This is the GUIDE PAGE MAGAZINE web text edition for

February 2018,

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CWAB® (registered trademark), Incorporated.

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1The GUIDE PAGE MAGAZINE is published monthly by:

CWAB® (registered trademark), Inc., 38 Washington

Avenue, Huntington, WV 25701.

Phone (304) 522-6991, Fax (304) 522-6924

e-mail: cwabadm@cabellwayne.org

Internet: www.cabellwayne.org or www.cwab.org

Cabell-Wayne Association of the Blind, Inc.

Executive Officers:

Joann Wallace - President

Eddy Adkins - Vice President

Leah Thompson - Secretary

Brenda (Blake) Fletcher- Treasurer

Board Members: Laundle Powers, Wanda Annis,

Mike Fitzpatrick, Sue Canterbury, James O’Neil, Trish

Walker, and Mark Oldaker

Paul Slone, Executive Director

Jerry Crabtree, GUIDE PAGE editor

Major funding provided by the Teubert Foundation,

Cabell-Wayne Association of the Blind

Mission and Vision Statements

OUR MISSION: Cabell-Wayne Association of the Blind

is committed to promoting and advocating the

economic, educational, and social welfare of the blind

and visually impaired of all ages so that they can

maintain a lifestyle comparable to other members of

society.

OUR VISION: CWAB® (registered trademark) will be

seen nationally as a model for organizations and

agencies that help blind and visually impaired persons

achieve maximum independence. CWAB® will be

known for timely and appropriate state-of-the-art

responses to the changing needs of consumers

throughout the Tri-State area and beyond.

CWAB® will once again be offering basket weaving

classes. There will be 3 classes, one in February, one in

March, and one in April. Each class will consist of three

consecutive weeks in the month you are signed up for.

February class: February 7th, 14th, and 21st

March class: March 7th, 14th, and 21st

April class: April 4th, 11th, and 18th

All classes must be attended in order to complete your

basket. Anyone who fails to attend a scheduled class

will forfeit their basket, and it will be completed by a

volunteer to be sold in the CWAB® basket sale.

Sign up for these classes will be through Linda Worthy.

You sign up, and she will pick the month you will be

attending. If you have any scheduled appointments you

need to tell Linda at the time of sign up and she will try

to accommodate you.

Classes are on a first come first sign up basis. If there

is anyone who has never attended a basket weaving

class they will move to the top of the list.

Each class will consist of 6 consumers. We will be

making a Wisconsin Market Basket.

To reserve your place in a class, call the Services

Division office at 304-522-6991.

Volume 29, Issue 2, February 2018

In this issue: Mission and Vision Statements, New

Schedule for Basket Classes, From the Director’s Desk,

Rummage Sale Coming in May!, GUIDE PAGE “Narrator

of the Month”, Tips On Severe Weather Transportation,

Benefits Of “Empty Stocking” Program, Crabtree

Celebrates 20th Year, Valentine Social Announced,

Excerpts From, “The Rock”, by Kermit Nance,

Recreation Activities, Support Groups, Guide Page

Magazine By E-mail, Activities Calendar for 2018,

Association Meeting Schedule, CWAB® Services.

ON THE COVER: A late night “out my backyard” view,

courtesy of Justin Waybright of Waybright

Photography. (C) Waybright Photography * Used by 

Permission * All Rights Reserved

FROM THE DIRECTOR’s DESK

Hello Everyone!

February is here! Hopefully warmer weather is

right around the corner!

Our Valentine Social is right around the corner.

The date is Friday, February 9th. We’ll have our fun

from 6 to 9 p.m. Food, fun, music, and games. Sign-up

now so you won’t miss out!

Our staff is getting ready for the ever-popular

Easter Egg Sale. Order early!

Basket classes are scheduled for February, March,

and April. If you are new to basket making, it is a fun

way to interact with fellow consumers, learn something

new, and create something useful for your home. Call

Linda Worthy at 304-522-6991 to add your name to the

class list.

Fudge sales for this year were outstanding! Total

funds raised was over $1,800!

As we celebrated the holidays this year, Cabell-

Wayne Association of the Blind helped give something

back to our community by participating in the “Empty

Stocking” program. Headed by Rhonda Spears, and

through generous support from our community and

neighbors, we were able to provide gifts for 30

consumers, who otherwise would not have had them.

