Some stories deserve to be told. Dawfie's Story, many believe, is one of these. The idea for this book grew from a conversation with my publisher while working on the upcoming release of ray first children's book, "Crowbaby and Dawfie", After sharing some stories about the real characters in the book, Tim encouraged me to consider writing an adult book as a companion to "Crowbaby and Dawfie'". Once the idea was planted, I couldn't let it go. My mind worked overtime, pulling together bits and pieces of memories, until; finally 1 felt this book come to life.
Doris Lucille Cochran was born to Tommie and Ola Cochran on July 29, 1932. Her family, which consisted of her mother, father and two older brothers, lived in southwest Louisiana, very near where the Sabine River marks the state's boundary with Texas.
History reveals just how far we have progressed in assisting handicapped people in helping them to live a productive life. Unfortunately, Dawfie (her pronunciation of Doris) was born too early to benefit from the early diagnosis and intervention so prevalent today.' The diagnosis of autistic and in particular, autistic savant, was not obtained until she was well past fifty years old. Simply put, she lived for sixty years in what many may think of as an unappealing life. Yet those of us fortunate enough to have known her would testify that Dawfie's life, while limited in many ways, was far from unappealing. She lived her life surrounded by the small things she valued, structured by her daily routine, and expressed through her music and drawings.
This, then, is Dawfie's story. Tim planted the seed. I did the watering and the story grew. It is my hope that my readers will reap the harvest.
Doris Lucille Cochran was born to Tommie and Ola Cochran on July 29, 1932. Her family, which consisted of her mother, father and two older brothers, lived in southwest Louisiana, very near where the Sabine River marks the state's boundary with Texas.
History reveals just how far we have progressed in assisting handicapped people in helping them to live a productive life. Unfortunately, Dawfie (her pronunciation of Doris) was born too early to benefit from the early diagnosis and intervention so prevalent today.' The diagnosis of autistic and in particular, autistic savant, was not obtained until she was well past fifty years old. Simply put, she lived for sixty years in what many may think of as an unappealing life. Yet those of us fortunate enough to have known her would testify that Dawfie's life, while limited in many ways, was far from unappealing. She lived her life surrounded by the small things she valued, structured by her daily routine, and expressed through her music and drawings.
This, then, is Dawfie's story. Tim planted the seed. I did the watering and the story grew. It is my hope that my readers will reap the harvest.