Friday, September 30, 2022

SATURDAY STORY, OCTOBER 1, 2022, GOTTFRIED QUAAS

 SATURDAY STORY, OCTOBER 1, 2022, GOTTFRIED THE GREAT




On Saturday I write fiction.  Two weeks ago I started on Gottfried Quaas of Thuringia - locally known as Gottfried the Great. 


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To Date: (the dates are my publishing dates)

On September 17 Gottfried joined the Thuringia Army (who marched to Heckendorf seeking to draft men into the Army.)

On September 24 Gottfried settles into the Army in Gera, Thuringia Providence, Germany

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All during October,  Bruno Schneider and Karl Keinung harassed Gottfried.  It was kind of a tradition for the longer enlisted men to haze the new men in the unit.  It would be little things - like hiding his shaving kit, short sheeting his bed, putting mud on his boots after he polished them to a spit shine.  Gottfried had been told to expect this by  Dietrich Schroeder, and Hans Krause.  Captain Oster turned his head as long as it wasn’t too out of line.


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During the last week of October, a bridge over the Muhlgraben River collapsed and the army barracks at Gera were to help rebuild it.  


The water was cold and fast.  The Muhlgraben River at this point wasn’t very large, but the bridge was for the Erfurtstrasse, a major road in Gera.  Gottfried and Bruno Schneider were in the water in waders working on getting the foundation solid for a new bridge. 


But, Bruno lost his footing and splashed into the cold water.  Immediately Gottfried put down the boulder he was setting in place and reached out for Bruno.  But, Bruno was already out of reach.  Gottfried yelled to the others on the crew - “Throw me a rope”.  Immediately Dietrich Schroeder threw a rope at Gottfried.  


Making a lasso, Gottfried threw it expertly to Bruno - yelling “Catch the Rope, Bruno”.  But Bruno didn’t hear Gottfried.  He had grabbed a log floating in the stream and was struggling to hold on to it.  


Gottfried taking small, but safe and secure steps moved towards Bruno.  As he walked he coiled up the rope again.  Now, about 10 feet away, he tossed the lasso and just like roping a steer back on the farm, got the big man.  He held the rope taut as he slowly walked toward Bruno.  As Gottfried got next to Bruno, he lifted him up.  They could stand at the bottom of the stream.  Gottfried had Bruno climb onto his back and slowly worked his way to the nearest bank and put Bruno on the grass.  


Bruno was soaked and cold but was safe.  The rest of the crew ran up to pick up Bruno and wrapped him in some burlap sacks they had been using to lower rocks and boulders.  Dietrich brought a horse and Dietrich and Gottfried put Bruno on the horse and Dietrick led the horseback to the barracks where others stripped him of his cold, wet clothes and put him by the fire to warm up.  


Gottfried was hailed as a hero, but he wasn’t done yet and went back to the bridge building and they lowered about 30 boulders into the stream to make for a pillar to anchor the new bridge.  


When the crew went back to the barracks, Bruno, now warm and cozy, hugged Gottfried and shouted, “Thank you my friend”, and then whispered to Gottfried - “You saved my life, and I’m sorry I’ve harassed you.  I won’t do it again”.


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For the Christmas holidays, the troops were dismissed to go home to their families.  There were three men who didn’t have families to go home to, and they stayed in Gera.


Gottfried headed back to Heckendorf.  He had written a letter almost every week since he left home in October, and the family was ready for his furlough, and he was too.


He rode his horse back to town, arriving on Wednesday, December 20th.  He stayed until Friday, December 29th.  But, on December 20th, a watch was placed along the road from Gera.  Jakob Hoffman’s farm was the first place Gottfried passed coming to Heckendorf.  As soon as Jakob saw Gottfried on the snowy road, he fired a rifle shot.  That would be heard around the town and on the Quaas farm.  


The Quaas farm looked kind of quiet as Gottfried rode up to the barn to put Donner in the barn.  Donner seemed to remember his stall and headed there.  His youngest brother, Gottlieb was there, seemingly not expecting Gottfried, and gave his brother a big hug!!  


“We didn’t expect you until later in the week” Gottlieb lied.  “I think Mom might still have some supper left.  I’ll take care of Donner.”


Gottfried turned to the house.  Nobody seemed to have noticed a traveler in an Army greatcoat coming into the yard.


But, as Gottfried opened the door, all the family was there to greet him and hug him.   His younger sister Sophie was the first, hugged him the hardest, and planted kisses on his cheek.