Thank you, everyone!

As always, my door is open for thoughts,

suggestions, or problem solving.

Until next month .....

THERE IS A PHOTO AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS

ARTICLE. The photo is an artwork graphic of a male

character with his arms loaded down wuth “rummage”.

The caption reads, “The annual Cabell-Wayne

Rummage & Bake Sale will be held May 3rd & 4th.

Check the garage, closet, and the attic and start

gathering your junk - er, rummage for donation. If you

need it picked up, call 304-522-6991.

Come on by ... YOU WON’T BELIEVE THE BARGAINS!

The GUIDE PAGE MAGAZINE’s “Narrator of the Month”

for January 2018 was CWAB®’s Jerry Crabtree, (with

additional narration from Kermit Nance).

“Building each month’s GUIDE PAGE MAGAZINE is

a challenge,” Crabtree said. “There are plenty of ‘core’

items, but adding to that core is the hard part,” he

added.

Content varies from month-to-month depending on

agency activities and what might come across my desk.

I may have results and photos from our “5K Run/Walk

For Sight”, I might have concert photos, poems, event

announcements, obituaries, items from the local paper,

or something of interest found on the internet. My

sources are endless!

Like my article sources, my pool for narrators is

likewise vast and unique. I may do the narrative

myself, or if scheduling permits, I might obtain the

services of one of my many broadcast friends. I have

been known to seek the talents of national figures as

well. Over the past six months or so, our friend Kermit

Nance has been narrating some of his short stories.

Narration sessions for these stories are done every few

months and may include a dozen stories at a time.

My point? You’ve heard the phrase, “it takes a

village to raise a child”, right? Well, it takes a lot of

work to build a GP!

To get your free subscription, call 304-522-6991!

Tips for using CWAB® transportation during severe

weather months

We are now officially into the Winter season, so

let’s brush-up a bit regarding transportation.

As a general rule, scheduling your transportation is

as simple as picking up the phone. However, there are

several things to keep in mind:

Making an appointment for transportation pick-up

must be made 24-hours in advance.

Individuals with working schedules, or school

schedules will be given priority.

Emergency eye doctor appointments are given top

priority.

You should also consider the weather. Sudden or

predicted hazardous weather can delay or even cancel

a scheduled pick-up appointment. Also dress warmly

and in layers. It’s also a good idea to wear gloves and

water-resistant shoes.

Be courteous to your driver. Avoid conversations

that may be a distraction during bad weather.

Try to avoid bringing a large number of items onto

the shuttle bus. Liquids are not allowed.

To schedule your transportation, call 304-522-6991.

Consumers Benefit From “Empty Stocking” Program

“Empty Stocking” Outreach Program

Cabell Wayne Association of the Blind would like to

thank Sydney Polan from Information and Referral of

Huntington, for including our organization in this

wonderful way of reaching out to those in need.

Due to limited space we were allowed to present five

names of blind or visually impaired consumers that

needed help. The response has been terrific! We have

received calls from individuals in Canada, Baltimore,

Texas, Illinois and New York wanting to help.

Not only have we filled these needs, but thanks to

compassionate people of our community and other

local organizations such as The Westmoreland Senior

Center, St. Mary’s Hospitality House, and Alcon

employees, we were able to give to 30 consumers of

Cabell Wayne Association of the Blind.

On behalf of the CWAB® Board, Director, staff of the

Services Division, and consumers, we thank everyone!

May you have a Merry Christmas and a bountiful New

Year!

Rhonda Spears

Office Manager

THERE IS ONE PHOTO WITH THIS ARTICLE. The

picture is of a group of six Cabell-Wayne staff members

standing alongside a Christmas tree. The group os

surrounded in front and to the sides by gift wrapped

packages, and bags filled with items to be delivered.

Those pictured are, from left to right: Paul Slone, Toni

Walls, Rhonda Spears, Linda Worthy, Pam Cabell, and

Jeff Ball. The caption reads, “Cabell-Wayne

Association of the Blind’s participation in this year’s

“Empty Stocking” program benefitted 30 needy

consumers in its agency. Pictured with items

distributed are (left to right), Paul Slone, Toni Walls,

Rhonds Spears, (coordinator), Linda Worthy, Pam

Cabell, and Jeff Ball.”.

