Brewer Chronocles - Uncle Raymond



 
 
Born in May 1936 on Walnut Ridge, My uncle, Raymond Brewer, entered the world with a surprise – he was paralyzed from the waist down. Various reasons have been given, but the general consensus is that his spine snapped during a breech birth. None of that seemed to matter to Raymond. He wore braces and walked on crutches his whole life. No one ever bothered to tell him that he may be handicapped. He would deny it if they did.
At a young age, he rode his pony with style. Getting on it was a site to behold, but Raymond never asked for help (for that or anything else). He was a regular on the back of the log truck for the Medora free shows.
At twelve, he was driving a 1934 Ford truck. He would put his crutches in the back, and drag himself into the seat. The orchestration of crutches, hands, and mouth to get it started (take it out of gear, one crutch on the brake, other on the starter, advance the spark, pull out the throttle, other crutch on the floor starter), put it in gear (move left crutch to clutch, right crutch bouncing between the brake and accelerator), and then go (ease out the clutch with the left crutch, deftly move the right crutch to the accelerator), and go (grasp the ‘spinner’ on the steering wheel with his left hand, time the clutch with changing gears with his right hand). He made it seem effortless.
He had a steady hand. He spent years as a watch repairman (many of them at Bellows Jewelry on South Main). He later became a navigation gyro repairman at the Crane Naval Center where we got many awards.
Nothing stopped Raymond. He was an avid deer and elk hunter (with the help of an ATV) in many states. He also changed the asphalt shingles on a house by himself (including carrying them UP A LADDER).
If anything defined Raymond, it was music. It was hard to tell where Raymond ended and the steel guitar began. He always brought an additional dimension to every bluegrass song. He played his music like he lived his life – with clarity and passion. He set a great example for us all.

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