by Loren Melick
for The Times Union
One of the most remarkable
persons I know is Dr. Lee H. Pattison, a former resident
of Warsaw and for the past many years a resident of South Bend.
[Photo below]
Despite a heart-breaking disability befalling him in early life,
he has never lost faith in himself or humanity. He has stuck doggedly
to his determination to become a useful and successful citizen,
and overcoming all adversities and disappointments, has accomplished
this goal.
Lee, or "Bud" as he is more familiar known by his friends,
was born June 6, 1888, at 119 East Fort Wayne street, Warsaw,
in the first house east of the present Ray McArthur residence
and blacksmith shop. He is one of a family of four boys and five
girls born to Mr. and Mrs. Ed A. and Julia Pattison. Ed, the father,
was employed in the Cisney grocery store as a clerk. This door
was located at 112 East Market street in the room now occupied
by the Local Finance Corporation. Mr. Pattison also owned and
operated a restaurant, 1893 to 1900, on East Center Street in
a room located where the Favorite Cafe now is. Ed Pattison died
in March 1932 and is buried in Oakwood Cemetery, Warsaw.
Julia Pattison, Bud's mother, lived to the advanced age of 90
years before passing on in 1957 and is buried alongside her husband
in the family plot in Oakwood. Her was the sustaining and encouraging
influence that advise and directed her physically-handicapped
and often discouraged son to greater efforts during his childhood
days and in later life. Without her influence and guidance, Bud
probably could never have become the successful and respected
citizen that he is today.
Story of Accident
On May 28, 1896, the date upon which the terrible accident which
was to eventually lead to the complete blindness of our subject
occurred, the Pattison's were living in a house located on the
southwest corner of Washington and Porter streets. This house
is now owned and occupied by Mr. and Mrs. Nick Schmitt. According
to my friend, this was the second site of the Frist Baptist church
in Warsaw, a church his uncle S. B. Clark helped organize in 1853.
On this date, May 28, 1896, eight-year-old Bud, who was just completing
his second year term in grade school, and two of his young chums,
Fred Trish and Flint Bash, were playing in a vacant lot east of
the Trish Wagon works located on the north side of East Center
street about one-half block west of the northwest corner of Center
and Washington streets.
One of the boys had brought his baseball bat to the lot, however
because none of the boys had a ball, they conceived the idea of
substituting tin cans and glass bottles which were lying around
on the ground for their game of "one hole cat." Childlike,
these youngsters were unaware of the dire consequences involved
in so dangerous a game, but they did realize a certain degree
of danger from which they attempted to protect themselves.
Some Protection
Flint Bash, the catcher, had a wooden box behind which he could
dodge when the batter swung at the can or bottle. Fred Trish,
the pitcher, was likewise guarded by a like-box behind which he
could dodge the cans or bottle fragments.
The batter, Bud, had no protection nor did any of the boys realize
his need for such.
Fred had just pitched a bottle which Bud had struck and pulverized
with the bat. Bud turned his back on Fred and was commenting with
Flint on how hard he had hit the bottle when he heard Fred call
out, "Look out Bud, here comes another."
Turning his head towards the pitcher again, Bud was struck instantly
by the jagged portion of a broken bottle which struck him in the
left eye. It happened so fast that he did not have time to swing
with the bat or to try to dodge the object.
Runs Home for Aid
Blinded by the shattered bottle, blood running down his face,
Bud ran frantically the three blocks north to his home for aid.
Dr. I. D. Webber was called. He dressed the wound, but could do
nothing to save the sight of the eye. From that date on, the sight
in his other eye became impaired and Bud knew that he soon was
to become totally blind.
On July 3, 1896, about five weeks after his accident, Bud attended
a dog and pony show which was set up on the grounds where the
Junior high school is now located. This was Bud's last look at
the outside world. His vision failed him completely that night
on his return home. It also ended his school life, as well as
ruining his chances of ever enjoying a normal child life, and
greatly incapacitated him in his adult life in his search for
security and success.
The news that Bud was incurably blind came as a great shock, not
only to Bud and his family, but to his friends and fellow citizens.
Everyone who knew and loved the plucky little fellow did their
utmost to help him readjust to his condition and made every effort
to make his life more enjoyable.
