Stories from others…

I’m down in Viera, FL presenting at the English Teacher’s Friend Symposium.  English teachers are a tough group (only kidding, I love them!!) and I don’t have time to write myself … so here are a few emails I’ve saved:

From Patty:
My 93 year old Aunt Mary just called me about her pocketbook. In a very accusing tone she said, “Did you take my pocketbook home with you?”

I say, “No, why would I do that”

She tells me it’s missing.  After bringing her home from a podiatrist visit this afternoon, (my least favorite doctor appointment I bring her to, eeuuwww), I remember taking her appointment card out of  the pocketbook and putting the pocketbook away in the closet where she always keeps it.

Me – Did you look in the closet?

Her – No, why would I look there?

Me – Because that’s where you always keep it.

Her – Oh, let me look.

She comes back – You are so right.  How do you think it got there?

I clean her pocketbook out every 3 or 4 weeks when she’s not looking. By then she has accumulated pens, wads of tissue, wrappers from hard candy, writing pads, receipts, knee-hi stockings, rain bonnets.

And when my Mom passed, we found 8 or 10 pocketbooks in her house. Each one of them had the same thing – tissues, rosary beads, loose change and ta-da … plastic forks.  We laughed until we cried, picturing her always expecting a piece of pie to eat.

From Deb:
My mom and I used to watch all the Peanuts holiday specials together when I was growing up.  So in my teens and twenties, I had a tradition of giving my mother Peanuts-themed holiday and birthday cards. I revived that tradition this year when I found the perfect mother’s day card.  The card shows Snoopy on the front saying he was going to do a special dance in honor of Mother’s Day. When the card is opened, the Peanuts theme song plays (the Vince Guaraldi piano piece) and it plays “The MOM-bo!”

My 91 year old mom is in a nursing home, bedridden and has little interest in much of anything these days but she loved the card.  She had my sister play it 3 times on the day it arrived and has requested that she play the “Mom-bo” once or twice on every visit since.  My sister says Mom gets a happy, faraway look on her face every time she hears it.

On one hand, I’m happy that she likes it so much.  On the other, it kills me that she no longer is in control of the things that make her happy.  I find it so sad that hearing a musical greeting card can make such a big difference to her.  Whoever said “it’s the little things that matter” really knew what they were talking about.

From Mel:
When my elderly mom was alive and living with me, she was called for jury duty and they would not let up about it!!

Finally, I told them I would send her down on the County Senior Citizen Bus and they could watch her for the day. I told them “I know she will enjoy being with you!! She doesn’t get out much except for her day trips to the senior citizen’s center in Key West. She will LOVE this.  Thanks!”

They never called again.

Be good to yourself…Elizabeth


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2 Responses to Stories from others…

  1. So, over the past couple of weeks one memory has been coming back to me over and over, so much so that I have been eatting a lot of ice cream lately. Anyway, the first time my Mom died I was 11. My brother did CPR and brought her back. When she came home after a month in the hospital, she started to watch The Guiding Light every afternoon. It started after a got home from school so I would sit with her everyday and watch it too, but before I did I would fix the two of us a hot fudge sundea. We would sit there, Mom on the couch, me in my Dad’s recliner and eat our ice cream and watch that soap. Everytime Rodger Thrope was in a scene, she would say, “He’s a real bastard.” SHe and my Grandmother hated Rodger. My Grandmother called him a sona bitch. Son of always sounded like sona, one word.
    Thank you for the wonderful memory, Mom. I miss you so much, Chris

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