The whole family was there, as well as most of the neighbors.  Gottfried was tired after riding all day, but that fatigue dropped away quickly as his mother, father, siblings, and neighbors surrounded him.  Somebody handed him a beer, and he realized he was thirsty.  The beer soothed his throat.  


It had only been three months since he left Heckendorf - and yet it seemed like it was ten years since he was under this roof.  


Peter Schulte and Magdalena Fleur got engaged, Heidi Krause broke her arm, Marian Klug died, Marc Weaver was born, and everybody was three months older.


The food was sumptuous, the mood was jolly, and the night was amazing. By midnight, most of the neighbors had gone home, and even at the Quaas house, some of the younger children had gone to bed, or like little Luke fallen asleep in Oma’s arms.


Christoph Quaas stood up and said, “As the patriarch of this family, we’ve had a fantastic evening welcoming Gottfried home.  But, I’m going to bed”.


The remaining family laughed and with some last hugs went off to bed!!!


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The next days flew by.  Gottfried helped milk the cows, helped cut and split the wood to keep the house warm during the winter, and even took over the mucking of the stables so Gottlieb could take a break.  


On Christmas eve, the family went to Midnight Mass at St. Stephen’s church.  On Christmas Day, they sang songs and hymns (including Stille Nacht (Silent Night), and O Tannebaum).  Gottfried had some toys he had whittled during the evenings at the barracks in Gera.  [Author’s note - the giving of gifts was much simpler and based on love, not obligation].  


It snowed heavily on the 26th of December, and Gottfried and the boys shoveled, but after the storm, the toboggans came out and the family laughed and went down the hills with their neighbors.


On Saturday, December 30, 1843, Gottfried left his house and family again to go to Gera and the Thuringia Army.



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The army garrison at Gera was called up to Erfurt, Thuringia in January 1844.  Erfurt was the capital of Thuringia and the home of King Mallory.  Gottfried had heard of King Mallory but didn’t know much about him.  


It took the Gera squad two days to get to Erfurt with their horses, wagons, and provisions.  January is a cold month in eastern Germany and the men were dressed warmly.  The horses missed their warm stalls, and the men missed their warm bunks.  Fortunately, there hadn’t been much snow yet as they covered the snowy roads.  


In Erfurt, they met up with six other garrisons from around Thuringia.  King Mallory wanted to unite his forces and invade Saxony in the spring with the hope of uniting Thuringia and Saxony provinces. 


The combined army of Thuringia was about 500 soldiers - not large by most country standards.  Many were like Gottfried, farm boys who wouldn’t inherit the family farm as they had elder brothers who would get the farm.  They were generally good men.  Gottfried was identified as a potential officer and he was separated out with ten others for leadership training.  The Commander in Chief was King Mallory, who showed up to inspect the troops on the third day they were all together in Erfurt.


The men stood at attention as the King, and General Lange walked around the troops, noticing men whose uniforms didn’t fit properly, whose boots were not polished to a shine, and who were not fully at attention.  Even Gottfried got stiff as the troops stood at attention, barely moving for an hour.  One man from Kranichfeld fainted, but the others were not to notice but kept strict discipline.  Gottfried felt bad for the man.  He thought maybe he was the one that drank too much beer the previous evening.  


Gottfried was noticing King Mallory as he walked through the troops.  He seems antsy. Was he nervous about invading Saxony?  


As King Mallory and Captain Oster passed by Gottfried, the king asked Captain Oster “Who is this man?”


Captain Oster replied “Gottfried Quaas, from Heckendorf, Sire”.


The King continued, “What duties have you assigned him?”


The Captain replied, “He mucks out our stables and takes care of our horses.”


The King thought, and said, “Hmmm, interesting”.  


They moved on, Gottfried wondered what the king was thinking and what did the long hmmm mean?  


*****

For the next month, the Gera garrison made Erfurt their home with the rest of the Thuringia army.  


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To be continued.



Thursday, September 29, 2022

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 2022 - PHILOSOPHY

 FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 2022 - SPIRITUAL THOUGHTS





Watch out - I’m selfish.


I was thinking this morning that I really am selfish.  Maybe not is big overt ways - but in subtle ways.  And, maybe forgetting others.  


I was going to the grocery store.  And, what selfish things I wanted:


First I wanted a good parking spot.  Yes, I walk about five miles most days, so I could park farther away and get a nice walk to the store - but NO - I have to drive up a couple of aisles because I saw a close parking place two aisles over.  (Yes, I can rationalize that - I’m 75 and a senior citizen - I “deserve” a close parking place!!!).  