LET’S CELEBRATE!

We at Cabell-Wayne like to celebrate milestones - we’ve

done it with birthdays, retirements, and anniversaries.

This March, we’re going to do it again!

The final day of February will mark Media-

Marketing Manager Jerry Crabtree’s 20th anniversary

as a staff member with CWAB®! WOW, twenty years -

that’s a LOT of Guide Pages!

To celebrate the occasion, the Services Division

will honor Jerry with a reception on Friday, March 9th,

from Noon to 2 p.m. There’ll be cake and refreshments.

Anyone wishing to attend, should let us know by

Friday, March 2nd. If you need transportation, you

should let us know at that time. This is going to be

fun!!!

VALENTINE SOCIAL, Friday, February 9th from 6p.m. to

9p.m.. Music, Games, and FUN!

This announcemebt is placed inside a heart-shaped

design made up of dozens of smaller hearts.

“THE ROCK” by Kermit Nance

Continuing this month, the series which began in

September of 2017, former Cabell-Wayne Computer

Instructor Kermit Nance graciously shares three new

chapters from the group of short stories collectively

titled, “The Rock”. Originally written as a favor to his

brother, Jim, “The Rock”, is a gathering of tales of life

centering around a popular landmark near Deering,

Ohio.

Nance retired in 2010, and now enjoys spending time

with his grandchildren, as well as playing harmonica in

church.

Three more chapters this month!

X. Heartbreak ---

Josie and Sarah Lou were not the only Summers kids

who ventured down to the Rock. Their brothers

sometimes fished there. Today, in the spring of 1933, it

was Stella. She sat on the Rock and stared into the

deep pool of water in the creek’s curve, not because

she really wanted to, but because it was just habit to

come here when troubled. And troubled she was!

Yesterday evening, on her birthday, Ronnie Rehner had

proposed marriage! But the proposal had come with a

catch…a huge catch. He had told her that he was

leaving Ohio and moving west, and he wanted her to

go with him. He wasn’t just moving west to Scioto

County or Adams County like some of her relatives had

done. That would have been bad enough in Stella’s

mind, but he was moving all the way across the country

to Washington! Washington! Two thousand miles or so

across the country!

The very thought of moving into a strange country with

no family anywhere near her was just crazy,

overwhelming, and insane to Stella. “I love him, but I

just can’t do that! Why, I’d probably never see Mommy

or Poppy again in my whole life! Or Josie, or any of

them! I just can’t do it!” thought Stella, over and over.

“And he wants to just run off without saying goodbye

to anybody! Get married on the way, and write back

when we get there to tell’em where we are! I just can’t!”

Ronnie had given her until tomorrow to make up her

mind. He said if they just left, then nobody could try to

stop them. If they didn’t find out until after the fact,

there’d be nothing that anybody could do about it!

Stella stared into the deep pool below her. She

imagined that she saw her face in the water’s reflection.

It seemed to beckon to her to enter the water…just get

in and sink under the surface, take a deep breath……

and drown, and get away from such decisions. She felt

herself moving closer to the edge, closer…but just

before falling over she regained enough composure to

move away. Her mind screamed “Run!” and run she

did, up the trail, toward her parents’ home. The tree

limbs rocking in the breeze seemed as if they were

Hell’s very demons trying to get into her mind! Tears

flowed freely as she made her way up the creek trail. “I

can’t do it!” she screamed to no one, as she

contemplated what she was giving up. Ronnie was the

only man she had ever loved, but his request was just

too much for her to comprehend. She’d have to give

him up, give up the happiness, give up the children

they might have, give up everything they’d planned.

“How can he do this to us!” she wailed. “How?”

There was no answer to that question. She tearfully told

him goodbye the next day. She never saw him again.

Three years later, word got back to her through mutual

acquaintances that he had married and was staying in

Washington. After a few wild years, Stella married an

older divorced man. There were no children. To her

dying day, she remembered the decision she had made

at the Rock. She always wished she had given in to the

dark urge, to end her miserable life, to sink forever

under the cool, soothing water and end it all, there in

the big pool beside the Rock..

