What is a puny kid doing, still hanging around in her mid-eighties? I weighed about five pounds when I was born and it took me thirty years just to get to 100 pounds. I had a bad round of flu and laryngitis every winter. I had several near misses as a kid, but the skinny little girl that Grandpa Stricker wanted to feed-up a bit when we visited them, is now well into senior adult status. I had a bout of pneumonia at age six months. Not a lot of medical help for pneumonia in those pre-antibiotic days, but I survived it. If there were other circumstance those first few yearss, they are beyond my memory, or as told to me by anyone else.
At age five, during my first year in grade school, I was well on my way to freezing to death. It was the winter of 1931/32, bitterly cold, but at five I had no idea how cold. We did have a radio, but there were no school weather reports. I heard no talk of should we, or shouldn’t we go on to school. My two older brothers and older sister and I were of school age. We didn’t all walk together, we just got ready for school and left at the appropriate time; perhaps joining up with a friend or two on the way. We lived about a mile across town from the school. I had no concept that a kid shouldn’t try to walk that far; I had no idea of how cold is too cold. What I found out later was that Dad had planned to drive us to school, but the car wouldn’t start. The older three kids seemed to know that and stayed home. Perhaps I was in the bedroom getting ready and didn’t hear the talk. Apparently no one saw me leave and thought to say, “Hey, you stupid kid! Don’t you know it’s too cold out to try to walk to school?”
I think I got about half-way, when I became awfully tired and sleepy and decided to sit down on the curb and rest a bit. As fortune would have it, not long after that a Mr. Scott, who lived a block or sobehind us, came along taking his granddaughter, Sammy Lee Mason, to school. His car was in a garage and didn’t succumb to the cold. Sammy Lee was a school friend, and she and her grandfather coming by when they did, quite possibly saved my life. When I got to school I must have exhibited some signs that were not good; I think I must have been in a semi-stupor. They decided I needed to be warmed up. They took me downstairs to the furnace room, parked me by the furnace, and left me with the janitor for several hours. Can’t you just see someone doing that in today’s world! How could this happen? I have no idea, but in a casual household of several family members, they did not immediately notice I wasn’t there. Perhaps Mr. Scott, or the school, notified them of what had happened. I can only hope so, because I can’t imagine Dad not making an effort for me once he knew I had gone on by myself. In defense of my mother, in addition to the four school-age children, there were three younger brothers, Bob, Pres and new-baby Tom in the household.
Not long after that, pneumonia struck again; apparently, much more serious this time. I was out of school for more than two months. When I got my year-end report card, the grades were okay, but on the Promoted To line, there was a qualifier. Since I had missed so much of my first grade year, I was Promoted – On Condition. The condition was that if I could do the second grade work, I could stay in the class; but, if after 30 days, it was determined I couldn’t do the work, I would have to go back to first grade.
In the second grade, there were two reading classes: Class A and Class B. Since I had been promoted on condition, I was put in the B group, and would be reevaluated in 30 days. At the end of the 30 days, I was promoted to the A class and no one said anything more about kicking me back downstairs; figuratively speaking. I was glad because I liked school and I liked learning to read.
The next incident I remember occurred when I was about six. This time it was a near drowning. We lived not far from Big River, and our family and some of the neighbors were having a swim-fish-picnic outing. One of the neighbor boys was hassling me, trying to do something he shouldn’t and I was struggling to get away from him. No one seemed to see that either, although my sister and several other children were playing on the gravel bar and in the water. When I managed to jerk free from this kiddie-masher, I ran. And I ran to what was in front of me – the river. I ran right into water over my head, and I couldn’t swim. I struggled up out of the water, but immediately went down again, and then again. My sister, who was four years older than I, saw the commotion and managed to get to me and hauled me out of the water. Scolded soundly, I was!
Near drowning incident number two: same river, different place - about five miles west when we lived at Stony Point.I was now age nine. I still couldn’t swim, although I tried. I just couldn’t get it. We were allowed to go swimming in the Big River without adult supervision, but with the older kids in charge of the younger ones. Most of whom could swim. This time I wasn’t running from anyone. We were just having fun, playing in the water, when all at once I stepped in a chug-hole or chuck-hole, putting me in water deeper than I was tall. Chug-holes are treacherous things and this river had a lot of them. You’re standing ther one minute, then you take another step, and trouble rears its ugly head. You’ve probably heard the old “going down for the third-time” thing in relation to water and drowning. I was down under for the third time, when this same sister, now age 13, managed to grab hold of me and dragged me out of the water again. She did a lot of things I didn’t like in her role of older child helping look after a younger one, but she did literally save my life - twice.