Receives Goat
Dan Netter, local well-known livestock dealer, presented him with
a 100-pound, black and white goat. The goat had been a present
from Dan to his boys, Norman and Roy, and had been trained to
drive to a cart or to ride. The boys insisted that Bud should
have him.
John Trish, wagon manufacturer and father of Fred Trish, made
a wagon and gave it to the boy. 'Speckie' Ettinger, local harness
maker, made a set of harness for him and Frank Nye, local blacksmith
made the bit for the goat bridle. Bud still has the bit which
he prizes highly.
Hauls Drinking Water
During the summer months, Bud built up quite a profitable business
hauling bottles of drinking water in his goat drawn wagon. The
water was obtained from the old flowing "mineral well"
on South Indiana street near Prairie street. Bud's customers were
from all parts of town but the majority of them were from the
different business houses who paid him five cents a jug for the
fresh water. He averaged about 20 jugs a day, so he was doing
all right under the circumstances.
Bud kept Billy for several years after he quit the water hauling
business and when the goat died, following an attack of pneumonia,
Bud took him to a taxidermist who preserved him. Today he is one
of Bud's most prized possessions.
In 1898 Bud went to Indianapolis and attended the School for the
Blind. He wanted to learn piano tuning but in 1903 he finished
school as a broom maker. Upon inquiry as to why he came back a
broom maker instead of a piano tuner, he gave me a hearty laugh
and said he guessed that it was because he was blind and could
not find the piano tuning class and wandered into the broom making
class by mistake. He said that he graduated from broom making
before he was aware of his mistake.
Delivers Meat on Pony
About 1903 Bud bought and trained a strawberry roan riding pony
which he called "Lottie." He rode this pony all around
the city, delivering meat for Gus Carteaux's meat market which
was in the south room of what is now Carter's Department store.
Later this market moved to the room that the Ringle store now
occupies. From there it was moved to the present location of the
old Elks' building and finally to the first room west of the Warsaw
Printing company, across the street south of the old Bash property
where the postoffice now stands. It was at this time that I first
became acquainted with Bud (we moved here from Fort Wayne in the
summer of 1904) when he delivered meat at my home on Washington
street, just north of the new high school building.
I can see him now as he would come down the unpaved street, galloping
his pony like a wild Commanche Indian, and come to a sliding stop
in a cloud of dust as he turned into our alley to deliver the
package of meat mother had ordered from the market. How I used
to envy him his pony, but would always be thankful that I was
not incapacitated as he was.
Besides delivering meat for the market, he would often drive a
delivery wagon and distribute ice cream for Len Rarick who ran
an ice cream manufacturing plant on the southwest side of Center
lake. Many a trip he made all alone to Hoffman Lake, west of Atwood,
and delivered pop and ice cream to Morris Miller who operated
a boat landing and a picnic grove on the west side of the lake.
In making these trips he would have to ford the Tippecanoe river
west of Warsaw as there was no bridge there at that time. Everyone
in Warsaw expected him to drown in the river on one of these trips,
especially during high water times.
Worked at Night
Bud also worked as night man at the Polk livery barn and and at
times had as high as 53 head of horses to feed, groom and care
for. This barn was located at the corner of Lake Street and Winona
Avenue (South Street then) and part of the building is still being
used by Harry Rapp's auto body shop. George W. Polk, father of
Norman Polk, Warsaw, was the owner and operator of this livery
Many an impromptu rodeo was held there at the barn after Mr. Polk
went home for the evening. All the young "bronc busters"
in the community would assemble there for a sneak ride on horseback,
a race or other equine contests. Bud was the biggest "toad
in the puddle" during these events and would ride the worst
of the horses with the best of the riders.
In 1908 the Pattison family moved to Goshen where Mr. Pattison
had obtained employment. Bud rode the strawberry roan horse to
his new home. A year later the family moved back to Warsaw to
stay another year and Bud was busy renewing friendships and familiarizing
himself on the changes in the city that had occurred during his
absence.
Leave Warsaw
The following year, 1910, the Pattison's bade their final farewells
to Warsaw and moved to South Bend. Warsaw friends who had watched
Bud grow from childhood into manhood were greatly concerned as
to his personal safety in so large a city. Here he would encounter
more difficulties such as streetcars, increased city traffic and
numerous other dangers not to be found in a smaller community.