Second, I want the shortest checkout lane.  Actually, I generally go through the self-checkout lane - the lines aren’t so long.  After all, my time is SO valuable that I must be home quickly!!!


And, of course, going through the store I am very selfish.  Yes, I need food to keep my body going.  And, yes, I generally get the store brand (that is the cheapest brand).  But then my brain (Satan) starts whispering “You’ve been good this week, get yourself some candy, pick up the giant jar of peanut butter - you “deserve” it!!!  Then, I think I should get some ice cream - it tastes so good (and justification - it has calcium) and cools and soothes your throat.  


And I can even be judgmental.  As I’m waiting for the self-checkout, I notice a man with maybe 25 items in his cart.  I’m thinking “CAN’T HE READ?”  The self-checkout says “Ten items or less”.  What’s wrong with these people?


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Okay - I know (and have quoted frequently) “Love is patient, love is kind (1 Corinthians 13:4a) 


I can walk in from farther out!!  I can wait patiently in the checkout lane. “(Love)  it keeps no record of wrongs.” (1 Corinthians 13:5c).


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I’ve devised a way not to be a ‘road rage’ person.  


That guy who zoomed around me, who was speeding and weaving in and out of traffic - he isn’t being a jerk.  He just got a phone call that his mother (who is on life support) is in her last moments of life and he needs to get to the hospital before they take her off life support, to tell her how much he loves her, and what a great mom she has been.  (Or, alternatively, he just got a call from work that his wife went into early labor and should be delivering their first child in the next half-hour).


Can I ‘rationalize’ that the person who takes the handicapped parking spot, or is taking their own sweet time at the checkout lane is okay and doesn’t need me to judge them?  Don’t I exclaim “Love Wins” and then I don’t always love others?


“Go the second mile, give your shirt to one who doesn’t have one, give a drink to a thirsty person, give a meal to the hungry” - but no - I COME FIRST!!!  


Who am I to want to be first, the one who wants to win the grocery store race?  Get honest with yourself Karen.  Don’t be a jerk!!!


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“A slip is not a fall”.  


I remember a sign like that from the past.  It was referring to dieting (I think) implying that if you are dieting and you go out to eat with a friend, you can eat anything - not just a plain lettuce salad. 


Yes, I look in the mirror and see that I’m still a work in progress.  


I’ve written about having too much ego and trying to be humble - and - whoosh - there I am - ego bursting out, humility forgotten.  


But, you can be reassured, that when I become perfect, I’ll let you know!!!  (Just don’t hold your breath waiting for the announcement).


Yes, Karen - LOVE WINS - and Karen, you still have a long way to go to be a truly loving person!!!


LOVE WINS!!

Karen White, September 30, 2022, © 


Wednesday, September 28, 2022

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 2022 - SENIOR LIVING - IV


This week, I’ve been writing about my first year as a Personal Care Assistant at a Senior Living facility.  


Today I’m writing about the memory care unit.


From my limited experience in the past, memory care has to be draining for the staff and for the residents.


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During my training when I shadowed other personal care assistants, I visited the memory care unit.   My trainer and I sat outside next to her resident.  We talked casually about the job and the resident just sat there.  


Later at dinner, one of the residents (I think she might have been new to the floor), “dressed for dinner” - with her pearls and lipstick.  But, she overdid the lipstick and she looked like a circus clown.  I felt sorry for her.  Since then, she has become a friend.


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Fast forward, my resident who has been a Mensa person, an artist, and had a stroke was relocated to the memory unit.  (She had developed incontinence and needed help with adult diapers and cleaning herself).  That was about eight months ago, and I visited her generally twice a week.  I try to do an activity.  Early on, since she was an artist, I got art books from the public library, and I tried to do some easy crafts.  I had printed coloring pages but she didn’t like coloring.  I got some 100-piece jigsaw puzzles but she didn’t like doing the puzzles.  When she discovered the checkerboard, we found an activity that she can play that keeps her thinking and she enjoys.  


I remember the resident who was largely ignored by the caregiver when I shadowed a caregiver.  My brain rebelled.  These are people, yes, their memory might be gone, but their humanness is still there.   


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About two months ago there was an incident.  One of the two men on the floor “lost it”.  He came out of his room at dinner time and thought all of the residents were in his house.  He was yelling “Get out of my house.  I didn’t invite you.  Why are you eating my food? ".  He was walking around and unhappy.  


