I made this video at Mother’s independent living center at their monthly birthday party. At ninety- seven, she was the oldest one partying. Her best buddy, Chad, is such a party guy. He lives next door and makes sure she makes all meals and activities.
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Andrew and Molly Part 22
Gossip has wings. Rosemarie was still unpacking her parcels when a man accompanied by thin woman with a tow-headed boy tapped at the door.
“Kin we speak with Mistress Wharton?” The man inquired.
Rosemarie gave them a quick glance, judging them to be of the servant class and wasted no manners on them. “She’s around back making soap.” Had they been quality, she would have invited them in and put water on for tea. Instead, she led them to the back with the baby still slung on her back. By reason of serving as wet nurse to a child of the family, she felt she’d moved up in the world.
The visitors found Molly at the black iron soap pot stirring the boiling mixture. Addie was simultaneously chopping wood for the fire and steering the young ones away from danger. Molly closed the neck of her bodice and wiped sweat from her sweaty face, leaving an ashen streak. “Pardon me for for not leaving my work but I can’t let my soap spoil. How can I help you?”
The man spoke hesitantly, “Good day. I’m Joseph James and this is my wife Marthy. We heard in town your bondsman just come home after gittin’ away from the injuns. We was wondering if he might’a heard something about our girl, Sarah. She was took by injuns about a year ago. Could we talk to him?”
“I’ll send my boy for him. Jamie, fetch Andrew from the wood cutting. Mr. James needs to talk to him.”
Jamie sped toward the woods, thrilled to escape the company of women and babies.
“I’m sorry I can not stop my work to seat you properly, but you are welcome water from the well and rest yourselves while we are a’waiting Andrew.”
Molly could see by her visitor’s poor clothes they were of the servant class as she had been and therefore felt comfortable not providing more niceties as she drew a bucket of water and took a seat on a stump in the shade. Knowing the little boy was probably hungry, she directed Rosemarie, “Fetch molasses cookies and milk for the children.”
“Yes, Mistress .” Reluctantly, Rosemarie left them. She was anxious to know their business with Andrew, who she found attractive. Though she’d been in the household a few days, she’d gleaned little from its close-mouthed inhabitants.
Mothers Day Pinto
Mother was a slow learner. It took her forever to learn that Daddy was not the thoughtful kind of guy who would ever surprise her with lovely gifts and gestures. He was more the kind of guy who felt sorry for himself when she got her feelings hurt or got mad. After all, he was pretty sure he’d gotten her something last year, for her birthday or Christmas, one or the other. What had she done with that eggbeater?
This year was going to be different. Virgil Hughes had a nice Pinto horse. It was a good deal since it “wasn’t broke” yet. Nobody really wanted it since it stomped Euless and broke his leg, but Daddy was sure he could make a fine riding horse out of it. Kathleen was scared of horses, but she’d get over that. If she didn’t, he’d ride it. Daddy stopped off on the way home from work the Friday before Mother’s Day to pick it up. It was kicking the side rails when he pulled in. He called Mother out to. See her beautiful Pinto and she hit the ceiling. “Of all the things I need, you come bringing in a horse. We need another useless animal to feed like I need a hole in the head.” She stormed in, furious.
Daddy stomped off, putting the horse in the pasture. “Kathleen didn’t appreciate anything he did for her. It would be a cold day in Hell before he brought her anything else!
Happy Mother’s Day!
Community
What do you do to be involved in the community?
I am a good citizen. I vote. I help my neighbor. I tend to my own business.
Job for a Day
What’s a job you would like to do for just one day?
I’d love to work in a garden center and get a big discount!
Traveling with Elderly Parents: Tips and Experiences
I am traveling today so I am running an old post from several years ago. Mother is not traveling with me today
Mother accompanied me to visit a relative a few months ago. It was a route I flew often enough to get expedited security. I explained to security I did not want to be separated from my elderly mother. They saw her in her wheelchair, which she always requests for convenience. She immediately put on her goofiest look, which is quite convincing. Starting her Alzheimer’s act, she started firing questions at me and security. They rushed her through. Frankly, I considered abandoning her, she was making such a pest of herself. I was glad when we got out of security and she got back to her normal goofy self.
Gold Medal Flour
This question doesn’t mean a lot to me. I am not a shopper so I don’t care much about brands. I do like Gold Medal Self-Rising Flour, though.
Mistaken Identity
Eavesdropping is one of life’s great pleasures. My daughter-in-law was lucky enough to hear this exchange between some women in the elevator the other day.
“I don’t believe that story about Anne Frank.” the first woman asserted. This caught my daughter-in-law’s interest. She had wondered what a holocaust denier would look like.
“What are you talking about?” asked her companion. “Why on earth would you say that?”
“God wouldn’t make somebody deaf and blind!” said the first. “That would be too mean!”
“You’re so silly!” said woman #2. “You’re talking about Helen Keller! and it was true!”
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