Chuck1052 wrote:Randy, I had a hearing aid for one or two years as a small child. My hearing aid was in a sheath made of cloth, which I wore like a necklace. At the time, I had a habit of losing things, the components of the hearing aid being no exception. I remember that the principal of my school searched the grounds for one of the components. Believe me, my first grade teacher let me know about it.
Due to my hearing problem, I had trouble learning how to talk and got off to a bad start in school. My first grade teacher wasn't sure that I make it through her class successfully. I really wasn't reading a lot on my own until I was in the fourth grade. While going on to get a B.A. in history at U.C. Santa Barbara and never being held back a grade, I never was that good of a student, most of it due to a lack of dedication and discipline on my part, not my bad start.
- Chuck Johnston
Chuck, I lost my first hearing aid. It was1961 or 1962. My father paid $600.00 for it. Back then that was a lot of money. My father was an upholsterer. He made good money but we weren't rich by any stretch of the imagination. They believed I lost it on purpose. My father was pissed but he immediately bought another one.
I used to take my lunch in a brown paper bag. I had the habit of taking my hearing aid off during lunch and putting it inside the little box it came in and then I would put the box inside the lunch bag.
One day one during lunch after I had eaten and was in the school yard playing, a teacher walked up to me and asked "Randy, where is your hearing aid?" I panicked, I mean I really panicked. In that instant I saw my father and I was struck with fear. I realized that I left it in the lunch bag and I threw the bag in the trash. I ran back to the lunch tables. The teacher called for me but in my panic I ignored her. She yelled at some boys to stop me but I ran right through them. I was driven by fear. I was going through the trash cans, and hyperventilating while I was searching. The teacher comes up to me and realizing I was in a panic looked me in the eye and said "Randy, Randy, it's okay, the janitor found it" I'm sorry, I should have said that right away!" I was still gasping for air an hour later.