On my last visit, a lady came to me in tears.  “I have to get home to my husband, can you help me?”.  Tough question, how should I respond?  “I am so sorry, I can’t get you home.  You’ll have to ask the manager?”  


Another resident can be critical of others.  But, most just sit - resigned to the fate that they are locked in and never getting out.  


One resident followed me to the locked door (I have a code to get in or out).  She wanted to go visit her parents who were coming for a visit.  (I’m assuming her parents are dead).  Her brain wanted out of the space - wanted freedom - and her lie was her creation to get out.  


Another watched the exit door carefully and as a person came in and before the exit lock turned red, he got out.  Three staff members went out to get him and return him.


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I’ve known of dementia/Alzheimer's people in the past.  I know a lady, living in her own home, who took a walk every day and one day just couldn’t find her way home.  Now most of us at some point or another get lost.  But this lady just wandered until she couldn’t walk anymore.  A friend saw her and took her home.


Aging is not much fun - losing our thinking skills, losing our bodily functions, falling, and being confused are common.  Several of my residents are ready for God - however, they view Him/Her/It/The Force.   I know of one who has seemingly abandoned God.  They have a weekly worship service in the memory care ward, but she doesn’t attend.  Her daughter said she was active in a church at one point in time but somehow lost her faith.  (Or maybe she still has faith, but has lost acceptance of preachers and ministers.)


On my last visit as they finished off their dinner, I started to sing.  I sang “I know an old lady who swallowed a fly, I don’t know why she swallowed that fly, perhaps she’ll die” (with all the verses); then the Farmer in the Dell, They seemed to enjoy the fun of singing silly songs.


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I try to bring light, happiness, and love when I visit my resident in the memory care unit.  The picture is from last Sunday when I made headbands for my resident, myself, and one other resident.  I blow up balloons - and then let them go flying around the room, or let the air squeak out as I stretch the opening.  We’ve done paper airplanes, origami, valentine’s cards for my resident’s family, a mobile of her family, and paper chains (orange and black for Halloween, red and green for Christmas) to decorate her room.  One thing that seems to be missing is fun.  Can I bring fun to those abandoned by society and who have lost their memories?  


I’m thinking of the upcoming Halloween.  How can I (we) make this a fun event?  Can we have cheap (or free) costumes and decorations?  


I say “We are all made in the image and likeness of God”.  That implies that we are all God’s children - whether we are sane, able-bodied kids, or filled with dementia and thoughts of death.  


Love wins - even with those who have lost love, to those who no longer can understand love.  


If you can visit some senior friends this week it would be great - and if you know somebody with dementia, be patient and love them!!!


LOVE WINS!!!


Karen White, September 29, 2022, ©  

 

Tuesday, September 27, 2022

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 2022 - SENIOR WORK - CONTINUED

 WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 2022 - SENIOR WORK - CONTINUED




This week I’ve been writing about my one-year anniversary as a “Personal Care Assistant” at a senior living complex.  Today some of the issues.


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DEATHS


During this year, two of my former residents died.  One of them was more significant as she was one of the first residents I met.  She was a very pleasant, gracious lady, 96 years old.  Early on she confided to me (and probably to anyone she met) that she was ready to “go home”.  She didn’t like to sit still and I’d see her roaming around the halls before I stopped to remind her of her medications - and again as I was finishing my shift she would be walking around.  I prayed with her a few times.


She had a fall and after the fall she was assigned to the memory care unit.  And, within two weeks in the memory care unit, she died (and her wish to “go home” was met).  


Another lady I sometimes visited went into hospice care and died quickly after.  I didn’t know her as well. 


MOVES

Three of my residents moved out of the facility.  One lady went berserk.  I visited her and her husband and before long she was babbling about seeing things.  She went into a secure memory unit (not belonging to this facility).  I see her husband as I pass through the cafeteria and say “hi” to him every time I can.  


The second was a man in his 90s - who had (seemingly) become an alcoholic after his wife’s passing.  One day as I stopped to remind him of his medications, he was on the floor and couldn’t get up.  He was a substantial man (that is, he was too heavy for me to pick up).  He had rehab, and coming back to this independent living facility, he fell again and was moved to a veterans affairs senior site.  


