The not so good "news"

Got to thinking about some of the "crazy things that Barbara and I had done! Since she is on the downside list, I thought "Dwell on the fun times!" I particularly remember one Thanksgiving weekend when Tom with with me and Katie, his daughter had come for the weekend. Barbara called me on the Friday following Thanksgiving and told me that she was so bored etc. and was going to go up to Jackson Rancheria, a gambling house and did I want to go with her. I said, who else is going? She told me if I didn't go she was going alone! Now this was about 7:00 P.M. and dark, etc. I told her to llet me think it over. No way, Tom said, is Aunt Barbara going up there by herself. And he gave me $50.00 to spend and siad that should do it. I am not a gambler and never have been. I don't think I ever won anything in my life! So Katie asked me if she could make cookies while I was gone and Tom was going to help her so Barbara and I went to the Casino. It was my first time to Jackson Rancheria! I went through my $50.00 in nothing flat playing the quarter machines. So Barbara gave me $20.00 more and I sat there at this one machine and played and I never knew whether I had won or not, because I didn't cash out! Finally she came over and says, you've got $250.00 there! I decided that it wouldn't urt to play a few more games, and you guessed it I was down to $80.00! I told Barbara that I was through! I figured I had back my $50.00 and her $20.00. But she says well just let me play a few more games. She wasn't winning anything but thought she might hit the "one" jackpot. I sat and watched her play and I kept getting so tired, I thought, I'll go out in the lobby where I can lay down on one of the benches! Barbara said that she was almost through herself! When I was out there, it kept getting quieter and quieter and finally I asked the desk clerk what time it was. He said it's 1:30! I then asked him to page Barbara. She came tearing out and wanted to know what was the matter and I told her I'm tired and it's time to go home! She told me O.K. just let her cash out and she would be right out! Well at least a half hour later she came and we got the shuttle to take us to her car in the parking lot. We were chatting all the way home when all of a sudden she says "Why is that cop following us? I wasn't speeding!" Well we pulled over and this officer came over and asked politely "And where have you ladies been? As if I didn't know!" Anyway Barbara asked him why he had pulled us over and he said that when we had passed him he noticed that one of her wheels was acting funny and just wanted to tell her she had better find out what was wrong with it! I, in the meantime, could see us in the pokey for something or other! We were not far from home and the cop said we would be Okay but that he would follow us in case anything went wrong, which he did! I came in the house and here was Tom, practically pacing the floor with a "Where have you been" I told him "yes, Daddy, calm down and I'll tell you!!" Of course he did calm down but afterwards, I thought nobody's going to believe this!!!

Not too much good news....

But I got to thinking about the winters in Idaho and Washington. It was really fun as children to use our sleds and go flying down some hill only to fall off into the soft white snow! Then as I got older there were the sleigh rides. Someone would come up with a wagon or a big sleigh and it was full of hay. The boys and girls piled into it and then off we would go, singing the latests songs, laughing, once in awhile a sly "hand-squeeze" from some boy that you "kind of" liked! After some time, riding around for an hour, we would stop at someone's house for cookies and "yum! yum! Good hot chocolate! Then after maybe another hour of "partying" we would be dropped off at our respective homes! Then there were the taffy "pulls" Kind of messy and sticky but nevertheless a lot of fun! And a lot of work to pull the taffy into the good white, or pink taffy ropes. They then would be cut into pieces and of course everyone got some to take home! When Spring finally came we were ready for it but still the good times of winter lingered on!

Back to the Bracero program...