There were other minor happenings, but no more major incidents that I recall. The next hazard happened after I married. I had spent some months in Texas, while my husband was stationed in Camp Howze during WWII. When the unit broke camp to head for Europe, the wives headed for home. The bus I was riding on developed a problem that let exhaust fumes into the bus. Several people complained of headaches and nausea. Some with nausea did more than complain, but the drivers stopped somewhere to make a call, then the bus kept on going. I wasn’t nauseated, but when we finally stopped and I walked off the bus, my head wasn’t quite with me. Someone seeing I was woozy, jerked me around and sat me down on an overturned soda case. I heard an odd sound, which I later realized was the bottles rattling as I fell, and then I was kissing the concrete. I didn't know that yet because I was out cold. I was later told that if I hadn’t got fresh air when I did, I would have been in big trouble. We were at this place for quite a while. They wanted to wait until I could see a doctor, so they said. When he arrived, the only concern they seemed to have was that I sign a paper releasing the company from any liability. The doctor behaved like a lawyer, not a doctor.
If I hadn’t got off the bus when I did and the fumes had overcome me for good, it would have taken out my daughter, Barbara too, since I was a few weeks pregnant. There would have been no Barbara, no Carolyn and no Russ. I believe my children appreciate me as their mother. I hope so, because it certainly seems I had a number of chances not to become anyone’s mother.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Milestones
Today is my daughter’s 65th birthday; a very important milestone, indeed. I believe she wanted to grit her teeth and yell, “Noooo!” on some earlier birthday milestones in her life; although she looked forward eagerly to each new experience of life’s milestones and was in a hurry to make them happen. I also believe she is embracing this milestone with grace, wit and the enjoyment of a life well lived, and the blessings of having a wonderful family.
I found a book in our small ‘residents library’ that was titled, “1,003 Great Things About Getting Older,” by Lisa Birnbach, Ann Hodgman, Patricia Marks and David Owen. I am not at all sure that I agree, or accept the full 1,000 plus statements, but being curious I checked them out.
One quote was by Bernard Baruch, a statesman, financier, etc., well known for his sagacity during an earlier part of my adult life. He said, “Old age is always fifteen years older than I am.” I’ve heard this statement many times, with variations; most frequently using a ten year age gap, perhaps because we become more fully aware of the years as we begin each new decade.
The other quote here is by Groucho Marx, a well known comedian of the day, “Growing old is something you do if you’re lucky.” A variation on that is “Growing old is not so bad when you consider the alternative.”
Getting older is something that begins from the day we are born. There is nothing we can do about that except enjoy each day, month, year as much as we can. There are some things we can control in our lives by the decisions we make. But there is much that is beyond our control and we must find a way to accept it, live with it, or change it if we can.
I have said that “Life is like being on a runaway train that you can’t stop, so you might as well enjoy the ride.” I was never too much concerned with advancing milestones and enjoyed whatever age I was. So, if you ask me if I am still enjoying the age that I am in the ninth decade of my life, the answer is, “As much as I can, but not as much I would like to.” The chief obstruction in that path being the after shingles pain that I’ve had to deal with, which is now rapidly marching down the last half of its second year. It does keep me from doing some things I would like to do, and succeeds in making me more miserable, when I do some of them anyway for short periods.
Medications have not helped, but created other problems, while making me feel rotten at the same time. I try to ignore the pain, using mind over matter, keeping my mind busy, etc. No, I have not neglected prayer, but for whatever reason, God is leaving it in my life.
Another quote which I believe was a part of a song said, “Into each life some rain must fall, but too much is falling in mine.” The rain in my life is nothing compared to what many others have endured. I, too, am richly blessed in having a wonderful family, which includes not only today’s milestone daughter, but a second daughter and a son as well. Of course along with that are the spouses of said children, the grandchildren and great-grandchildren. The Lord has indeed smiled on me.
I know you are enjoying this milestone birthday today. I applaud you for embracing it with your usual verve, and wish you many more such happy occasions.
