Carver Cathedral
Carver was born in Clatskanie, Oregon, a mill town on the Columbia River, and grew up in Yakima, Washington. His father, a skilled sawmill worker from Arkansas,
was a fisherman and a heavy drinker. Carver's mother worked on and off
as a waitress and a retail clerk. His one brother, James Franklin
Carver, was born in 1943. This blind man, an old friend of my
wife’s, he was on his way to spend the night. His wife had died. So he
was visiting the dead wife’s relatives in Connecticut. He called my wife
from his in-law’s. Arrangements were made. He would come by train, a
five-hour trip, and my wife would meet him at the station. She hadn’t
seen him since she worked for him one summer in Seattle ten years ago.
But she and the blind man had kept in touch. They made tapes and mailed
them back and forth. I wasn’t enthusiastic about his visit. He was no
one I knew. And his being blind bothered me. My idea of blindness came
from the movies. In the movies, the blind moved slowly and never
laughed. Sometimes they were led by seeing-eye dogs. A blind man in my
house was not something I looked forward to.
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