XI. Escape ---

Ellie Britten was finishing eighth grade on this day.

Ellie Britten was smart. Ellie Britten was a pretty, dark-

complexioned 15-year-old, but she was bearing an even

darker secret burden. Ellie Britten was being abused by

an older brother! It had started about two and a half

years ago. She knew she had to get away, anywhere…

just away…maybe up to Aunt Lydia in Montgomery,

West Virginia! If her dad ever found out, he’d probably

kill her brother... maybe her, too. She couldn’t let that

happen! Ellie Britten was planning to just disappear

this very night! None of her siblings could know. Her

mother could not know. Her best friend could not know.

Neither could her teacher! Nobody!

She’d read in the paper how a thirteen year old black

girl had escaped a bad home life in Huntington, WV.

She’d taken a few belongings and hopped one of the

many freight trains that ran up and down the Ohio

Valley, gone off into the world, and become a famous

blues singer. Ellie wasn’t even sure what “blues”

meant, but the black girl had succeeded. Ellie was

betting that she could, too.

As she sat on the Rock, she recalled all the good times

and fun she’d had here. Tears ran down her cheeks as

she thought of her first crush on a boy, her first stolen

kiss while crouching down behind the Rock so no one

could see them, and just talking to her friends.

But this had to be done, and she had it all figured out.

She’d already sneaked a few essential belongings out

of the house and had hidden them along the dusty road

that ran through her Appalachian hollow just before it

joined with the dirt road that led over the hill into

Possum Hollow and Sheridan and the railroad track

near the river. She’d tell her sister that she wanted to

go on over the hill to see some of the Linn kids instead

of going right home. Then, she’d double back,

make sure she wasn’t seen by anyone, get her small

hidden stash, and be gone. No one would miss her until

late dusk, maybe even dark. And by that time, there

wouldn’t be a trace of her to find! She’d be well on her

way to West Virginia.

She knew, that for some reason, the eastbound trains

that ran through every evening slowed down as they

entered Sheridan and approached South Point. She’d

hide in the woods by the track until it came, then jump

onto the slow-moving train, and no one would ever

know.

Lost in her thoughts, Ellie had forgotten there was an

end-of-school picnic going on around her. She

suddenly became aware of a voice penetrating her

consciousness. “A penny for your thoughts, Ellie!”

Looking up abruptly, she saw her teacher, Miss Wilzen,

standing beside the Rock, not three feet away.

“Oh, Miss Wilzen, I’m sorry…uh…I was just thinking

about…uh…about everything!” Ellie stammered.

“Well, I hope you’ve been thinking about going on to

high school in the fall like I’ve been telling you all

Spring,” Miss Wilzen urged.

It was Miss Wilzen’s first year of teaching, and she had

seemed to take a special interest in Ellie all year long.

In fact, Ellie had grown quite fond of the young teacher

and respected her greatly. She had really helped Ellie

throughout the year.

“Is something bothering you, Ellie? You don’t seem to

be having any fun today! And just why are you wearing

dark colors on a warm spring day? Aren’t you about to

burn up?” Miss Wilzen looked almost suspicious.

“No,” lied Ellie, “nothing’s bothering me…and I like

dark colors! I look good in them!” Her tone became

light and jovial.

“Well, you do wear darks really well,” agreed Miss

Wilzen, smiling. “But try to have some fun on your last

day at Webbtown and the Rock!”

“OK, I will!” replied Ellie, as Miss Wilzen moved away

toward another group of students.

The rest of the day went on as usual with picnic food,

farewell hugs, and last goodbyes for the summer which

for some, unknowingly, would be last goodbyes

forever.

In the afternoon, Ellie’s plan to deceive her sister about

her real intentions worked like clockwork. Making sure

not to be seen by anyone she knew, Ellie gathered her

hidden belongings and headed hurriedly over the hill to

Sheridan. It took over an hour to make her way there. A

few cars passed by, but no one acted like they were

suspicious. She moved past the carryout liquor store

which looked like they were doing their usual good

business, and turned down a dirt street which crossed

the rail tracks very close to the river. She went on to the

line of trees that grew between the river and the tracks

to hide and wait.