I found a book in our small ‘residents library’ that was titled, “1,003 Great Things About Getting Older,” by Lisa Birnbach, Ann Hodgman, Patricia Marks and David Owen. I am not at all sure that I agree, or accept the full 1,000 plus statements, but being curious I checked them out.
One quote was by Bernard Baruch, a statesman, financier, etc., well known for his sagacity during an earlier part of my adult life. He said, “Old age is always fifteen years older than I am.” I’ve heard this statement many times, with variations; most frequently using a ten year age gap, perhaps because we become more fully aware of the years as we begin each new decade.
The other quote here is by Groucho Marx, a well known comedian of the day, “Growing old is something you do if you’re lucky.” A variation on that is “Growing old is not so bad when you consider the alternative.”
Getting older is something that begins from the day we are born. There is nothing we can do about that except enjoy each day, month, year as much as we can. There are some things we can control in our lives by the decisions we make. But there is much that is beyond our control and we must find a way to accept it, live with it, or change it if we can.
I have said that “Life is like being on a runaway train that you can’t stop, so you might as well enjoy the ride.” I was never too much concerned with advancing milestones and enjoyed whatever age I was. So, if you ask me if I am still enjoying the age that I am in the ninth decade of my life, the answer is, “As much as I can, but not as much I would like to.” The chief obstruction in that path being the after shingles pain that I’ve had to deal with, which is now rapidly marching down the last half of its second year. It does keep me from doing some things I would like to do, and succeeds in making me more miserable, when I do some of them anyway for short periods.
Medications have not helped, but created other problems, while making me feel rotten at the same time. I try to ignore the pain, using mind over matter, keeping my mind busy, etc. No, I have not neglected prayer, but for whatever reason, God is leaving it in my life.
Another quote which I believe was a part of a song said, “Into each life some rain must fall, but too much is falling in mine.” The rain in my life is nothing compared to what many others have endured. I, too, am richly blessed in having a wonderful family, which includes not only today’s milestone daughter, but a second daughter and a son as well. Of course along with that are the spouses of said children, the grandchildren and great-grandchildren. The Lord has indeed smiled on me.
I know you are enjoying this milestone birthday today. I applaud you for embracing it with your usual verve, and wish you many more such happy occasions.
Monday, May 3, 2010
No Adrenaline Zone - Wrong Number
Dialing the wrong number is something we’ve probably all done at one time or another, but I’ve received an inordinate amount of wrong number calls since I moved into this place, especially the first two years. There are not as many of these calls now, but they are at times interesting.
Some callers immediately realize they have erred in dialing when they hear my croaking attempts [vocal cord problem] to say hello, apologize and hang up. There is probably a similarity in numbers, when I get calls for the local fire department, demolition bowl, and a few other local businesses. Others have dialed the number correctly; I’m just not the person they expected at the other end of the line.
Yet, why so many people dial correctly and ask for so many and varied persons, I can’t quite figure out. One woman called, asking for a male by name. Caller I.D. showed the call to be from a local labor union office. At first I gave her the standard, “You have the wrong number” line. She related my number and asked if she had that number. I told her that she did, but I had had the number for more than two years at that time, and assured her there was no one living here, but me. She replied, “That’s interesting.” Now why would anyone, hoping for work, give a phone number at which they can’t be reached!
For quite some time I got frequent calls from what seemed like attempts to collect debts. They wouldn’t settle for being told they had the wrong number, but persisted, giving the impression they thought I was deliberately misleading them in their attempts to reap financial justice. More recently someone called and asked for “Mr. Someone.” When I did the wrong number spiel, he came back with “It is Mr. Specific Someone I want to talk to.” Again with the implied tone and attitude that they knew the person was here, if they could just get me to admit it.
This number belonged to a mobile home sales office before I got it. I believe that it is possible there are people who think it is a mobile home park where people live, but how it will help anyone to give a phone number for which they have no access, frankly baffles me!
On the lighter side of wrong numbers there was the woman who, when I said, “Hello,” immediately demanded “ Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for an hour and I’ve been trying to call you! {I’ll bet she had} In this case, she believed my wrong number speech, sputtered a bit, instantly apologetic and promptly hung up the phone. I would be willing to bet, that whether spouse or child, someone was in a bunch of trouble, when they finally showed up!