Bud, however did not let these possibilities scare him and within
a comparatively short time he was getting around the large city
almost as well as he did in Warsaw.
In 1912 and 1913 he had a traveling job representing the new soda
drink, Coca-Cola. Warsaw and Kosciusko County was included in
the district he covered and it is reasonable to assume that he
was the first person to introduce this product in the county.
He sold many local stores and restaurants and says that of all
his former customers, only one is still alive. This is Wilbur
"Doc" Gill, of Warsaw, who owned and operated a restaurant
at Claypool during this time. Bud admits that his strongest competition
in the soft-drink field was Moxie and Grape-ade.
Tunes Pianos
In 1914, Bud quit his job with the soft drink distributing company.
And worked for sometime tuning pianos for the Elbel store in South
Bend. But still feeling the urge to better himself, he enrolled
in the Ross School of Chiropractic, at Grand Rapids, Mich. he
completed the course in 1920 and was graduated as a doctor of
Chiropractic.
Besides the jobs already listed Bud has worked as a salesman traveling
for the Morris Tea and Coffee company; sold brooms for over 40
years for the Board for Industrial Aid of the Blind, at Indianapolis;
reorganized the Axial Development company, the largest coal mine
in Moffett county, Colorado, and now known as the Pattison Coal
company. (He owns the controlling stock in this enterprise.) He
has also reorganized the Indiana Mutual Life Insurance Company,
of Elkhart, and is one of the promoters of Winona Beach.
Bud has never used a cane or a seeing eye dog to guide him around
the country. He is of the personal opinion that these methods
are needless and are only an added worry because as he says: "If
I misplace my cane I can't see to find it and if I have a dog
to care for I can't tell if he is friendly and wagging his tail
or if he is angered and ruffling up his feathers at me."
Bud has a very keen sense of direction and informs me that he
has never become lost. He is acutely aware of changes in direction
while riding in a car as well as when he is walking.
Another phenomenon is his ability to judge distance and proximity.
Some inner sense seems to warn him of the closeness of an object
and warns him to stop or turn before colliding with an object
or person. Many times I have noticed Bud walk up to some obstacle
such as a light pole, baby buggy or other such object, stop a
second then turn out to avoid it. It has always amazed me how
he can do that.
"Can We Blind See?"
When questioned as to his explanation for this extraordinary ability,
he presented me with an original poem he had written some time
previously, entitled, "Can We Blind See?"
Do you think that the blind are deprived of all sight?
If so then you don't know and I'll put you right,
Not to the optics alone is vision allowed
For Nature has the brain with many gifts endowed.
Many and varied are the methods we find
To convey the impression of sight to the mind,
By touch we distinguish the objects around
And to the mind comes myriads of sights made by sound.
The tast and smell in unstained measure
Aids the mind's eye with the acme of pleasure,
The sense of smell ofttimes leads the footsteps aright
When seeking the way without mortal sights.
Yes you are right it is tough to be blind
But as happiness is a state of mind
We jolly along with a song, joke and smile
And brighten the old world once in awhile.
'Tis better to be blind and look at things right
Than to see the wrong with perfect sight,
The eye of the mind scans the soul of a thing
While optic illusions leave only a sting.
Married Here
In 1936 he was married to Miss Agnes Shaffer, daughter of John
J. and Nora Shaffer, of Warsaw. They were married in the Warsaw
Methodist church by Rev. Dougherty, pastor. Mrs. Pattison is a
sister of Alice Shaffer, 701 South Union street, at whose home
they make their headquarters while visiting in Warsaw.
Dr. Pattison and his wife own and reside in a nine-room house
at 410 East Monroe street, South Bend, and he practices his profession
in an adjoining seven room house which they own at 412 East Monroe
street. The house in which they reside is one of the first houses
that the Pattisons lived in upon their arrival in South Bend.
Dr. Pattison comes practically every weekend to Warsaw where he
receives several patients for chiropractic adjustments and where
he and his wife meet and visit their many friends. Although Bud
has lived the greater part of his life away from Warsaw, the old-timers
hae never given him up as a Warsawan and still proudly claim him
and his wife as fellow townsmen.
Warsaw Times-Union Monday October
6, 1958
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