This is a charming autobiography. Louise Baker lost her right leg above the knee as a result of a road accident; she was on her very first bike ride. She grew up in a small town in America and could hardly have had more idyllic childhood, coming to terms with her impairment and disability in a supportive and caring community.
The story of her life includes her college educa
This is a charming autobiography. Louise Baker lost her right leg above the knee as a result of a road accident; she was on her very first bike ride. She grew up in a small town in America and could hardly have had more idyllic childhood, coming to terms with her impairment and disability in a supportive and caring community.
The story of her life includes her college education, two marriages, a trip to Paris, frequent contacts with devotees, never classified as such, but treated as individuals, and all described with humour and charity. I am not sure that she could have been so quite so unaware of the turmoil that she seems to have provoked, or about the motivations of the devotees she encountered, because to my cynical eyes, some of the text appears to be incredibly ingenuous, but the the book is a cheerful description of a life altered, but not blighted by the loss of a leg.
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Library Binding
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213 pages
Published
January 28th 1946
by Reprint Services Corp
(first published January 1946)
This book is a memoir that my great aunt, Louise Baker, was commissioned by the government to write as inspiration for returning WWII vets who had lost limbs in the war. Louise was riding her bike as a child when she was hit by a streetcar. She lived the rest of her life on crutches, of which she had many, painted in different colors. She rode horses and played tennis, traveled the world, established a significant America art collection that she donated to a museum in Nebraska in memory of one o
This book is a memoir that my great aunt, Louise Baker, was commissioned by the government to write as inspiration for returning WWII vets who had lost limbs in the war. Louise was riding her bike as a child when she was hit by a streetcar. She lived the rest of her life on crutches, of which she had many, painted in different colors. She rode horses and played tennis, traveled the world, established a significant America art collection that she donated to a museum in Nebraska in memory of one of her late husbands. The book stands up over time, and whenever I read it, it reminds me how much I miss her.
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What a delightful little gem. Louise Baker lost her leg when she was 8, in 1917. She writes about her life as a uniped (her favorite term for herself) with humor and a wry voice. I loved getting a look at life in the 20s and 30s through her eyes, and I wish I could find more information about her.