Thinking Spring

By: Theresa Sweeney-Smith Fall is a beautiful season. The cooler air hits my cheeks as I walk outside in the morning. I can smell the smoke from the leaves burning in my neighborhood. It is noticeable, even with my limited vision, that it becomes darker each day. Everyone talks about the leaves turning bright colors…

Looking For a Job

By Melvin Sheire After graduating from the Wisconsin School for the Visually Handicapped (WSVH) in June 1962, I came to Milwaukee to look for work. At that time, I was under the care of the state, and my social worker brought me. I was living at the Badger Association of the Blind, now known as…

Not Just a Walk, but an Adventure

By Theresa Sweeney-Smith In 1972, I was a 16-year-old girl with an eye problem. After visiting several optometrists and focusing on “the green bead” in the middle of the string for a whole summer, my Mom and Dad determined that I should see an ophthalmologist.  They made an appointment for me with my favorite aunt’s…