. This was her
recollection:
There
was this conference at the Winfrey Hotel and Edsel took me out there to give a
speech. I told them about one time when
I went down to Five Points. Me and another lady were in Clyde Huston’s I
asked for a glass of Wild Turkey, she asked for a glass of tequila. Well I
drunk that Wild Turkey, and when I went out, I didn’t know if I was wild or the
turkey was wild. I thought, “Dear God! I
don’t never want no more of that stuff!” I told them about that and I thought
everybody would fall over laughing. I was supposed to have been making a speech
about what we did to live independently. I got excited, and I wasn’t even using
the microphone. I was just blaring out and everybody was laughing.
Then
somebody else got up there, they were from another place. I don’t know if
everybody could hear them. Some lady took us out there. It was at some mental
health conference that we went to to talk about living on our own.
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| One of the conference rooms at the Winfrey |
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