That would be my Dad aka The Farmer. We have had lively discussions the past few days, and he has shared some of his stories with me about his “growing years”. (He’s done that most of my life, but the juicy stories have come out, now that I am officially an Adult, guess I had to get to 50 before that happened).
Things Dad did for entertainment, take the wagon apart, and put it back together ON TOP of the barn, that’s when he was a little tyke.
He’s always been a Farmer at heart, and loves his John Deere. He did a stint in the Navy, and even today, still gets the Navy newspaper. I was born in a Naval Hospital, and then remember San Diego, when he was stationed at Miramar. I was little then, but do have memories, of those times. Dad got out of the Navy, and joined his other love, Airplanes.
He took me across the pond and we lived in England, for me, until I came home at the age of 18, but he stayed there for about 22-24 years, (Okay, I’m working on memory here, and I’m sure it will hit me after he reads this). Dad showed me most of Europe by the time I was 16. It was a fun time in my memory, and we did make lots of memories.
His true love, Annie, and he came back the U.S.A. and I came to live with them for a time. He got back to his roots, and has loved his farmer’s ways. That’s probably why I call him the Farmer.
My Dad turns 79 years old today. When you think about it, that’s a long time. Or as I like to tell him, he is older than dirt. When I look at Dad, I see my Grandma, they are cut from the same cloth, and I see both of them. These people have molded me and tought me a bunch of stuff.
I can only hope to live to be 79 years old and still be in control and full of it, tehe, (I had to add that in there.)
I guess what I am saying is Happy Birthday Dad, I didn’t get you a card, but I will be cooking you a meal that will blow your socks off, and I will be there to spend the day with you and Momma, and the Electrician is coming too.
All those fireworks that are going off, well…the rest of the country is celebrating what a wonderful man you are, oh yea, and America’s birthday too. (wink)
I was told when I was about 23 that I gravitated to older people. This was because I feel for older people. I have a respect for people older than me. Hey kids, they know a lot more, than I could ever dream of. I’ve learned a lot about “real” history through their eyes) I used to hang out a lot with both set’s of Grandparent‘s. I spent half of my summer’s with my step-momma’s grandparents, and the other half with my Daddy’s Momma.
Believe it or not, I learned so much from both set’s of Grandparents. In San Diego, I learned about the Beach, and hard working people. I had Uncle’s that took me under their wing. (who also kicked my butt when I needed it).
My Grandma Burwash tho, was the love of my life. She had so much grace and a VERY hard backbone and also worked very hard, that to this day I like to believe that’s where I got my “motsy” from. (It’s where I got my love of homemade Chocolate chip cookies, and popcorn for Sunday night supper from). I spent a lot of time with her. While the Farmer helped me, (and no offense to him in any way) Grandma B. she taught me so much. She was the one to tell me about certain things in life. She was the one I talked to when I needed someone to talk to about stuff in life. When I was in Basic Training for the Air Force I called her and begged to come home. She told me straight up “Grow up my little one and do what is right”. (She lived to the ripe old age of 98).
She made me appreciate what was. I could listen to her for hours about what HER life was. I used to put me in place of her and really appreciate things I had. So, in honor of her, I guess, I’ve ALWAYS listened to older people.
I was a waitress at one time, and I had an older gentleman who came in everyday, and I waited on him. He always got the same thing everyday. I spent extra time with him, because he was interesting to me. His life, his thoughts and everything else. One day, he didn’t come in and I got worried, he didn’t have family close by, and I considered myself family. I worried about that man for a week until one day, a middle-aged gentleman came into the restaurant and asked for me. I went up to him and asked him, how could I help him. He responded to me “Thank you”…ohmm..ok…Then he told me, he was my favorite old guys son, Apparently my “old guy” had passed away, but he had told his son about me, and I had made a difference. Apparently I had made his Dad’s day when I waited on him, served him his meal and sat and chatted with him.
I’m not sure where this is going, except for Momma’s room-mate, Momma has been there for 4 months, and I have been to see Momma everyday. I have yet to see anyone visit her. This makes me sad.
I understand people get old and we cannot take care of them, but, excuse me….if we put them in a home can we not go visit them? SERIOUSLY…I would not be here today if my parent’s had not given me life, for me to turn my back on them when they need me, HELLO… I cannot understand people who put their loved one’s in a Nursing home and then FORGETTABBOIT.
When my kids were growing up, and it was Halloween, or even just a down Sunday, we would go to the Nursing home and visit people. I didn’t have to know them, I would just start a conversation with them. I can remember many a smile from an older person and a BIG thank you for just spending a few minutes with them.
I’m not judging anyone, I am merely expressing my opinion on a situation I really don’t like. There are plenty of people in Nursing Homes, and sometimes, when they arrive there they don’t ever see any family members again, unless it’s Christmas or some sort of Holiday. This truly bugs me.