The third was a lady who seemed to have withdrawn from life.  Another resident said she was ‘always’ involved in a lot of activities and then just pulled back.  When I visited her twice in the evening (she had so many pills that I was to visit twice) she was almost a recluse.  I was to bring her dinner from the dining room.  Seemingly she had been one of the real estate leaders in the area before retiring.  She moved to a different facility.  I’m not sure why, other than that she and her daughter were very close and the daughter seemed to have a lot of influence over her.


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COMMENTS:

(I’ll have more comments tomorrow)

I’ve written in the past about “Waiting for Godot” - basically waiting for God.  How does one live out the final years of his or her life?  


Hebrews chapter 4 talks about “entering into God’s Rest”


(Three snippets from Hebrews 4 about entering God’s rest)


“Therefore, since the promise of entering his rest still stands, let us be careful that none of you be found to have fallen short of it


“Therefore since it still remains for some to enter that rest, and since those who formerly had the good news proclaimed to them did not go in because of their disobedience”


“Today, if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts.”


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I don’t know and don’t understand death, eternity, and infinity.  But I “believe” there is something more.  Not all people do - and I can only ‘believe’ for myself.  They might be right, I might be right, or others might be right!!!


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But, whatever is ahead, I also believe there is a moral obligation to honor our seniors.  If we ALL are made in the image and likeness of GOD - maybe the mentally handicapped child or the 103-year-old senior are still in the image and likeness of God, just like the CEO making 20 million dollars a year.  


I have learned from the folks I work with at this senior facility.  The lady I spend two hours with twice a week is special, as is the alcoholic man (above), or the crazed lady (above).  


The body is one aspect of our life.  I need to take care of it.  But, yesterday, I ate ice cream, fried chicken nuggets, and French Fries!!  There was a day in the past week I only walked two miles.  I am trying to avoid diabetes, dementia, falling, hardening of the arteries, stroke, heart attacks, and cancer - but the reality is - Karen White is going to die someday.  It might be today - or it might be in 30 years.  How do I want to spend that time? 


For me at age 75, how I spend my time is probably different from how I will spend my time at age 95.  Will I still be writing a daily blog at age 95?  Will I still be walking five miles a day at age 95?  Will I be living independently at age 95?  Will I be able to read, write, think, act at age 95?  (Will I be playing my tuba at age 95?)


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Tomorrow a look at the dementia memory care unit.  


LOVE WINS!!

Karen White, September 28, 2022, Senior Living, © 


Monday, September 26, 2022

TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 2022 - MORE ON MY FIRST YEAR AS A CAREGIVER

 TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 2022 - MORE ON MY FIRST YEAR AS A CAREGIVER




This week marks my first anniversary as a Personal Care Assistant at a senior facility.


As I see it, facilities like this have four options:  independent living, assisted living, memory care, and skilled care.  The definitions are something like this. 


 Independent living means the person can largely take care of themselves.  Many use walkers (and a few have motorized carts) to get around.  Almost all are in the 80s or 90s (with a few of 100 or more).  They can get from A to B; they can do most things on their own - like showering, eating, and regular activities.  This facility has a nice cafeteria so residents don’t have to cook.


Assisted Living means that the resident needs some additional help.  Might need help with showers, maybe some physical therapy, and might have some major health problems.  Almost all will be using walkers or motorized carts.


Memory care is a pleasant term for people with dementia or Alzheimer’s.  


Skilled care is basically a nursing home - for those who need nursing care during the day.  


Across these categories is hospice - with those that have indicated that they are dying and to be allowed to die with dignity.

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INDEPENDENT LIVING.  

This facility has a large independent living group.  There are many activities for these seniors - a choir, movies, art club (and facilities), putting green, swimming pool, walking trail, two exercise rooms, two libraries, jigsaw puzzles, chaplain, transportation to doctor’s offices, community events, shopping, movies and more.


There are activities almost every day - including “bean bag baseball”, and golf putting competitions.


After my training, I had one two-hour period with one lady (more on her below) - that included taking her to dinner (and I ate dinner as well for $2). Then six medication reminders - 10 minutes each, then a man for an hour. (Note, the dinners for $2 were awesome, and … alas I enjoyed them too much and gained about 40 pounds!!  I have stopped eating them and have been walking more!!!)


Of those six medication reminders, they generally are in a locked large pill container.  The container has a three-digit code.  The concept is that “Mom” forgets if she took her pills or not.  So, in the past, she might think - ‘yes, I’ve taken my pills today - when she hasn’t; or ‘I haven’t taken my pills today - and she then takes them again (after she took them earlier in the day).  It also is a quick ‘meet and greet opportunity where they get somebody stopping by their room. (By the way, the rooms are really apartments - and are quite nice).  