Then there was this morning, which is responsible for this blog. A woman called and asked, “Is this the Adrenaline Zone?” Hey, I couldn’t help it, it was as automatic as jerking back your finger when you unexpectedly touch something that is too hot. I burst into laughter. I think she had a sense of humor because she didn’t sound annoyed as she said, “No, I guess it isn’t. I have the wrong number,” and then hung up the phone.
The situation with this so very senior citizen is about as much of a no-adrenaline-zone as you could find. My sojourn in a going on two years after-shingles-pain episode is beginning to wear me down, so the words truck me as funny. At this point I’ll take any laugh I can get, so thank God for this morning’s wrong number. That’s something I never thought I’d say!
Some callers immediately realize they have erred in dialing when they hear my croaking attempts [vocal cord problem] to say hello, apologize and hang up. There is probably a similarity in numbers, when I get calls for the local fire department, demolition bowl, and a few other local businesses. Others have dialed the number correctly; I’m just not the person they expected at the other end of the line.
Yet, why so many people dial correctly and ask for so many and varied persons, I can’t quite figure out. One woman called, asking for a male by name. Caller I.D. showed the call to be from a local labor union office. At first I gave her the standard, “You have the wrong number” line. She related my number and asked if she had that number. I told her that she did, but I had had the number for more than two years at that time, and assured her there was no one living here, but me. She replied, “That’s interesting.” Now why would anyone, hoping for work, give a phone number at which they can’t be reached!
For quite some time I got frequent calls from what seemed like attempts to collect debts. They wouldn’t settle for being told they had the wrong number, but persisted, giving the impression they thought I was deliberately misleading them in their attempts to reap financial justice. More recently someone called and asked for “Mr. Someone.” When I did the wrong number spiel, he came back with “It is Mr. Specific Someone I want to talk to.” Again with the implied tone and attitude that they knew the person was here, if they could just get me to admit it.
This number belonged to a mobile home sales office before I got it. I believe that it is possible there are people who think it is a mobile home park where people live, but how it will help anyone to give a phone number for which they have no access, frankly baffles me!
On the lighter side of wrong numbers there was the woman who, when I said, “Hello,” immediately demanded “ Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for an hour and I’ve been trying to call you! {I’ll bet she had} In this case, she believed my wrong number speech, sputtered a bit, instantly apologetic and promptly hung up the phone. I would be willing to bet, that whether spouse or child, someone was in a bunch of trouble, when they finally showed up!
Then there was this morning, which is responsible for this blog. A woman called and asked, “Is this the Adrenaline Zone?” Hey, I couldn’t help it, it was as automatic as jerking back your finger when you unexpectedly touch something that is too hot. I burst into laughter. I think she had a sense of humor because she didn’t sound annoyed as she said, “No, I guess it isn’t. I have the wrong number,” and then hung up the phone.
The situation with this so very senior citizen is about as much of a no-adrenaline-zone as you could find. My sojourn in a going on two years after-shingles-pain episode is beginning to wear me down, so the words truck me as funny. At this point I’ll take any laugh I can get, so thank God for this morning’s wrong number. That’s something I never thought I’d say!
Monday, March 29, 2010
A Story of the Heart
The Swan House by Elizabeth Musser
Paper Back 442 pages – For those with good sight that's okay. My eyes would like a little larger font. I need lots of light to read paper backs. For me, some are almost impossible.
I’ve just finished reading this book and I’m not sure how to tell you about it. So, I’ll just list some of the things you will encounter. Atlanta, Georgia – time period early 1960s: a devastating plane crash; the privileged and unprivileged; wealth and poverty; prejudice and understanding;reaching out in hatefulness and in helpfullness; Christianity, an involved, personal relationship vs going through the motions; artistic talent, depression, yearning and learning youth. It is a beautiful story, haunting in its sadness and uplifting in its hope.
Paper Back 442 pages – For those with good sight that's okay. My eyes would like a little larger font. I need lots of light to read paper backs. For me, some are almost impossible.
I’ve just finished reading this book and I’m not sure how to tell you about it. So, I’ll just list some of the things you will encounter. Atlanta, Georgia – time period early 1960s: a devastating plane crash; the privileged and unprivileged; wealth and poverty; prejudice and understanding;reaching out in hatefulness and in helpfullness; Christianity, an involved, personal relationship vs going through the motions; artistic talent, depression, yearning and learning youth. It is a beautiful story, haunting in its sadness and uplifting in its hope.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Television Golf Fan
I am not a big sports fan, but I do enjoy watching golf on television. I have several favorite players. They don’t always win, but they play well and rank rather high in the standings fairly frequently. Except for those occasions when nothing works and they just can’t make the vital cut, or keep dropping down the list as the play continues. Sometimes they end up in the top spot as Ernie Els did last weekend. It was good to see him with the win.
