This is a good discussion, with great issues and questions being raised. I not only like it a lot, I'm learning things.
There's hongfan with a giant fungus, can't tell you how much that scared me to death. A fungus among us.
That was interesting!
As far as how Rebekah acted at the funeral, people grieve in SO many different ways. You can't really come to any conclusion about them, after a while you have seen so many different ways of grieving. Lovely poem, Barbara, thank you for sharing it.
That was a beautiful essay on clothes and religious groups, Barbara, you really ought to write, or collect what you've been posting here into a book of essays for your grandchildren, these worlds we describe will soon be lost.
Thank you Jonathan, for this:
'You can see this is no observant home', he tells the author...'My son is a better Jew than me.' And then on the next page: 'It is a fact of life to be hurt by your children.' The son, it seems stays away and Shmuel and Rebekah never get to see their grandsons. I wonder what the rift was? We'll never know. I had missed this tho I now recall Rebekah missing her grandchildren since they moved there.
I would have really liked to have read Shmuel's Obituary but I can't do that, either since she's changed his name.
Ann, you are living the moving to a Retirement Center now! "One of my future plans is to be a volunteer helping to take the assisted living folks on their day trips. That's a day out for me,too! My brother has dimentia and last week he was taken to the Chilldren's Museum in Indy. My SIL went along and took lots of pics and sent them to me immediately. It was so nice to see all the folks having a good time."
That's you, that's vintage Ann, and that's why you shine wherever you are planted. I think the outings for dementia patients are extremely important. I remember our own Larry Hanna here on SeniorLearn, who used to go and play the piano for folks of reduced mental acuity, songs from their youth, which they loved. They do say now that music is one constant in helpful therapy.
Barbara, another moving post! I agree with the "lost their humanity" quote and that Shmuel is profound, and I agree with Bellamarie, that it's only chapter 1!!
Bubble, Margaret Drabble totally agrees with you on this statement:
I much prefer being in a younger surrounding if possible! She seems to feel it's the key, actually... I know I am energized being around my grandchild and children.
Then this, tho, how many times have we seen this
? You would not believe how the company of others, the entertainment, the meals he receive, all that made a drastic change. Now he dresses properly, shave, and wait on time downstairs for the transport to take him.
What happens in these circumstances? Does the person then feel that somebody cares about them? Is that it?
Bubble, we have another student originally from Africa in our Latin classes. How did you come to be in Israel? It's a shame that Myerhoff could not meet you or many of our folks here who have SUCH life experiences!
This is certainly true for me. It tires me to travel now, although I liked it very much in the past. I still wish I could go around the world and visit the many friends I have all over I wish you could too. Are you sure you can't? Travel IS tiring, whether you're in a wheelchair or not. I find that I can't do it the same way I used to, either, and I usually go by myself. I'm having to make concessions to age. I am not sure that's totally a bad thing. In fact I am almost positive it's not.
I mean, everything is slower. I WANT it to be slower. I want to take time and as they say, smell the roses. For instance, i have always walked slowly. I get a lot of grief over it, even today.
I remember a football game my husband and I went to at least 52 years ago and his having to stop and wait and stop and wait on the long walk from the parking lot. He finally said why are you walking so slowly? I'm still walking slowly but now I do everything slowly. I'm slow. Physically. That's OK, you notice people and things others don't. There's something to be said for it, there really is.
In travel, I used to be able to do Pompeii in a day. Nothing to it including at least 2 Necropoli. I won't tell you how much I saw this time, but I saw what I saw? I walked the streets. And they are putting in sidewalks. SIDEWALKS! If you've ever seen the pavement at Pompeii you know what a boon that is. I saw my first wheelchair last year in Pompeii. This year I saw many and I see alterations to accommodate those who can't do it alone. And I saw one woman in a scooter, have never seen that, going right over these rocks, in a determined manner. Here's an example of the pavement on the streets:
That's the way you get IN to Pompeii. But even that is beginning to change this year.
Even my youngest son who is in his 40's remarked with shock over the streets, they are very hard to walk on, even for him, but NOW sidewalks are appearing instead of dirt ruts where you have had to get BACK on that street and jump down shin high curbs to do it. My jumping off curbs is over. Do I miss it? Are you kidding?
I honestly feel like it speaks to you more when you don't run thru it.
I'm trying to say that it's OK to adjust your travel to yourself, and make adjustments for age. Having been reminded by one of our posters on this website that the stairs to the Tube (metro) at Victoria Station in London are killers and with a torn tendon in my leg I took a cab. Who does that? I did and I enjoyed getting there, too. Should have taken a bus but didn't think of it, maybe that's the selfish thing cropping out.
And I took my first bus in Sorrento, you can't help notice the kindness of the drivers, everybody is suddenly so KIND. In Rome I had gotten a week bus pass (highly recommended) and missed my stop. I got out at St. Peter's train station which is kind of a no man's land for where I wanted to go (the Basilica) and didn't know how to get back. I asked the driver who had gotten out of the bus because that's the end of the line and he got off to have a smoke. But people began to get on, too.
No English, very gruff. I said yes I missed my stop. He said get on. We rode around and got to Santa Spirito in Sassia, which is very close to the front of St. Peters where I stay but it went right on past. The entire area, I should mention, was blocked off for the Jubilee and there were police on every corner and more in the way of soldiers. But the routes were disrupted.
Suddenly the bus stopped. Just stopped, nowhere near a bus stop. The driver got out of his cab thing and came back to me. Qui (here) he said, and then waved his arm to the right and said Cinquanta. I have never ever seen a driver do that in 31 years. I don't know if I present a pitiful picture or if (as I suspect) the people of Italy are extraordinary kind to the elderly, I have certainly seen enough instances of it this trip, but I recommend Italy, strongly.
But I do feel, those of you who are still able to go, GO. You don't know what tomorrow will bring, go NOW, and enjoy it. There are some cruises you can do for almost nothing, save up and get on one, you will never forget it. Travel changes you, as I think Pat said, and for the better. Go now while there is a world open to explore. Italy is cheap and reasonable. Go on the off season and stay a week. It's cheaper than going to Ohio (no offense to Ohio) and might be, for some, a lot more meaningful. I hope to keep going, if circumstances permit, for many more years yet. If not, not, but I've enjoyed every single step. Even though, this year, I have apparently become one of the "elderly."