‘Payback painter’ thanks town

Bussey, Iowa, may make you homesick for a place you’ve probably never been. Just 422 people live there — but this small town has made a big difference in Todd Spaur’s life.

“The whole community helped me raise my three kids,” Spaur explained, “because I had my hands full, being a single dad.”

Two decades ago, Spaur was in a terrible accident. After his car flipped off a highway, he lay trapped for more than 16 hours, hidden by underbrush. He could not call for help or crawl away because he’d broken his back, his neck and most of the bones in his face. “I just wanted to die,” he said.

Doctors told Spaur he would never walk again. “I could only wiggle one toe,” he recalled,  showing me pictures of his battered body. “Doctors put steel rods in my back, so I couldn’t bend. Hooks over the vertebrae to keep my back stiff.”

They were preparing him for life in a wheelchair.

“If I can’t get some relief,” Spaur thought, “I’m going to kill myself.” But neighbors back in Bussey had another idea. They offered to look after Spaur while he tried to prove the doctors wrong.

“It was hard,” he said. “But friends and family believed in me, and that meant a lot. I looked at myself in the mirror and asked the nurse for a comb.”

The first step

Spaur was determined to walk. “Even if all I could do was stand up and drag the lower half of my body, I could live with that.”

But he did much more. After many tries, at last he took a step.

“I cried,” Spaur said. “Terrible pain. I was hunched over to where it made walking even harder than it should’ve been. Once (when) I got up doing physical therapy, the rods came loose in my back and poked out. Doctors had to cut them all out and redo the whole thing.”

It was 16 years after his car accident when Spaur finally was able to stand up straight. A slow smile spread across his face. “My doctor’s name was Smucker. He had to be good.”


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Today Spaur can walk with the help of a cane. “I still have a lot of pain, but it’s not agonizing like before.”

So he decided to do something special for all those people who pitched in when he needed them most. The fellow with nine steel plates in his body and a fractured fifth vertebra began dangling from a cherry picker two stories above downtown Bussey, painting a huge mural on the side of an old building.

It depicts a Fourth of July parade, filled with images of family and friends. When I visited Bussey, Spaur had been working on this gift for 10 painful months.

“The more pain you have,” he said, “the greater the pleasures are in life. They’re sweeter.”



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But when his body began to feel like a wasp’s nest, Spaur started having second thoughts. Still, he didn’t stop. He had taken art classes with some of the money neighbors donated to help him design a new life, and didn’t want to disappoint them.

“You have to reinvent yourself,” he said. “Go on with what capabilities you have. Just do the best you can.”

Making life pretty

Down below, Spaur’s dad, Frank, leaned in to look at his own image on the wall: “Does that look like me?” He turned and mugged for our camera, obviously pleased.

In Todd’s painting, his father leads the parade, driving a tiny red car. Todd’s son, Luke, is right behind. He just graduated from college this spring with the town’s help. That’s why the artist has no problem painting neighbors — not just as they are, but as they would like to be.

Pauline Wilson wandered by on her way to pick up mail at the post office. Up above, Spaur was working on an image of how she looked 35 years ago. 

“Todd,” she shouted. “My hair wasn’t gray! You have to do something about that.”

He did. “I feel like my job is to make things pretty,” Spaur said with a smile.

Life once took Todd Spaur to a place so dark that he learned to appreciate beauty. I asked him, “Why do you suppose something so beautiful grew out of the worst day of your life?”

“Well,” he said, “That’s what everything looks like to me now.”

He was taking a break, sitting at a picnic table in Bussey’s park, when a little girl stopped to ask: “Todd are you done?”

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