August 1997 - End of Summer

The end of summer... My sister Beth and I must have gone to spend the day with Gram & Grampa before heading back to school.  We would often help her clean or organize something, tasks that are always more enjoyable when done with someone.  Sometimes, though, we would get distracted by something else - a comedy show on TV, the story behind a knick-knack we were dusting, a request from Grampa to help with one of his endeavors, and more.  If we didn't get to finish the task we were originally planning to do, Grammie didn't mind.  She loved our company more than our help.

August 3, 1997

It was so good to have you girls with us - it gave me a bit of renewed force...  Here is one of your friendly enemies with his pile of food.  Look how fat he is...  Now it is Mon. morn - a grey but warm day.  And again, I'm trying to think of something to feed everyone without too much cooking... We have just realized that we have been driving around with plates that expired in Sept. '96.  So now we know we can't go anywhere till the Motor Vehicle opens on Tues.  We never got a form from MVD & one of the big shots that Grampa knows says that often happens - paper work does not get sent out.

August 11, 1997

It was a quiet weekend - no girls to liven up the place.  We are getting ready to go to Portland to look at a retirement home for Aunt G.  Next weekend Joanne & Aunt G are going to Vt. to start the task of cleaning out the farm - so sad after 5 generations.  The summer has flown and glorious Fall will soon be here.  Hope we have Aunt G. settled before the snow flies.

July 1997 - Memories of Yesteryear

 

July 20, 1997

Do you know this Hollywood star, hiding behind the dark glasses?  This picture was taken when I visited Uncle Peter in Calif...

Yesterday, Aunt G. & I went to Nathan Hale Homestead.  I really enjoyed the tour, even tho I had been there before.  It is a beautiful spot, your great, great grandmother lived right near there when she was a little girl - right after the Civil War...

It was good to get out and sorta relax...  Sometimes my nerves get a bit frazzled, but I guess I will endure.  Tonight I had a hot fudge sundae for supper - it was delicious.  Last night the moon was so bright I had to hide my head under a pillow.

July 29, 1997

As you know we went away for the weekend.  I had a very peaceful, relaxing time.  We visited a friend on Tyler Lake where I spent many happy hours so long ago.  We rode around the lake in a fairly large boat - compared to the rowboat we used to use.  We were on it about a 1/2 hr. & yrs ago, it took 1/2 a day to get around the lake rowing.  This is the lake & cottage (remodeled) of the famous dish cloth episode in our lives.

The 'dish cloth episode' Grammie mentions here is a story I love.  She and Grampa Bob were married later in life - when both were already grandparents (I was 8 when they married).  But they knew each other growing up and went to the same high school - Farmington High.  Grampa Bob, as I've mentioned in previous posts, was a jokester.  He loved teasing and joking; one of his favorite petnames for Gram was 'Shorty off the Pickle Boat' - I don't actually know the origin of that!  But clearly this was a character trait he had had a long time.  The story goes like this:

One day, in their teen years, Gram & a friend were at the house cleaning out some greasy cast-iron pans.  My Grampa and another friend walked in unexpectedly on the two girls.  Grammie immediately threw her dirty dish cloth at Grampa, hitting him square in the face.  He was so surprised, exclaiming indignantly, "What did I do?"  Grammie replied, "I don't know, but you must've done SOMETHING!" and then she and her friend high-tailed it out the door, giggling all the way.

Clearly this story made both Gram & Grampa laugh and evoked fond memories of their younger days, as they both remembered the incident 70 years later!

Interlude - A Mother's Kiss

Recently, my dad related a story to me of a special moment that happened for him at the end of Grammie's life.  He promised to write it down for me, so here it is:

In her later years, my mother constantly tried to extract a promise from me that she could die in her own home. The best I could do was promise to try… In the end, we did keep her home, doubtless far longer than we should have, but eventually we had to move her to a nursing home. By that time I believe her awareness of her surroundings was minimal.

Mom's left arm was essentially locked in place; she had not been able to move it or use it for quite some time, but the nursing home put her through physical therapy sessions to try to restore some use to the arm.  I was never sure the therapy made much sense; the physician's prognosis was that she would leave us within 6 months, and it was difficut to think of what use she would have for an arm that had failed her long ago.  But the therapy continued.

Near the end, about the only way I had to communicate with Mom was to arrive at meal time and offer to feed her while the nurse attended to some other patient.  I fed her a meal only a week or so before she decided to stop eating altogether.  I talked to her for a while, told her I loved her, and then proceeded to clean her up - her face, her shirt - but was surprised when she grabbed my hand with her left arm and gently raised it to her lips.

I sat and cried for half an hour.  Until the day I die, I will believe - I do know - that that was a last kiss from my mother.  Well worth the hours of therapy.

The picture above is my dad as a baby, being held by his mom.

July 1997 - Visits

In college I spent the summers doing internships, so Gram continued to send me cards.  It was something I could count on pretty much every week.

July 1, 1997

I have just helped Grampa get dressed.  He is going to buy a new lawn mower with his son Rich.  Uncle Dick is supposed to stop out for a short visit - haven't seen him in quite a while.  Then Aunt Joanne is coming over to "Aunt sit" while Grampa and I go out to lunch.  I'm still looking for some sort of miracle to solve the Aunt G. situation.  To top off everything, Uncle Donald called & wants me to come give him a haircut - isn't it great to be in such demand.  Guess I'd feel bad if I weren't.

July 7, 1997

Today we went to the outskirts of Springfield, MA.  And got lost.  We were all around where we wanted to be, and if I were a drinking woman I would have wanted a drink.  I was all for just coming back home - but we hung in there and got to the house (Greg & Angie's).  Mick came over on Sat. and did lots of odds and ends - one was washing the window.  What a big difference - for a while anyway.

Grammie was notorious for not having a good sense of direction!  Grampa joked he always had to send her out with a full tank of gas - just in case she got lost.  This time she must have been with Grampa, and they still got lost!  With Google maps and GPS, getting lost is a 'lost art' nowadays.  I often wonder what Gram would have made of that technology.  I think she would have loved going for drives along new backroads, getting lost - and then being assured she could find her way back with the touch of a button.  What mischief she might have gotten into!  I bet she would have discovered all sorts of little hidden gems among the county roads.

July 14, 1997

Well, the walk-in shower was to be put in today, but it has been postponed till tomorrow - so another day for Grampa to sponge bathe.  I'm trying to get a few things done before it gets too warm.  I just don't care for the hot weather.  It was nice spending her 20th birthday with my best friend.

My birthday is July 13, so I must have come home to celebrate!  Grammie always remembered birthdays.  She had a special little calendar book with everyone's birthdays marked on it.  You can guess that even if she couldn't be with all her progeny and friends to celebrate, she certainly sent a card. 💖