This past weekend in the Transitions tournament, Steve Stricker, high on my favorites list started out pretty well, but slipped a bit as the tournament continued. I don’t feel too badly about that because he has had his share of wins in recent months and neeless to say added considerably to his financial status.
As Stricker slipped, who went up the leader board? Another favorite, Jim Furyk, made his way to the top of the list on Saturday, and managed to hold on to the lead. Although he did make me a bit nervous the last few holes, when he gained and dropped a point a couple of times. I think they said he had had something like 52 starts without a win, but he has ended up with some good spots on the standings a number of times. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing him make the top spot.
I heard an interesting sidelight about another golfer: I didn’t catch his name, but he thought he hadn’t made the cut after Friday’s play. He grabbed his clubs and headed to the airport and home. While waiting for departure, he received a phone call telling him he had made the cut after all and was expected to play on Saturday. He had no problem leaving himself, but wouldn’t have been able to get his clubs from the plane. Rather than play with a make-do set, he chose to fly on home, retrieve his golf clubs and take a charter flight back to the tournament. By then there was only minimal time for sleep, and with only an hour or so of sleep, he went out and played a round of 67. Sorry I still can’t tell you his name, so I don’t know how he made out in the final standings.
There are other golfers I like to watch play as well, but these are some of the ones I’ve seen most recently.
This past weekend in the Transitions tournament, Steve Stricker, high on my favorites list started out pretty well, but slipped a bit as the tournament continued. I don’t feel too badly about that because he has had his share of wins in recent months and neeless to say added considerably to his financial status.
As Stricker slipped, who went up the leader board? Another favorite, Jim Furyk, made his way to the top of the list on Saturday, and managed to hold on to the lead. Although he did make me a bit nervous the last few holes, when he gained and dropped a point a couple of times. I think they said he had had something like 52 starts without a win, but he has ended up with some good spots on the standings a number of times. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing him make the top spot.
I heard an interesting sidelight about another golfer: I didn’t catch his name, but he thought he hadn’t made the cut after Friday’s play. He grabbed his clubs and headed to the airport and home. While waiting for departure, he received a phone call telling him he had made the cut after all and was expected to play on Saturday. He had no problem leaving himself, but wouldn’t have been able to get his clubs from the plane. Rather than play with a make-do set, he chose to fly on home, retrieve his golf clubs and take a charter flight back to the tournament. By then there was only minimal time for sleep, and with only an hour or so of sleep, he went out and played a round of 67. Sorry I still can’t tell you his name, so I don’t know how he made out in the final standings.
There are other golfers I like to watch play as well, but these are some of the ones I’ve seen most recently.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
What’s New
This morning I saw a segment on the Today Show where they showed various new items on the market. I think it was called "Jill’s Fun Finds." There were several items shown, but two in particular caught my eye.
Monopoly has come up with a digitalized version of their game. I never really liked Monopoly, but a lot of people do, and fans of the game will probably love it.
The item that really intrigued me was a new “party” camera. It sets on its own little lazy-susan-like stand, where I assume it is plugged in and turned on. The stand rotates to cover the party area. And here is the unusual bit: a smiling face activates the camera. The camera stops and takes a picture of the smiler.
Your party album will be filled with happy looking faces only. No bored or disgruntled seeming faces. A smile will get your picture taken. If you don’t want to be a part of the party shoot, just keep a straight face, or frown— if you must. If you like having your picture taken, or want to be included in the album, smile for the camera.
It’s as simple as that. This seems to fall into the what will they think of next category. We don’t know, but we do know that new ideas will continue to surprise us from time to time. I didn't catch the cost of either, but it will be easy to find out.
Monopoly has come up with a digitalized version of their game. I never really liked Monopoly, but a lot of people do, and fans of the game will probably love it.
The item that really intrigued me was a new “party” camera. It sets on its own little lazy-susan-like stand, where I assume it is plugged in and turned on. The stand rotates to cover the party area. And here is the unusual bit: a smiling face activates the camera. The camera stops and takes a picture of the smiler.