After Cappy was made the foreman of the Fowler farm labor camp and it was doing great! The Mexicans all liked him! And the farmers, too! He liked everybody and everybody liked him all his life! Anyway, he soon became a trouble shooter for all the different camps in the Valley area around Fowler! That really took him a lot of places! And since Lester Bert was getting older, I went with Cappy most of the time. It was interesting to say the least! One particular time, (I was telling Steve about it today) Cap Fahrney, who was working for the Farm Labor commission, called Cappy one morning and asked him to meet a train coming in from Mexico with about 200 men and they would need a lunch and someone to manage them until the camp manager could get out to a place called San Joaquin in the middle of nowhere and hot and dry, in the West side of Fresno County. Cappy came and got me and with Dominga, (the cook Cappy had hired, remember, when he first arrived in Fowler!)He told her that we had to have 200 liunches made to give to the men when they got off the train in Fresno! It would be lunchtime! So Dominga and I covered the tables in the cookhouse with paper and spread out 400 slices of bread! We then, with Cappy, put mayo and a leaf of lettuce on each one and a slice of bologna. We wrapped that in wax paper and put a piece of fruit in the bag! Now this was supposed to last them till they go to San Joaquin where they were supposed to be met with the new manager, a cooking staff, etc. Well, the Mexicans were put into a few trucks and off we went! They were happy with the lunches, etc. When we got to the labor camp, there was no one there, the gas hadn't been turned on for the stove, there were no lights, no food and 200 men that awaited a new home! Cappy asked me if I was afraid to stay there with them while he went into "town" to see what could be done about everything. He called Cap Fahrley from there and got permission to go ahead and do what was needed! In the meantime, I sat there and looked at all these men who could speak no English and I could speak no Spanish!!! What to do?? Finally, I saw a guitar or two in the crowd and asked them, "in sign language" if they could play the guitar nd sing!! "Oh, si, si!" nd so they began to play their guitars and sing. When Cappy got back, everyone was singing and clapping their hands to the music and really having a good time! Of course during this time, the Electric Co. came and hooked up the lights and the gas company came out and filled the "Butane" tanks with gas, etc. When Cappy came, he brought a lot of food that was easy to fix, chilis, eggs, potatoes, tortillas, tomatoes, onions, and whatever he could find in the small grocery store in town! He got a couple of guys to help do the cooking and he put on a huge kettle of beans to help with the Breakfast because it looked like we were there for the night! Then came the job of doling out cots and blankets, (the camp was a bunch of tent houses! We finally, I can't remember when got them all settled for the night. Then we put up a couple of cots for us in the cookhouse. About 2:00 A.M. in came three "Cooks?" as dead drunk as can be. I gathered up my blanket and headed for the car and Cappy went into the "office" to sleep!He woke up early to find these guys making pancakes for breakfast!!!! Talk about dumb!! Still half-crocked, etc. We had to wait around until the so called "manager" showed up! I was afraid when I looked at him that we might, or at least Cappy might have to go back that night! I don't know what happened after that! I do remember Cap Fahrney being very "upset?" at the whole crew out there! This was just one of the stories while Cappy was working at that job!!!

Why Los Banos???

When we lived in East Oakland and Bob, Dick and Bill were small, Dick came down with asthma! I can't remember how many trips that the Dr. made to the house. He told me that Dick had asthma and the best thing we could do for him outside of the medication he was giving him was to move to a warmer climate!!! It was usually damp and foggy in East Oakland. So, what to do? My sister Teresa, and her husband Hank wrote me a letter when they heard about it and invited the boys and me to come down to Torrance, Ca. where they lived to stay until Cappy could find work someplace around the Fresno area. He got word about this guy in Los Banos who was putting in a pipeline for water from a spring to take care of the cattle he had! So Cappy got the job! We were with Teresa and Hank a month! It was rough but Teresa was pregnant with her 4th child and I was told later that it really helped to have me there! But after Easter we moved to Los Banos into a housekeeping motel and since it was so small, Bob's Godparents were working for a big farmer in the area and he had housing on his place and he let us stay there until summer! Then we moved out to the ranch! There was a two bedroom house there and again-no electricity, and we didn't have much furniture. There were beds and a table and chairs in the kitchen of the place and an icebox and a wood stove. The boss gave us a milk cow, that I tried to milk, (had more flies than milk!!!) And he gave us a few chickens and there was a horse on the place. And even though we didn't own it there was a big Lassie-type dog! To say nothing of the lizards and snakes, besides the flies and a few other "animals"! Cappy's mother and father came to visit us for a few days and it was great to have Grandpa do the milking. We had a cream seperator in a small cellar. The kids had a ball playing outdoors and riding the horse and feeding the cow, etc. We even got a calf and were fattening it! One night when the in-laws were there we heard such a fuss in the chicken coop, and Cappy said, "there must be a skunk out there!" He grabbed his shotgun and the only one brave enough to open the door of the henhouse was Dick. Cappy gave me a flashlight and told me to hold it right on the door of the henhouse and he stood beside me and everytime he would get ready to tell Dick to pull open the door, I would flash the light on Dick or someplace else! The in-laws were outside too, taking care of the other two kids! All of a suddenn, Cappy yelled at Dick and I was able to shine the light into the henhouse! Cappy shot the skunk but not before it had perfumed all the chickens! Dick, as soon as he opened the door, got out of the way so it didn't get him!!! But Grandma Farnsworth said, (sound familiar?) "Quick we'll get all the feathers off those chickens and we'll cook them up tomorrow!" Gagging, but never the less that is what we did! The next morning, Grandma had put the chickens in a pot!! I don't think we ever got the smell out of the house! Naturally, we couldn't eat them, so Cappy dug a hole and buried the whole bunch of them the next day!!! We never did get any more chickens! We didn't stay very long on the ranch either because Cappy got sick and had to go to the hospital for a couple of days, so we decided after that long, long, summer to go someplace else and look for work and ended up in Fresno! There were several other "incidents" there at the ranch. I remember the wild cottontail bunnies that were such good eating and the wonderful cantaloupes from the nearest farmer, etc. I've had so many "fun" times it's hard to remember them all until I start writing and then another happening pops into my head! I need to be able to sit here all day long and write to get it all said! Bye now!!!

