Some Old Lady

[chicmom]

Soooo sweet! She sounds delightful. Elderly people love to share....I think they get lonely and it makes their day when someone shows interest in them.......

You're a sweetie!

 

[Tanichca]

Thats great that you took the time to talk. I always find it beautiful when you find something incredible out about someone that everyone else has passed over.

Make sure to post the poetry on here

 

[hennyannie]

Laurajean, what a wonderful thing you listening to this womans stories and sharing them with us.I have come to wish I had a better memory so I could recite more stories from my "elderly friends" to my children later.I adore older folks like this, and enjoy hearing their life stories, I wonder if anything I am doing at 30 will be worth telling about later!LOL


I am reading a book called "Boy and going Solo." By Roald Dahl Now this guy had an interesting life.

 

[Elite Silkies]

What a wonderful thing you have given her

I have always had a soft spot for the elderly. When I was a kid, for my fun times I always walked to the nursing home and had several little old ladies there, that I spent my entire days with.

Never once while I was there, and I was there a lot! Almost everyday during the summer, and I never once seen any of their family members. At that age I always thought they were entertaining me and making me happy, little did I know, I was making their days brighter.

So many people look at the elderly has a burden, and seem to forget about them, when they deserve so much more.

 

[In His Service]

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[DuckLady]

Before I retired, I had a customer where I worked who was in his 90's . He didn't hear well and he spoke very softly with a very thick Scottish accent and he was very slow to tell you what he needed.
No one ever wanted to wait on him, so I did.

One day the subject of ducks came up (gee...

) and he told me that his mother had pet ducks and he loved the eggs. I brought him a dozen from my flock the next time he came in to the store. He had tears running down his face when he told me how much it meant to him and how memories long buried of his mother came back to him.

After that, I made sure he had plenty of duck eggs.

 

[danielle82]

sounds like you have a great new friend!

 

[dacjohns]

for Laura.

 

[thekid]

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[Laurajean]

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That makes me think of a very sad story. When I was in my early 20's, I was a PCA (personal care attendant) for an elderly couple. I lived in their house, had a bedroom upstairs, made their meals, did the house and clothes, and helped the wife with her bathing and personal needs. She was around 88 at the time and he was in his early 90's. Sadly, he was an active alcoholic even at that old age, and I would frequently need to bring him to the hospital. Anyway, the wife, Louise, had Alzheimer's, pretty bad. She had days and sometimes even moments where she had no clue who I was, and would be outright frightened, and other days she was very lucid and knew exactly who I was. During the time I lived there, her adult daughter, who she mentioned A LOT, Carol, never came to visit. As time passed and I grew close with Louise, she started calling me Carol. It tore me up that she assumed I must be her daughter because I was there caring for her. The husband made a few remarks here and there about her only waiting for their money. One time, the daughter did visit, out of the blue. She took them and me out to lunch. During lunch Louise became confused again and started calling me Carol, and asking me to help her cut her food. Her daughter leaned in and tried to help, and Louise said, "No! I want my daughter to help me". Carol got upset at this and said "I am your daughter!" And then Louise seemed to gain absolute lucidity for a moment and looked her straight in the eye and said "You never visit. She takes care of me, she's there every day, you never have been. She is more of a daughter to me than you will ever be". This upsets me even now writing that and reliving it in my head, it was awful. The daughter went home later and never did return. A year or so later the husband ended up putting himself and his wife in a home together and I stopped working for them. Amazing how long ago this was and it still bothers me talking about it.