WHEELCHAIR HOUSEWIFE

Woman Magazine - 1958

 

 

 

Note from Tack-O-Rama: In the 1950s, polio was still a common illness and yet as you can see by this article, in 1958 they just couldn’t seem to get enough of the word “cripple” (although I suspect the word was whispered). If the person in question happened to hold down an actual job, or bake a batch of scones, it was treated as a feat of sheer magnificence....

 

 

 

 

Fred Darch could not carry his pretty bride over the threshold of their new home in Bridgwater, because Fred is a polio cripple and so is Anne, his dark-haired young wife.

 

But as he turned the key in the lock and gave Anne’s wheelchair a little push, he watched her face with the same half-shy pride any young man feels when he enters his home with his new wife for the first time. And Anne, her vivacious face filled with complete wonder and happiness, whispered: “This is the home I always dreamed of. Daddy couldn’t have given us a more wonderful wedding present.”

 

Although at first sight their house is like all the others in the road with its neat front garden and crisp curtains, it is a house with a difference. A house adapted to Anne’s special needs as a cripple. A house which can help her live the life of a homemaker fully and make the job of looking after her husband easier. A house with waist-level light switches, specially constructed low electric stove and wide, sliding doors.

 

Polio struck Anne when she was four years old, but though it left her confined to a wheelchair, she never let her disability hinder her as she grew up. She kept house for her father. She learned to drive a motor chair expertly. Her friends knew her as game for anything and boy friends were attracted by her cheerful, high spirits.

 

But not until she got to know Fred, a telephonist, on a holiday at a hotel in Worthing, where polio cases are made particularly welcome, did she fall in love for the first time.

 

Anne began to think of marriage, of a home of her own and caring for her husband. And in the first sunshine of spring this year the physically handicapped from all over North Somerset came to Anne’s wedding at the little church in Uphill.

 

Most of us have a dream home in mind, but Anne’s took my by surprise when I visited her. “Aren’t I lucky?” she exclaimed as she manoeuvred her chair down the garden path to meet me. “Come and see for yourself.”

 

I found the doorways and passage extra wide and all the windows lowered. In her pretty sitting-room Anne had three windows where she could look out on to either front, side or back garden and was sure of getting sun all day. Her kitchen, pale blue and white, had a low sink with a wide space beneath for her chair to swing under. The bathroom had a long white rail all the way down both sides and opened by sliding doors.

 

“Everyone who built my home has been wonderful,” Anne said. “The electricians have fixed the meter and main switch where I can reach them. The builder has laid gentle slopes from the French window and front door instead of the two steps found everywhere else in the road.”

 

So it was a truly contented Anne, having shown me her home and wedding presents, who made tea for me. She pulled a small table on wheels into position, collected cups and saucers from the sideboard. It took her a little longer than it would me in my own home, but the rock buns were delicious, the chocolate sponge cake feather-light.

 

“I already knew that running a home would be harder for me than for most people,” Anne said. “But I made up my mind that Fred and I would have a well-run as well as happy home life. My father’s gift has made that possible.”

 

 

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