Necessity is the Mother of Invention

There is an old adage , ‘Necessity is the mother of invention.’ I believe that  there is a lot of truth to this saying which we have seen  throughout  history, right up to modern day.  Luckily, with necessity  comes creativity and with creativity comes problem-solving.

Think of how our forefathers  used  things available to them  in amazing ways to create something needed at the time.  Nature was often  their resource for making such things as tea ,medicines for various ailments etc. I remember my grandmother  using reeds to weave into baskets.

Today, because of COVID 19, once again we are  finding ways  to use our ingenuity and imagination in creative ways. Businesses refitting  their shops  to make hand sanitizers, face shields etc.  We are also learning new ways to communicate in an environment of social distancing.

Similarly, during the polio epidemic, people found ways to help others. During a hospital stay, while recuperating from polio, Eleanor Abbott, a teacher, realized that  the children who were there  for therapy were bored, as she probably was as well.  So to the  delight of the children, she created a game called Candyland.  The game  became a huge success and a manufacturing company bought it from Eleanor  and  then  sold  it in stores. Mothers, were thrilled as they used it to help keep their children  occupied indoors.

An iron lung was built out of wood in the basement of Toronto Sick Children’s Hospital  when a young child was going to die, as there were no more available at the time. Shipbuilders in the area donated wood and anything else that might be useful. This invention, crude as it might have been, saved that child’s life. As a result more were built to have available in case this situation happened again.

It is difficult going through hard times, especially when we lose someone  we love. Despite the sad things, has there been anything good come out of COVID19?

Google to watch and listen to the poem on YouTube by Riya Sokol entitled-Thank You Coronavirus to appreciate  the positives of sometimes having to endure the tough things in life.

One of the Lucky Ones:

I believe that we all have a story to tell.  You might think your story is ordinary, but others might find it fascinating, not boring at all. I am a storyteller and love to hear the stories of other people. One question  often asked authors is, ‘Why did you write your story? How did it actually come about?’ It just so happens, that  I am now finding out that people are wondering  these very things about my  story Grounded.

I have been writing short stories for a long time , but my Grounded novel was birthed  on a particular night while attending a  writing class years ago led by Cathy Stinson at KPL. Cathy would  start her class each week with a simple exercise to get us warmed up. She would write a word  or phrase on the blackboard, for instance the word blue or the phrase, I never thought that I would… She would then instruct us to  start writing. We had about fifteen minutes to write a paragraph which might be the beginning of a story. Sometimes she brought an object. One evening she brought in an old, brown, worn, crushed baby shoe. The kind infants used to wear when they were learning to walk. It was fascinating the different ideas  that came forth.  It made me  think of war and families fleeing danger.  One evening the phrase we were to write about was ‘an event that changed my life’.  Without  even thinking, my pen took over and I found myself writing  about my incident with polio. Although  it was years later that the idea actually came to be the basis of my novel, Grounded, that evening was the night the seed was planted deep in the recesses of my mind.

It’s interesting how one can suppress painful memories, but when they are dredged up again, it is surprising the strength of the  emotion behind them. Years later as I was writing  my story, I realized that a tear was running down my cheek. It took me by surprise. In retrospect, I think the tear  was for others as much as for myself. After all  I was one of the lucky ones. My legs came back to life, whereas many others were marked for life, many even losing their life.

There are many in this generation who have never heard of polio. Some older people might have a vague recollection of a kid in school having a disability of some sort from having had polio. But, although part of our history, young people are not familiar with it as  they have not had anything in the past to relate it to. Enter the  COVID-19 pandemic.  Unfortunately, now we do!