As the wait stretched longer than she had imagined,

gnawing fear finally gripped her very soul, and second-

guessing set in with a vengeance. Her breathing

became quick and shallow as she thought about the

finality of what she was about to do.

Finally, she heard the whistle of the approaching train

somewhere downriver towards Coal Grove. It was soon

to be now or never! Hastily, she mentally gauged how

much time she would have to cover the distance from

trees to track. She thought of home, her brother, her

dad…all the reasons she was doing this. She took a

deep breath…and another…and said aloud “It just has

to be this way!” The train was coming ever closer. As

the engine went by, she could tell it was slowing

somewhat, but it seemed faster close up than when

she’d seen it at a farther distance.

As a section of empty cattle cars came lunging out of

the gathering dusk, she made her move. Running

swiftly in the rough gravel, she matched her speed to

the moving train, looked for a place to step and grab,

saw it, leaped, and clung for dear life. She struggled to

keep hold of the strap of her bag of belongings as she

wriggled into the empty train car “Thank God, it’s

empty!” was her only thought before bursting into great

wracking sobs of both relief and regret. A quarter-mile

ahead, the steam engine wailed its lonely whistle into

the gathering blackness of night, sounding like it was

crying, too.

A small campfire on the river’s edge glowed through

the trees and the deepening twilight. Two hoboes

glanced up toward the passing train. “What was that?”

the older asked.

“What was what?” the other answered. “I didn’t see

nuthin’ up there!”

“I thought I saw somethin’ moving beside the train…

like a dark shadow…it seemed like it was there and

then it was gone!” came the answer as they both stared

through the trees.

“You’re seein’ things, Smitty!” the younger chided.

“Yep, reckon so!” agreed Smith, rubbing his aging

eyes.

“I reckon so!”

XII. A Cat’s Last Tale ---

Josie Summers could feel the reddish hair on her arms

standing tall as she listened in near horror to the story

that Dee Wilson was telling her. At church the

week before, he’d revealed that he and his dogs had

been invited out to Rock Camp on Monday night where

foxhunters were complaining about their weekly hunts

being ruined by something attacking their dogs. They

had agreed to meet on Wednesday afternoon at the big

Rock near Webbtown School.

The two dogs, and Dee, too, were well-known

throughout the local communities either for their

fearlessness or maybe their lack of good judgment. The

hunters wanted to know if Dee’s two dogs, a big three-

legged collie named Jack who had chewed his way out

of a muskrat trap, and a powerful–looking mongrel

named Johnny, would take on the brazen beast of

Burns Ridge, the location of their usual camp.

“A couple of ‘em came over to Paw’s to pick up me and

the dogs,” Dee had begun, excitedly. “The dogs didn’t

much like gettin’ in the bed of that old truck, so I got up

there with’em, and then they seemed okay!”

“Well, when we finally got up on that ridge on that old

dirt road, I got’em out and tied them to a bush. Gosh o’

mighty, that’s bad road up there…worse than this’un,”

he gestured toward the road by the Rock, “and even

worse than the one up to your Uncle Jim’s place.

“So what happened up there on Burns Ridge, Dee?”

asked Josie.

“It was the craziest thing, Josie! The fox hounds

wouldn’t even leave the campfire! They were scared to

go! The men said that at first the dogs would find a trail

and start a chase, and then that dang thing would howl

or scream and attack’em! They’d come back to the fire

all scratched and ripped and bleeding! After a couple

times like that, they stopped even goin’ out!”

“I can’t imagine dogs like that gettin’ scared, they look

too big and mean!” Josie said.

“You shoulda heard that thing scream, Josie!”

continued Dee. “I felt goose bumps all over me! It came

within a few hundred feet of us, right down the back

side of that hill! It was the most awful thing I ever

heard! Some of the hounds even got right up on their

owners lap! And some of the men left the fire and got

into whatever they drove up there! And the hair on the

dogs’ back stood straight up! You shoulda seen old

Jack’s hair! Wow! And old Johnny’s woulda stood up,

too, if it was long enough! But he just growled!”

Josie pictured the alarmed collie. He must have looked

near twice as big as he really was. She pictured

Johnny, too, and shivered. She wouldn’t want Johnny

growling at her! He was ugly and looked like one of

those dogs that people have fight each other and make

bets. “Then what?” she asked in a somewhat shaken

voice. She had thought of the fact that cougars were

said to have a hunting range of ten or twelve square

miles, maybe more. She had also realized that would

include where they were sitting.

