tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220410.post241868273897308831..comments2024-02-27T12:03:02.477-05:00Comments on Ruth Harrigan Artist: To all you mothers, in every sense of the wordRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170658770134559035noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220410.post-4630254995550347222010-05-12T08:00:35.651-04:002010-05-12T08:00:35.651-04:00you rock Ruth !you rock Ruth !Greg (Accessible Hunter)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14284270514731142757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220410.post-44662263677743604102010-05-11T16:15:12.614-04:002010-05-11T16:15:12.614-04:00I'm glad you spoke up. And good for you for s...I'm glad you spoke up. And good for you for speaking up. I certainly wouldn't have wanted to watch my own daughter sit there and take it.FridaWriteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03321658097813377806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220410.post-40400522353345501902010-05-10T16:07:44.002-04:002010-05-10T16:07:44.002-04:00This makes me so angry--and I am so glad for your ...This makes me so angry--and I am so glad for your advocacy (and energized by it, feel like I need to go bust down some barriers!)<br /><br />Yay you taking care of the mothers--in every sense of the word!Terrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14802459265546733391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220410.post-90307432532495584162010-05-10T15:09:42.685-04:002010-05-10T15:09:42.685-04:00I am pleased to report that I had the opposite exp...I am pleased to report that I had the opposite experience at a restaurant this Mother's Day.<br /><br />I'd had a bad experience at this restaurant about 10 years ago, also on Mother's Day. I'd called ahead to see if it was wheelchair accessible, was told yes, then arrived to find six steps to get in. "It's ok, we'll carry you in!" promised a manager. "Oh no, you won't!" I answered, and explained just how heavy and delicate motorized wheelchairs are. They managed to rearrange things and get a plank so I could enter through the kitchen (upon which I loudly announced that at least the kitchen was clean). Then, even after that very public negotiation, the waitress asked my mother what I'd like to eat. "Please tell the waitress I'd like the duck with Jack Daniels sauce..."<br /><br />This Mother's Day, however, went much more smoothly. The restaurant had a newly-built wheelchair ramp, and I noticed I wasn't the only customer with mobility impairments; indeed, there was a good turn out. (I guess the restaurant figured out that elderly ladies with walkers make up a significant part of the population being honored on Mother's Day?) The waitress needed no prompting to talk directly to me, and even propped up the open dessert menu for me after noticing that was how I handled reading the dinner menu. Much better.<br /><br />Of course, it's entirely possible someone in my party called ahead to warn them about me. But I like to think conditions are slowly improving, one restaurant at a time. It's only through going to restaurants and educating the staff that progress will be made.Disabled NYChttp://www.disablednyc.com/noreply@blogger.com