Speaking Clock For The Blind

I work in a nursing home and one of the residents aged 101 has had a speaking clock for over 30 years (she is completely blind). It has now packed up completely and she is very distressed about it. I am trying to find out where I can get another one, but all my trips to the shops, internet etc have been unsuccessful. She needs either a speaking clock with a button that she can press at any time to find out what the time is, or a speaking watch that does the same thing. Can anyone help please?

There has to be one somewhere out there, im stunned you havent found one on the net

here one google seach later

http://www.betterlifehealthcare.com/prod ucts.php?catID=46&subID=390&gcli d=CNHIvfXSxo4CFQQdEgodzxvNwQ

2007-09-15 16:41:57 by jenkin1950

speaks the current time and temperature. ... iTalk "Talking alarm clock" "vision impaired" seniors elderly "alarm clock ...

I live in miami where can I find it?

ebay.com

or

http://www.braillebookstore.com/view.php ?T=Spanish+Talking+Clock

2008-03-26 05:17:44 by Dario

Has 4 alarm settings for morning, lunch, dinner, and bedtime
Remind the user when to take their pills up to 4 times daily
Features a friendly female voice that can be programmed with a pleasant message, such as good morning

Here a phone that has a talking clock:
http://www.drleonards.com and search for "clock", the talking phone should be at the near bottom of the list.

and here is another:
http://www.allegromedical.com/home/morei nfo.asp?P=213517&S=4124&C=519&am p;M=15956&ovchn=YAH&ovcpn=Daily% 20Living%20Aids&ovcrn=Reizen%20Big%2 0LCD%20Talking%20Clock&ovtac=CMP

2006-05-29 09:09:46 by JL

Price: $12.95 $12.95

Large easy to find talk button
10 minute snooze button
Blue backlight

It took me 20 mins tops to write this so I know it's not perfect.


6 O'clock:


6.00 a.m. in the morning,
Stubborn to get out of bed.
Today’s the first day of school,
But I feel so dead.

Mother is yelling at me,
To get up, get clean, get dressed.
Obediently, I got up, head dizzy,
Feeling more and more depressed.

“Mother I don’t feel well.”
Slowly and quietly, I mumbled.
Holding my head to make it stop spinning,
Down the stairs, I stumbled.

“Don’t be ridiculous,
You look okay!
Don’t give me these excuses,
You’re going to school today!”

She spoke with such force,
That I instantly obeyed.
But slowly, slowly,
My vision starts to fade.

I stepped out the door,
The sun shining so bright.
Warming my cold, pale skin,
But blinding my sight.

I tried to cross the road,
But was hit by a car, unaware.
Everything went black,
But blood and cries were in the air.

6.00 p.m. in the evening,
Unable to get out of bed.
Today’s my last day of school,
‘Cause I’m paralyzed down from my head.
I know it's really long so I thank you if you've read it all.

It's really a random inspiration that popped in my head. There's no hidden meaning to it, really.

Hope you all liked it :)

Why have you chosen to show a poem you have written when it is 'a work in progress'?

I would imagine there are few poets (past or present) who don't have to tidy up what they have written, cut out the dead wood, look for greater originality etc. before thinking of showing their creation to the world.
Try it, I'm sure you will be delighted with what you can achieve.

2008-03-17 07:28:15 by Lil Aurorette

we had to pick our 5 favorite poems for school, and I picked mine, but now we have to pick 3 of those and write an anlytical paper on them. I can;t choose which 3 I should write about, I love them all. Any help??
The Sunlight on the Garden
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold,
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.

Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.

The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying

And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.

Wolves
I do not want to be reflective any more
Envying and despising unreflective things
Finding pathos in dogs and undeveloped handwriting
And young girls doing their hair and all the castles of sand
Flushed by the childrenæs bedtime, level with the shore.

The tide comes in and goes out again, I do not want
To be always stressing either its flux or its permanence,
I do not want to be a tragic or philosophic chorus
But to keep my eye only on the nearer future
And after that let the sea flow over us.

Come then all of you, come closer, form a circle,
Join hands and make believe that joined
Hands will keep away the wolves of water
Who howl along our coast. And be it assumed
That no one hears them among the talk and laughter.

Epilogue
Rows of books around me stand,
Fence me in on either hand;
Through that forest of dead words
I would hunt the living birds -
So I write these lines for you
Who have felt the death-wish too,
All the wires are cut, my friends
Live beyond the severed ends.

House on a cliff
Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors
The winking signal on the waste of sea.
Indoors the sound of the wind. Outdoors the wind.
Indoors the locked heart and the lost key.


Outdoors the chill, the void, the siren. Indoors
The strong man pained to find his red blood cools,
While the blind clock grows louder, faster. Outdoors
The silent moon, the garrulous tides she rules.


Indoors ancestral curse-cum-blessing. Outdoors
The empty bowl of heaven, the empty deep.
Indoors a purposeful man who talks at cross
Purposes, to himself, in a broken sleep.

Prayer before Birth
I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.

I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
in the back of my mind to guide me.

I am not yet born; forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
my life when they murder by means of my
hands, my death when they live me.

I am not yet born; rehearse me
In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
waves call me to folly and the desert calls
me to doom and the beggar refuses
my gift and my children curse me.

I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
come near me.

I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
one face, a thing, and against all those
who would dissipate my entirety, would
blow me like thistledown hither and
thither or hither and thither
like water held in the
hands would spill me.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me.

The Red Wheel Barrow by William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

2008-03-30 09:57:21 by ???