Once a week a nurse comes around and fills the medication pill box.  As a caregiver, I take the pill box (once I’ve opened it), tip the appropriate day and time (like Tuesday, evening) into a cup or saucer, and hand the saucer to the resident and get them water to wash the pills down.  Caregivers are not to touch the medications - only nurses and medical staff can touch medications.  


My hour-long appointment is with a gentleman that has swelling in his legs.  I put compression pads on his legs and attached them to a machine that alternates pressure in different parts of his legs.  I also do dishes and some light chores for him.  Plus give him his pills.  This is bordering on ‘assisted living’ but he refuses to move out of independent living - if it is up to him.  (This also happens in the morning with other caregivers.)


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My two-hour appointment is fun.  Her family wants to keep her thinking and challenged.  She was (is?) a MENSA individual (high IQ society) but seemingly had a minor stroke at some point that affected her talking.  She can talk a little and can respond to direct questions (yes and no are the best questions).  If asked “do you want a salad, soup, or fruit plate” at dinner you might not get a quick answer.  


She was an artist and an art teacher.  (I found some of her work online).  


When I visited her first while shadowing an existing caregiver, she was watching television for the first hour of our visit and then going to dinner.  The existing caregiver said that sometimes she liked to play gin rummy.  So, when I took over the responsibility of being her caregiver, we played gin rummy.  (Not always successfully as I looked over her card and discarded something I had she could use and pick up from the discard pile - and she might or might not notice!!).


Eight months ago she was moved from independent living to memory care.  She had gotten incontinent and needed help changing her adult underwear.  I tried more activities - like coloring pages and other artwork.  At 96 years old, her motor skills were a bit atrophied. I also got art books from the library that we read - and she liked the books with impressionist paintings.  


Somehow, one day a checkerboard was set up and she wanted to play checkers.  WOW - she is actually a very good checker player.  It is challenging enough and gets her thinking.  There might be times when I have to give her some help - or make a stupid move - but rarely.  She seems to be thinking her way through the game.  


We also do some arts and crafts.  Last week we made headbands.  We’ve had ‘hat day’, ‘scarf day’, and valentine’s day.  I’m already thinking about what we can do for Halloween!!!  I don’t want to make her a witch or something wicked and have an idea.


I still take her to dinner - where I can cut up her food and help her with eating.  (She is now 96 and this helps her).  


Her family loves having me work with her.  They love that we are doing more than just watching television.  We’ll have more on her tomorrow as I talk about the memory care unit.


I have gotten to love and appreciate “my” people (yes, I’ve adopted them).  


I’ve cut back to working two evenings a week - plus symphony rehearsal and Bible Study, and then the occasional concert on weekend evenings.  This seems to be a good mix for me.  I feel wanted and needed. But there are times I feel inadequate.  I’d like to spend more time with some of the people, talking about their lives and experiences - and LOVING THEM!!


Yes, LOVE WINS!!!  And Loving older people in a senior living facility is a blessing to me, and (I think) a blessing to them.


Karen White, September 27, 2022, © 



Sunday, September 25, 2022

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 26, 2022 - SENIOR WORK

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 26, 2022 - SENIOR WORK



(The image is NOT the facility where I am working - just a random image on the Internet)


Tomorrow marks one year that I have worked at the Senior Independent Living Center.  It actually comes as a bit of a surprise that I have lasted a year - and enjoyed it!!!


First - if you don’t read this blog regularly, you know I don’t have a television (okay, not true - I do HAVE a television - a friend gave me one - and I have never gotten it connected to stations!!!).  So I need something to fill my time.  I try to walk five miles every day.  I write every day.  I am on my computer (and phone) every day.  But, my nights were sometimes depressing.  


Second - while I volunteer and do other activities (bridge, driving seniors who no longer drive, granny basketball, music), the idea of doing something for a little money appeals to me.  Yes, inflation has hit; yes, my electric bill is high from running my air conditioner; yes, I’d like to give more to my charities; yes, there are some things I’d like; so yes, I’d like some money.


Third - I don’t want to work full time, I tried and couldn’t find a teaching job with one class in math or information systems, so I wanted a part-time job.


