Daddy

My dad was born in the twenties, the youngest of two boys out on the family farm. He was  drafted when World War 2 was going on. We were told he had rheumatic fever and was discharged from the service not long after he was in.

As he grew up (wanting to get away from the cotton farm) he held several jobs, (this was after being released from the service) one being a hardware store where he met and married my mother. After they were married a short time, my grandparents needed help at the farm again so Mama and Daddy moved out to the farm.

Eventually all seven of us siblings came along. We all had a hand in picking cotton too over the years except for the last child, he was too young. Later we all moved into town after daddy had been diagnosed with diabetes and started to lose his sight.

One by one each child started getting married. By the time there were only three of us left, Daddy had lost his eyesight completely. We lost our father when  he was only fifty five years old.

Cars

Can you remember the first car you ever had? I inherited my grandfathers old black Ford car. The hood had caught fire at one time and the paint was gone. I named this car "Clunker"  because it had a terrible knocking noise in it when you drove it; later finding out it was the universal joint. 

When my grandfather drove this car he could be seen running over every curb when he turned corners. When I went for my first oil change the mechanic had a terrible time. By driving over all the curbs,  the oil pan had been smashed back. I was told that was the last oil change I would ever have. Needless to say I didn't have this car for very long.

Buddy

Buddy was one of our pets we used to have. You could swear this dog was smarter than some people. He was diagnosed with congested heart failure right after my mother-in-law was.

Buddy would look forward to walking with my husband everyday to check on his mother. Later my mother-in-law was confined to one of those mobility chairs. When Mike would go into the house he would tell the dog to "go take care of grandma, don't let her get out of her chair." Buddy would go over and park himself right in front of her chair and not move. If my mother-in-law didn't have her slippers on her feet, Buddy would run and get one and then the other to bring them to her.

When this beautiful dog died of a heart attack we were all devastated. He holds a very special place in our hearts.

Alden

Alden is the youngest of seven siblings in our family. Mama always said he was the tease of the bunch. Everyone knew my mother would scare easily. Alden would  be the one to always appear out of no where and scare her. She would jump a mile and let out a shriek to the delight of my brother. As a grown man he still likes
to tease from time to time.

Alden is now the father of three grown daughters and several grandchildren, including one great grand child. He ended up with one of the houses we grew up in and has completely remodeled the place with additions.

He has been running his own mobile home business for years.

Someone once teased Mama for naming her last child Alden. It was because she was "all-done having kids."

(The photo above was taken about six months ago of Alden and Mama.)

I have chosen to enter the theme posts this year, a first for me. (along with the A-Z Challenge.) 

 The theme I have chosen is "Family." This is a combination between my family and my husbands. Some are things that have happened to me.
Happy Blogging all!

The Challenge

Well, The A to Z Challenge is almost on us once again. I had a great time participating in it last year and decided I would do it again this year. I have met a few friends along the way, which is always a plus. I look forward to seeing their posts again this year as well. Happy posting to all of you out there!

Nursing Homes

Nursing Homes

It is just disgusting the treatment patients get in nursing homes. Recently my mother took a terrible tumble and broke her wrist. She had surgery where a plate was put in. Physical therapy was in order next to help her reuse her wrist and to strengthen her legs. The first place that was chosen was unbelievably horrible. I can see where a person would lose their dignity.

Thankfully she is now in a place much better. She seems happy and has already made many friends.

**Just a note here. Just because the place looks nice when you walk in the door, doesn't mean you get the best treatment. Too much being spent on appearances and not the patients is atrocious.