“Well, Jack and Johnny were straining hard on their

leashes, standing on their hind legs, and growlin’ like

crazy. One of the guys asked me what I was gonna do,

so I said ‘I’m gonna let’em loose’ so I did. They took off

like a shot, down over that hill, and then there was the

goshawfullest fight you ever heard! Barkin’ and snarlin’

and growlin’ like I never heard before and hope never

again! Then, they started runnin’! I guess the dogs were

getting’ the best of that thing! So I started down over

the hill myself! Somebody handed me a .45 pistol as I

started out away from the fire!” Dee stated, staring into

space, as if he was seeing it all again.

“Dee Wilson, you coulda got yourself killed! You

shouldn’t have gone out like that!” scolded Josie.

“Anyhow, it found out that it wasn’t fightin’ just skinny

old fox hounds!” Dee added, proudly. “So, I’m almost

down to the bottom of the hill when I heard the dogs

bark like they do when they get something up a tree!

They made it take a tree!”

“So, I was just about there, I could see the tree in the

moonlight, and I saw a big, long shadow jump from one

tree to another, then it made a leap I couldn’t hardly

believe, nearly twenty-five or thirty feet, and it lit the

ground runnin’ and headed across the valley toward

the rock cliff with the dogs right behind! I couldn’t

really tell what it was, though, in the moonlight! The

men said there were some caves over there! They’d

finally followed me down the hill and caught up to me.”

“And then what?” asked Josie, nearly breathless,

anxious to hear but dreading what that might be.

“We went ‘cross the field to the rocks, and the dogs

had somethin’ holed up!” explained Dee. “They

couldn’t get in, and whatever it was couldn’t get out! It

was a standoff!”

“You mean that thing is still over there?” Josie

exclaimed fearfully, glancing toward the woods around

them.

“No, I don’t think so! Them caves don’t have backdoor

openings, so the men out there say! One of’em knew

somebody that runs a little coal mine out that way, so

he went over there and borrowed some dynamite! He

placed it up above the cave opening! Some of’em kept

throwing rocks into the opening to scare the thing

while I pulled the dogs back to a safe place. The guy

had gotten a long fuse, so he’d already lit it before we

pulled back. We could see the sparkin’ in the dark. So

we had time to get to a safe distance before it blew!

And, my land o’ livin,’ Josie, did it ever blow! Wow!

Knocked down enough rock to fill up two or three

houses!”

“So the thing, far as we know, got sealed up in that hill!

I kinda feel sorry for it, but we just can’t have

something like that roamin’ around the country! Just a

matter of time before somebody’d get killed. I heard

somebody had to hide in the apple house over at

Broces’s the other evening. Somethin’ spooked ‘em

real bad, chased’em I hear…mighta been that thing out

there. And maybe that’s what I heard a while back, right

here on this Rock!”

Cold chills were going up and down Josie’s backbone

as Dee finished the wild-sounding tale of the cat,

whatever species it was. She couldn’t quite get past the

part about the caves not having back doors. What if the

men were wrong? When Dee offered her a ride home on

old George, who had been patiently waiting, she readily

accepted the offer, even though it was broad daylight!

###

Future chapters include:

“Bird-Brain Students”, “Goodbye, My Love”,Gas,

Gas!, Country Accents and others.

The Rock” by Kermit Nance, Copyright(C) 2017, by

Kermit Nance, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, and USED BY 

PERMISSION.

The fourth Wednesday of February, March, and April

will be Bingo days. So ...

February 28th

March 28th

April 25th

Interested? Sign-up NOW!

BOWLING!

Bowling is a popular CWAB® (registered trademark)

activity.

FIRST RULE! You don’t need to know how to bowl to

have fun!

Bowlers meet from 12:30 to 2:30 P.M. on specified

Mondays at the Strike Zone Bowling Center, in

Huntington. To sign up, call the Services Division

office at 304-522-6991.

RECENT HIGH SCORES

WITH BUMPERS: Kim Blake, 83; Mark Robertson, 79

WITHOUT BUMPERS: Harvey Green, 109; Pearl Church,

90

SUPPORT GROUPS

Cabell-Wayne Association of the Blind offers its

consumers a variety of specific interest support

groups.