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I’m actually not quite sure how this company found me.  I didn’t apply, but I did fill out an online application - and applied for a similar job (and was told I didn’t meet their expectations).  I got an email asking if I was interested and if could I come for an interview - I emailed back - ‘sure’.


I interviewed - and got the job.


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I am a “Personal Care Assistant”. I mostly remind residents to take their medications.  I am not a nurse (although I have told some people that I am a doctor).  


I started with three evenings a week - Sunday, Wednesday, and Thursday - generally from 3:30 to 8:00.  I have been as much as five evenings a week (throwing in Monday and Friday nights) - keeping Tuesday night free for symphony rehearsals and Saturdays free for concerts and Oktoberfest.  


In February, an ice storm threatened to close Georgetown and the surrounding area down, so two of us volunteered to stay overnight and work both the evening and morning shifts. That was interesting.  They had an empty room and I got a cot and my co-worker got the bed.  (I later said it was a leftover World War II cot, and she said the bed was not at all comfortable).  


 I have done mornings only a few times. 


I think I am a (small) revenue-generating aspect of the business.  Although this is a non-profit group, it does need income to cover expenses.  I don’t know the data, but I’m guessing that I probably make the company maybe $20 to$40 for an evening of service.  (I could be way off on that!!!)


The revenue (I think) comes from the families of the residents - who know that Mom (or Dad) is a little forgetful and having somebody stop by their room and remind them to take their medications (and stay there until they do take their meds) keeps them on track for medications plus gives Mom (or Dad) a daily visit from a human being.  (Note - probably 80% or more of our residents are female)


Being honest (and I try to be honest).  This wasn’t my training, this wasn’t my background.  I was a professor - my environment was college students - not 90-year-old people.  So, the surprise that they hired me was real.  


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I shadowed an existing caregiver for a week then I took over.  There was one person I didn’t want to serve.  Not that she was scary - no, she is loving and very nice, but because of what I needed to do.  She needed to use a nebulizer and I would have to clean and disinfect that device.  What if I got it wrong?  She was one of the original residents and has the walking trail around the campus named after her.  I have helped her a few times over the year, but she does have a regular care assistant.


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When I interviewed, I told the hiring manager I was a transgender woman (at times it is very obvious - not many 6 foot 2 inch ladies running around in the senior living facility.  Most accepted me.  One lady called me over to her table after dinner and asked me point blank why I was becoming a woman.  (I already was a woman).  


I also asked for the week before Thanksgiving off when I interviewed so I could go to my sister’s house for Thanksgiving.  That was approved before I started and that was good as I think many people have to cover my shifts for me!!!


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In the next few days, I’ll write about my experiences and observations of working in a senior facility.  I will also write of working in the memory care unit (aka - dementia/Alzheimer's unit).


Yes, it has been a good year - at times a great year and at times I was on the verge of quitting.  


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I am also “paying back” (or is it “paying forward”).  My parents were in assisted living for the last years of their life and my sister regularly visited them and helped them.  I now understand the great things she did for my wonderful parents.  (I was too busy with my own life - and my own ego)!!


And, it gave me insights into what might be ahead of me - now at age 75 - will I end up in senior housing?  Will I end up in assisted living or in the memory care unit?  

And, even more, I learned that LOVE WINS!!


Karen White, September 26, 2022, © 



 

Saturday, September 24, 2022

SUNDAY FUNDAY - SEPTEMBER 25, 2022

 SUNDAY FUNDAY

SEPTEMBER 25, 2022




THE FALL EDITION


Ah, tis fall - autumn - the transitional time between summer and winter.  The time that the heat of summer is forgotten.  I think (hope?) those days with temperatures over 100 are over for this year.  In the forecast, there are nights with temperatures in the 60s!!  You might be able to turn your air conditioning off for a while!!


MEMORY

For thirteen years I lived in Southern Connecticut.  In less than two hours, I could be in Vermont - and be a “leaf peeper”.  The little villages with the white-steepled churches, and colorful trees are real.  The valleys rich in red, orange, and yellow are real.  The charm of Vermont and New Hampshire in the fall is also real.


One feature of Vermont and New Hampshire that was inspiring was covered bridges.  There are over 140 covered bridges in Vermont, but New Hampshire has only 54 bridges.  


Here are some pictures (sorry, I couldn’t find the ones I had taken).








FALL JOKES


  1. What do farmers wear under their shirts when they’re cold? A har-vest.

  2. How do trees get on the Internet? They just log on.

  3. What can a whole apple do that half an apple can’t do? It can look round.

  4. ​​Why shouldn’t you tell a secret in a cornfield? Because the corn has ears.