Your party album will be filled with happy looking faces only. No bored or disgruntled seeming faces. A smile will get your picture taken. If you don’t want to be a part of the party shoot, just keep a straight face, or frown— if you must. If you like having your picture taken, or want to be included in the album, smile for the camera.
It’s as simple as that. This seems to fall into the what will they think of next category. We don’t know, but we do know that new ideas will continue to surprise us from time to time. I didn't catch the cost of either, but it will be easy to find out.
Monday, March 1, 2010
What Happened to February 2010
What happened to February? It seems to me it went by as fast as some of those skaters and skiers did in the recent Olympics. There were some major happenings on the national and world scene in the weather. Earthquakes, record snowfalls, wind, rain and mud slides. For the purposes of this blog, I won’t get into politics, either here or abroad, except to say that I abhor the extremes in words and actions and the public lies that seem to be so prevalent at present. Other than that I will confine this blog to my own personal world.
Nothing very unusual happened: snow, sleet, rain, slick streets within my small community. Altogether, we fared very well weather-wise in the midst of the February I’ll give you one good taste of winter before spring arrives onslaught. Here, it was a picnic compared to a lot of other places.
Yes, I’m still dealing with what is called “after shingles pain.” I also hit a low-energy period for some reason, not sure why. Otherwise things are much as usual. I did the things I usually do: read, write letters & blogs, crocheted pink and white hats for cancer patients and/or supporters; worked a bit on genealogy, other computer stuff; did housework - the usual cook, clean, laundry stuff [how can one person have so much laundry?]; tried to get in a bit of exercise now and then, so I won’t lose more ground than I need to; trips to the library and grocers when necessary, contact friends/relatives; check on Facebook, Twitter and keep up with email. [This is like trying to keep up with clutter & recyclable paper, it’s only temporary; it’s as futile as the gerbil going around on its wheel.] Sometimes I just quit everything and rest for awhile.
Right in the middle of February I got a year older. Oldest daughter came for a visit for my birthday and stayed a couple of days. We had a very pleasant visit and I had an enjoyable birthday. We met Russ, Jan and family and had a good dinner and enjoyed spending time together. Second daughter was too far away to be with us. We had to visit by phone. And we did miss you, Cara; as well as the other grandchildren whose working and family lives keep them elsewhere. I’m thankful to all for personal and phone visits, cards and gifts.
Daughter-in-law Jan’s eye problem was both a lowlight and a highlight: Low in the seriousness of the situation and the surgical procedures. And high in the favorable outcome, which seems to have been successful. Thank God for the outcome and for the prayers of family and friends.
Days in between have been spent doing some variation of the above.
Nothing very unusual happened: snow, sleet, rain, slick streets within my small community. Altogether, we fared very well weather-wise in the midst of the February I’ll give you one good taste of winter before spring arrives onslaught. Here, it was a picnic compared to a lot of other places.
Yes, I’m still dealing with what is called “after shingles pain.” I also hit a low-energy period for some reason, not sure why. Otherwise things are much as usual. I did the things I usually do: read, write letters & blogs, crocheted pink and white hats for cancer patients and/or supporters; worked a bit on genealogy, other computer stuff; did housework - the usual cook, clean, laundry stuff [how can one person have so much laundry?]; tried to get in a bit of exercise now and then, so I won’t lose more ground than I need to; trips to the library and grocers when necessary, contact friends/relatives; check on Facebook, Twitter and keep up with email. [This is like trying to keep up with clutter & recyclable paper, it’s only temporary; it’s as futile as the gerbil going around on its wheel.] Sometimes I just quit everything and rest for awhile.
Right in the middle of February I got a year older. Oldest daughter came for a visit for my birthday and stayed a couple of days. We had a very pleasant visit and I had an enjoyable birthday. We met Russ, Jan and family and had a good dinner and enjoyed spending time together. Second daughter was too far away to be with us. We had to visit by phone. And we did miss you, Cara; as well as the other grandchildren whose working and family lives keep them elsewhere. I’m thankful to all for personal and phone visits, cards and gifts.
Daughter-in-law Jan’s eye problem was both a lowlight and a highlight: Low in the seriousness of the situation and the surgical procedures. And high in the favorable outcome, which seems to have been successful. Thank God for the outcome and for the prayers of family and friends.
Days in between have been spent doing some variation of the above.
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