Published in the Rains County Leader on January 16, 2018:
The first couple of time I submitted an article to the Leader, my musings were published as Letters to the Editor. When I persisted in sharing my thoughts, Earl Hill gave me a column; and when I continued to complain about bugs, poison ivy, and other country-related hazards, he christened me “City Girl.” It was a fitting name since, until seven years ago, I had spent the majority of my life in metropolitan areas. My roots, however, were definitely not in the city.
Mom and Dad were both raised on farms in West Texas. Before you begin picturing
My maternal grandmother is the little girl in the front with ruffles on her shoulders.
gentlemen farmers, let me explain that both my grandfathers were tenant farmers, following rumors of the best crops and working the fields on the halves. By the time I came along, Mom and Dad had moved to Merkel, Texas, about sixteen miles west of Abilene. The town was approximately two square miles and had a population of around 2,000. It was so small that Dad used to tell me he got me at the hardware store. I was really born in the Sadler Clinic which was upstairs above the local hardware store, so his tale wasn’t far from the truth. (more…)
If you’ve read the first chapter of my book, you know that in our pre-caregiving days, David and I spent a lot of our time riding our motorcycles with our neighbors, James and Peggy. In the optimism of youth–in this case, youth being defined as any age younger than we are now–we planned for our riding days to last, if not forever, at least until declining health required that we move into some sort of residential care facility. Even then, we planned to adorn our wheelchairs with orange and black flames and form a four-wheelchair caravan, racing through the halls and terrifying those unfortunate residents who were confined to less exciting forms of transportation. If we had known then that anything this cool existed, we might have begun looking into assisted living long ago!
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I’m spending the afternoon listening to traditional Christmas carols in a non-traditional way – via DISH satellite. I’m also trying to duplicate Mom’s recipe for Millionaires, caramel and pecans covered in chocolate. The songs are just what I remembered, but I don’t remember Mom’s candy being this flat and “puddly.” Oh well, it will be good, and making it brings back happy memories. Whatever you’re doing in preparation for and celebration of Christmas, I hope you have many happy memories and that you make many more. (more…)
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I recently read an article on the CaringBridge website titled We’re Celebrating National Caregiver Month – and You. The article talked about what was special about caregivers and invited caregivers to leave comments about why they do what they do, what makes a good caregiver and advice to other caregivers. Always hoping that my experience can be of some help to others, I left a short comment, but I continued to think about National Caregiver Month. Special times devoted to special people are often celebrated by giving gifts or doing something special for the honoree, and I thought about some of the special things people did for me while I was a caregiver. There were lots, but one day in particular stood out in my mind. (more…)
I mentioned in an earlier post that I rode a motorcycle for a while. I started out on a Yamaha Virago 1100 that I called El Vira; but after fighting the crosswinds of South Dakota on a trip to the BIG rally, I decided I needed something heavier than 450 pounds, so I got a Harley. She was a 2002 Heritage Softail Classic, and I christened her The Blue Angel. She was big and powerful and shiny, and she had chrome in places I didn’t know bikes had places. (more…)