BEGINNINGS AND BLUEPRINTS

BEGINNINGS AND BLUEPRINTS

In 1996, the book and Dr. Jernigan’s article in it were entitled, Beginnings
and Blueprints. Dr. Jernigan remodeled buildings throughout his long career. How does
a blind person do this? It is easy when the techniques are known. This is what he said:

BEGINNINGS AND BLUEPRINTS
by Kenneth Jernigan
When does a beginning turn into a blueprint? I don’t know, but of
one thing I am certain. Blueprints have played an important part in my life. And not just
in the work I have done managing and remodeling buildings but also in the disappointments
and opportunities that have shaped my being and made me what I am.
As readers of the Kernel Books know, I have been blind since birth. I
grew up on a farm in Tennessee in the late twenties and early thirties, and as might be
imagined, jobs and money were much on the minds of my parents and their neighbors. Such
things were on my mind too, but not from the perspective of my elders. I knew that there
was a depression, of course, and that things were bad. But that wasn’t what mainly
concerned me.
From my earliest hazy memories, I recall wondering what would happen to
me when I grew up. My blindness didn’t bother me (I took it for granted-just as I did
that I was a boy and not a girl), but I didn’t ignore it. It was there. It was part
of me. My mother and dad didn’t believe I would have very many options. They
didn’t say so, but I could tell how they felt.
They had seen a blind person preaching once, so they thought I might do
that. They also thought I might be able to play some kind of musical instrument. In fact,
they went so far as to buy me a second-hand piano somewhere along the way; and early on,
my Aunt Ethel (she was my dad’s sister) gave me a violin that had belonged to her
husband’s brother Scott.
But all of this was to come to nothing. For although I was required to
memorize a great many chapters from the Bible when I went to the Tennessee School for the
Blind, and although some of the speeches of my adult years have been likened (sometimes
happily and sometimes not) to sermons, preaching was not for me. Nor was music.
Soon after I entered the Tennessee School for the Blind in Nashville in
January of 1933, I was enrolled in the violin class. After all, I had a violin of my own.
Simultaneously (or soon thereafter) I joined the school band, vainly moving from horn to
horn in a futile attempt to find my niche. But for me, trying to learn the notes was like
memorizing a string of telephone numbers. I couldn’t play the simplest melody, and I still can’t today. I continued band and violin
for five years, being thoroughly bored with both.
I ultimately quit band to take what was called manual arts, which in
reality was a high-toned name for chair caning and broom making; and I quit violin to take
piano, an even greater disaster since I spent the bulk of my practice time disassembling
the piano and engaging in similar mischief. Occasionally I tried sleeping, but the bench
was too short. In brief, neither music nor preaching fit the blueprint.
In previous Kernel Books I have talked about my activities in high
school and college, my building and selling of furniture, and my work as an insurance
salesman; so I will not deal with those things here. Suffice it to say that (although
furniture and insurance were rewarding, both financially and otherwise) they did not suit
the ultimate blueprint of my life. Nor did real estate, which I considered for a
while-going so far as to get a broker’s license once. No, it was not to be music or
preaching or furniture or insurance or real estate even though I made beginnings in some
of them.
After college, I did a stint of high school teaching for a few years,
and then I had my first formal acquaintance with blueprints. It happened like this.
There was an opening for the superintendency of the Kentucky School for
the Blind, and I applied. Happy Chandler (former baseball commissioner and erstwhile
senator) was governor of Kentucky at the time, and I had his support; so it seemed likely
that I would get the job.
But a snag developed. When I talked with the hiring officer (I think he
was called Superintendent of Education or some such), all went well until we came to the
question of working with architects. Some 300,000 dollars’ worth of remodeling was to
be done at the school, and the hiring officer wanted to know how I as a blind person would
read blueprints.
I told him I had never thought about the matter but that I was sure it
wouldn’t be a problem. That wasn’t good enough, and I didn’t get the job-a
fact that is laughable in light of my later experience.
When I became director of state programs for the blind in Iowa in the
late 1950’s, we bought an old YMCA building (it was seven stories tall) and made it
into a training center and headquarters. As the years went by, we did many millions of
dollars of remodeling, and I directed it all.
As to the matter of blueprints, it was amazingly simple. The architects
and I sat down one morning for a couple of hours and worked it out. The architects did
their normal measuring and drafting, and then produced their regular blueprints. All that
was necessary for me to read them was for the architects to trace each line with a narrow
piece of plastic tape.
Most people think of blueprints as mysterious and complex, but they
aren’t. A series of parallel lines close together indicates stairs, and a line drawn
at an angle in a doorway shows which way the door is to swing. Narrow lines represent
windows, and wider lines represent walls, with squares or rounds appropriately placed
marking columns. All of this can be done with tape of proper width, and it can be done in
a very short time. The resulting blueprint is completely accurate and easily useable by
both the sighted and the blind.
Yet, in the attempted beginning in Kentucky a few years earlier my lack
of experience cost me the job. Maybe that is the way it always is. If beginnings and
blueprints don’t go hand in hand, there isn’t much chance of success.
When I came to Baltimore in 1978 to establish the headquarters of the
National Federation of the Blind, we got a complex of old factory buildings and began the
process of remodeling. By now, working with blueprints was routine, as easy for the blind
as the sighted. I could in a few minutes teach any architect how to prepare blueprints for
me, and as the Baltimore years have gone by, I have done it repeatedly. The National
Center for the Blind is visible proof of how it works. The buildings are the envy of all
who see them, attractive and well-proportioned.
So far, I have said almost nothing about the National Federation of the
Blind, but in a very real sense it is key to everything-the beginnings, the blueprints,
the career, the full life, and all of the rest. I first became acquainted with the
Federation in the late 1940’s, and it gave me a whole new perspective about blindness
and what I could hope to be and do.
It was not just an organization for the blind. It was the blind,
speaking, thinking, and doing for themselves -helping and encouraging each other,
exchanging ideas, and working to bring new insights to the public.
With its more than 50,000 members throughout the country, the National
Federation of the Blind has, in my opinion, been the biggest single factor in improving
the quality of life for blind people in the United States in the twentieth century.
Most of the work of the Federation is done by volunteers, by those of
us who are blind and by our sighted friends. On a daily basis we do our work with new
beginnings and expanding blueprints, and the encouraging thing is that we who are blind
are no longer doing it alone. An increasing number of sighted friends and associates are
helping us change what it means to be blind. In the circumstances how can we do other than
to look forward to the future with hope and confidence?

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