We moved when I was nine. David says 1964. I recall Miss Hart and the teacher she replaced, the buoyant and kind blonde Mrs Jacobs. We were in the same homeroom second and third grades, Fall 1962-Spring 64. It wasn’t fifth grade, Mrs. Bryant and the corner classroom where I hit Lisa Loeb with the ball and was elected class president after. I think she was doing something annoying loudly. She used to irk me. I was sad later about it. stabbed her hand with a pencil after telling her to stop kicking my chair.
I had my eyes check that year. Our move to 125e72 apt13D brought us to the upper east from the upper west sides. There was a marvelous ophthalmologist in the building just down the elevator, Dr. Robert S. Coles. Not the psychologist, he assessed my wavering vision as lazy eye. I’d see two lines in a book one above the other, particularly Johnny Tremain, I just couldn’t get into it and let my eyes wader. It was worsened I felt then by the skiing accident where the big girl on the rope tow ahead of me fell and I stupidly, cavalierly, held out her my hand to pick her up, though there was another bigger girl behind me willing to help. She was clumsy or I didn’t have enough counterweight, her ski crashed into my left eye slow motion, glancing off my eyebrow. I couldn’t continue skiing and was ferried down to first aid and I’d never gone down the slope once. Nightingale classmates skied Gstaad and Colorado and I wanted to at least go down a single slope.
So I was diagnosed with lazy eye which doctors would now have called convergence insufficiency. He gave me endless practice, tests and exercises to do at home learned to focus and to control my right eye as it wander. So not true lazy eye. Linda had been treated with patches. Maybe Bea too.
My vision consists of merging the left and right images.