Background
Almost 30 years ago (1987), friends, Barbara Pike, Charlene Bozarth, and I sent out a nationwide request to polio survivors who might want to have their writings published in an anthology. Manuscripts came in, but life took over, and we were never able to create and publish the collection, as we had hoped. When I lost track of Barbara in Ohio, and Charlene, who left Michigan for New Mexico, I protectively stored the writings for resurrection at a later date.
Well, this year is that later date! I recently rediscovered them in my files, dusted them off, and now plan to take the liberty of publishing them by way of this blog. Some are essays. Some are poems. They are heartfelt, intimate and describe living with polio in earlier times. We can resonate with their feelings and messages.
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Chapter Two is a poem composed by Joyce Tepley way back when…
Paradox
Waves of grief break against the
solid rock of reason
splashing salty tears
that fill the tide pools of my soul.
Grief
the paradox of grief
as it empties it also fills
as it washes it also hones.
Tears of joy and sorrow mingle
like the currents of one ocean
with another.
There is always mixture
feelings come in pairs
the more I reach for joy
the more I move toward sadness
the more love blows clear
the more it stirs the murky ocean floor
of hate.
Time and tide wait for no man.
The unending cycle of death and rebirth
continually plays itself out.
There is no end
only transformation.
About the Author
Joyce Ann Tepley, retired from a forty-year career as a clinical social worker, has dedicated the rest of her life to honoring those who thrive through adversity by telling their stories. Joyce had polio in 1955 at the age of 9 and walked withthe aid of braces and a cane. She also uses a wheelchair. She is a member of the National Association of Social Workers, the Texas Coalition of Individuals With Disabilities and the International Post-Polio Health Association. Tepley lives in Dallas, Texas, with her husband Phil and their dog Kati.
Joyce recently wrote a book (previously reviewed on this blog) titled: Thriving Through It: How They Do It. You can find it on Amazon:
Joyce also has a new blog, Thriver Living Community.
Check it out at: http://thriverlivingcommunity.com/
Happy
Easter
time!
Here is a list of the missing anthology authors whom I would like to contact for permission to publish their work, now, so many years later. Since the publishing of chapter one, we have found two more authors, but have many yet to find.
If you are one, or know of one, please contact me at sunnyrollerblog@gmail.com.
Thank you!
Floy Schoenfelder
Lee Whipple
William Wild
Agnes Fennewald
Charlotte Snitzer
Ann Bradley
Toni Keffeler
Sofia Baltodano
Bruce Berman
Roberta Dillion Williams
Becky Lee Vance
Jean Hamm
Norene Senkbeil
Ann Goodhall
Ginger Sage
Shirley Hile Powell
Elizabeth Reeves
Doris Vanden Boogard
Donna L. Mattinson
Marie Galda
Alan M. Oberdick
Emma Blosser Hartzler
R. N. Hackney
Robert C. Huse
Are you out there?
Thank You.
Thank you, Sunny, for publishing my poem on your blog. I forgot I wrote it. What a nice surprise to see how I felt back then when I wrote it and how relevant the words still are in my life. You are doing a great service with your blog.
Thanks Joyce. I really think the topic of grief is so important. We all experience so many different kinds of loss. How we process them, heal, and transform is the important stuff on which to focus. It’s a challenge, that’s for sure. Here’s to wonderful ongoing transformations!
That poem is so very beautiful and real. I look forward to seeing other writings from your group. I have lost so many of my family that grief and I are well acquainted, and I found this poem to be very, very true.
Thank you, Penny, for your heart-felt comment about my poem. I forgot I wrote it. Now that I am 70+ years old, it is even more poignant. May you be blessed in your journey. — Joyce
Great. Love to see something from you in my e-mails. We leave for Washington D. C. tomorrow morning at 4:00. Spending the afternoon finishing up things at the desk. Can’t wait to see the Cherry Blossoms. “It is something to see” folks are saying. I picked my wheel chair this morning from a friend who spends his entire day in a wheel chair due to a motor cycle accident. There will be lots of walking and I need the chair to get from point A to point B. It will be very helpful.
Hi Linda! Hope your adventure in D.C. was delightful and that using the chair made it much more enjoyable.