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Adelia M. Hoyt memoir and photographs
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--EPILOGUE-- November 1950 How little we know what the future holds! When I wrote those closing lines in the latter part of this narrative I really thought no other change could come to me in this life. As the years had come and gone, bringing new opportunities and new problems, each had been a challenge requiring my best effort. Every accomplishment had brought with it a sense of power and greater strength for the next endeavor. For four years I had managed the affairs of my home and found a real satisfaction in doing it. Most of the time I had good help but the responsibility was all mine. I planned all the meals and I did much of the marketing by telephone. If anything went wrong in the house I had to see to it and so far it had not been too difficult. Early in 1948 I began to feel the strain and realized that I could not go on this way indefinitely. Mrs. Neff's mother who lived a few blocks from us was in very poor health. Frequently Mrs. Neff had to leave me for a day or two to care for her The time might come when she would have to leave altogether. That would mean securing and training a new person and I did not feel equal to such a task. In the natural course of things I would be less and less able to carry on. I considered several plans. I might get a family to take over and allow me to room and board with them; I might find a boarding place with private family, although I knew it would be difficult; I might go into a nursing home but a good one would be most expensive. All these could only be temporary arrangements subject to human vicissitudes. The best solution to my problem seemed to be to enter the Home for the Blind in Washington D.C. I had visited the Home many times and I knew some of the people living there intimately. I had no foolish prejudice against such an institution although up to this time i had never seriously considered entering 119
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--EPILOGUE-- November 1950 How little we know what the future holds! When I wrote those closing lines in the latter part of this narrative I really thought no other change could come to me in this life. As the years had come and gone, bringing new opportunities and new problems, each had been a challenge requiring my best effort. Every accomplishment had brought with it a sense of power and greater strength for the next endeavor. For four years I had managed the affairs of my home and found a real satisfaction in doing it. Most of the time I had good help but the responsibility was all mine. I planned all the meals and I did much of the marketing by telephone. If anything went wrong in the house I had to see to it and so far it had not been too difficult. Early in 1948 I began to feel the strain and realized that I could not go on this way indefinitely. Mrs. Neff's mother who lived a few blocks from us was in very poor health. Frequently Mrs. Neff had to leave me for a day or two to care for her The time might come when she would have to leave altogether. That would mean securing and training a new person and I did not feel equal to such a task. In the natural course of things I would be less and less able to carry on. I considered several plans. I might get a family to take over and allow me to room and board with them; I might find a boarding place with private family, although I knew it would be difficult; I might go into a nursing home but a good one would be most expensive. All these could only be temporary arrangements subject to human vicissitudes. The best solution to my problem seemed to be to enter the Home for the Blind in Washington D.C. I had visited the Home many times and I knew some of the people living there intimately. I had no foolish prejudice against such an institution although up to this time i had never seriously considered entering 119
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