These groups “hold up”, or “give assistance” to

consumers with similar needs. Whether that need be

for diabetics, for individuals who work and are either

blind or visually impaired, or parents of blind or

visually impaired children, the goal is the same:

discuss problems and situations, and offer possible

solutions or comfort. Groups occasionally make trips

to local areas of interest. Free transportation is

provided.

For more details, call the Services Division at 304-

522-6991.

Here’s the schedule:

Group A, Eddy Adkins, 2nd & 4th Thur., 11a to 1p.

Group B, Paul Slone/Brenda Blake, 1st & 3rd Thur., 10

a.m. to Noon

Group C, Working, Heather McComas, 2nd & 4th

Thur., 5 p.m. to 7 p.m.

Group D, Diabetic, Paul Slone, 1st Tue., 11a to 1p.

Parents, Mary Parsons, 3rd Thursday, 6 p.m. to 8 p.m.

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to suit the vision requirements of its readers - large

print, Braille, audio tape & CD, web text, web audio,

PDF file format, and e-mail - all available at no cost to

anyone who wishes to receive it. It is the e-mail edition

we’ll focus on here.

On average, nearly 700 copies in various formats

are produced each month. The majority are print

editions. Each format requires its own unique

expenditures for publication. The most cost effective

edition to produce is e-mail.

E-mail issues use no ink, paper, packaging, or

postage. Recipients simply open the message on their

computer and read or let their screen reader software

read it for them.

Changing your subscription to an e-mail-only one

will greatly assist in continuing to provide services.

For more information, please call 304-522-6991.

Activities Calendar for 2018

February

9th Valentine Social

19th Closed in observance of President’s Day

March

17th Kiwanis Pancake Breakfast

19th - 20th Making Easter Eggs

24th Teubert Prep Easter Party

30th Closed in observance of Good Friday

April

2nd Moving Rummage

19th Teubert Prep Talent Share

ASSOCIATION MEETING DATES:

ALL CONSUMERS of Cabell-Wayne Association of the

Blind are urged to attend regularly scheduled monthly

association meetings.

These meetings are designed to keep consumers

informed and up-to-date on events and activities of the

Services Division and topics relative to the association

as a whole.

Remember, to have a quorum and to be able to discuss

and vote on association business, a fifty-percent plus

one attendance of voting-eligible members must be

present.

Free transportation to these meetings is provided upon

request with advance notice and scheduling

availability.

Meetings are held the third Tuesday of each month

from 1 to 3 p.m.

For 2018, meeting dates include:

February, 20th, March 20th, and April, 17th.

CWAB® (registered trademark) Services

TRANSPORTATION – Getting around is a major

roadblock to the blind and visually impaired.

Consumers are offered free transportation to work,

doctor’s appointments, shopping, and group activities.

Limited vision no longer means limited transportation.

ORIENTATION & MOBILITY – O&M’s goal is to train

consumers with techniques of safe, efficient travel both

in the home and into the community. Skills are taught

that are vital for independence, confidence and self-

satisfaction. Instruction is built around the goals and

needs of the student.

REHABILITATION – Learning new skills to improve

daily living enhances quality of life for the visually

impaired. Magnifiers and talking devices are available.

Instruction in Braille, cooking, and even simple tasks

like phone dialing can lead to a more independent life.

COMPUTER TRAINING - Training is the key to computer

technology. Utilizing keystrokes and enhancement

software, the student learns to complete a variety of

tasks sighted computer users take for granted. Limited

vision should not limit your technical training.

ADAPTIVE TECHNOLOGY - A CCTV can be used to

magnify books, newspapers, and magazine print to the

size of a regular television screen allowing individuals

the ability to enjoy reading again. Adaptive technology

can bring you back to the world, and the world to you.

RECREATION – Everyone knows the key to success is

the ability to play well with others. CWAB®’s

recreational program offers a variety of activities for

any age consumer. Both indoor and outdoor events are

scheduled on a regular basis.

For more information on services and volunteering, call

34-522-6991.

This is the end of the GUIDE PAGE MAGAZINE web

text edition for February 2018.

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