  5. How do you fix a broken pumpkin? With a pumpkin patch!

  6. What happened when the turkey got in a fight? The stuffing was knocked out of him.

  7. What is it called when a tree takes some time off? Paid leaf.

  8. What kind of music did the Pilgrims listen to? Plymouth Rock.

  9. Why does Humpty Dumpty love autumn so much? Because he had a great fall.

  10. Why did the pumpkin lose the boxing match? He let his gourd down.

  11. What do lumberjacks shout at the start of fall? Sep-timberrrrrr!

  12. Why do trees hate going to school in the fall? Because they’re easily stumped.

  13. What’s the best band to listen to in autumn? The Spice Girls

  14. What did the leaf say to the other leaf? I’m falling for you.

  15. Why do birds fly south for the fall? Because it’s quicker than walking.

  16. Why did the tree decide to start taking art classes? She wanted to branch out.

  17. What’s the biggest fall phenomenon in Australia? The Great Barrier Leaf.

  18. ​​Why are trees so carefree and easygoing? Because every fall, they let loose.

  19. Why did the scarecrow win a Nobel Prize? He was outstanding in his field.

  20. What’s the best thing to put into a pumpkin pie? Your teeth.

  21. What do the leaves say before they hibernate? Rake me up when September ends.

  22. What happens when winter arrives? Autumn leaves.

  23. Why did the Jack-o’-lantern look after the pie? They were pump-kin.

  24. What is it called when a tree doesn’t think it’s autumn

  25. What’s the saddest side dish? Sweet potato cries.

MORE ABOUT FALL


Fall (Autumn) starts on September 22 at 2:21 (central time).  This is when the sun is exactly over the equator.  (I think that disregards the 8 minutes and 20 seconds it takes for sunlight to get from the sun to the earth).  


So, fall is always either September 22 or 23 - right?  

Wrong - Generally speaking, the autumn equinox always falls on either 22 or 23 September, but not always.


Because the Gregorian calendar is not quite in perfect symmetry with the Earth's orbit, the autumn equinox will very rarely fall on September 24. This last happened in 1931 and will next happen in 2303. (So, in 281 years from now, people will observe the first day of fall on Wednesday, September 24, 2303!!!  Wake me up to tell me if it happens!!!)


Equinox comes from the Latin equi (meaning equal) and nox (meaning night)


In the United States, fall has some automatic signals - the start of school, the new season for television shows, football returns, and harvest season. 


NATIONAL DAYS


National Daughters Day — September 25, 2022 (nationaltoday.com)

I know several of us have daughters - this might be a good day to call them and say “I Love You”!!


NATIONAL PANCAKE DAY - September 26, 2022 - National Today

Yup - time to make those Pumpkin Spice pancakes!!!  (And cover your stack of pancakes with oodles of syrup and butter!!!)


NATIONAL CHOCOLATE MILK DAY - September 27, 2022 - National Today

Hmmm - there weren’t many good choices for today.  I do like chocolate milk (and even more when I put some vanilla ice cream in it!!!


NATIONAL GOOD NEIGHBOR DAY - September 28, 2022 - National Today

I think I’m a good neighbor - and I get along well with my neighbors.  How about you?


National Coffee Day - September 29, 2022 (nationaltoday.com)

Some coffee shops are giving out free coffee today!!!  


​NATIONAL LOVE PEOPLE DAY - September 30, 2022 - National Today

I say “LOVE WINS” - I follow a Jewish Rabbi of the first century who said “Love your neighbor as yourself”, “Love your enemies”, and “Love one another”.  I like a quote “I can only love God as much as the person I love the least” (and I take that I can’t even dislike a person).


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WRAP-UP


I’m playing at the Walburg German Restaurant on October 15, 22, and 29.  Our group (the Brushy Creek Brass Band) plays German pieces at 7:00, and then Big Band pieces at 8:20.


The Central Texas Orchestra plays a matinee at the First Baptist Church in Round Rock on Sunday, October 16th at 3:00.  The program is “On Broadway”, with The Sound of Music, Oklahoma, Phantom of the Opera, Hamilton, Beauty and the Beast and more.  (You’ll enjoy it!!!)  The church is about a block west of Round Rock Donuts - in old “downtown” Round Rock - on highway 620 across from Golden Chick.


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LOVE WINS!!


Karen White

September 25, 2022