Boys will be boys!

I don't know why some boys (and girls) are more prone to accidents. When I acquired my son Lester Bert, (we called him Jimmy) he was already twelve years old. Had been with his father off and on quite a few years. Then came Bob, who wasn't terribly prone to accidents till he got in High school and felt he had to go out for sports! Broke his nose once I remember, playing football, but for all around clumsiness, or whatever, no one could beat Bill until Tom came along! I remember when he was pretty small the neighbor boy across the street told him he would give him a ride in a wagon. Pulled on the wagon and out went Bill, right on his head!!! Cried for awhile and I comforted him and it was some time later that we found out he had fallen on a board and had what seemed like a boil on his rearend! Said he couldn't sit down without it hurting! When I looked, he did have quite a sore! I pulled the skin from away from it and out came what I later described as a two-by-four sliver, popped out! We put some medicine on the sore and it healed up fine. Another time, when we lived on a place on a ranch about twelve miles out of Los Banos, Cappy decided to go and see if he could get a deer! His boss there was the victim of the deer eating all the grain that he wanted for his cattle. (this guy was a game warden, so Cappy had permission!) He, Paul, had bought a Jeep for us to use, I didn't really know all the ins and outs of driving and had no license but anyway, Cappy took us up to this meadow under some trees, where there was a spring for the kids to get a drink of water and then he walked up to the top of a ridge. He told me to keep an eye on the ridge and when I saw him wave his arms come up the road to the top of the ridge and pick him up! It seemed like he was gone quite awhile and the kids got restless, (I only had Bob, Dick and Bill at the time. Les had left hom and was working someplace or another!)I saw Cappy wave his arms and told the kids to get into the Jeep. Bill was sitting on the top of the seat, I guess in the back and I started the engine and without telling them to sit down, etc. started off! Bill fell off the back of the Jeep, again on his head!!! And I guess the third time is a charm! He fell out of a wagon again when he was about 6 or 7 and it happened the same way!!! He just wasn't paying attention to what was happening. He just sat in a wagon and let come what may!!! Okay, I'm off your back now Bill! Now Tom! Thats another story for another day!!

My sister Teresa..

I was telling you yesterday about my "fear" and dislike of animals. My sister, Teresa, on the other hand could handle anything. We, Dad that is, had just got rid of a bunch of cats when we were on the farm. (They were overunning the place!) Teresa comes in that afternoon with an apronful of kittens that someone had dumped up the road! And of course Dad let her keep them! She was very small at the time! We had along with Nellie, a very big work horse and even Dad was a little shy of him! But Teresa, NO! She would walk out into the pasture go right up to him, pet him, and climb up his leg and sit on his back and gently, without benefit of a rein, walk him to the barn. When she got there, he would stand and she would grab hold of the molding aover the door and he would walk in and she would jump into the hay!!! Absolutely fearless!!! Dad was so amazed when he saw her do that! He tried to caution her about the horse but she was not afraid of him and he, the horse, in his animal sense knew she couldn't or wouldn't hurt him!!!! Teresa was like a little fairy when she was small. Blond, blue eyed and so talented, etc. We, my sister Genevieve and I had a teacher in Wawawai who gave any of the students who desired, piano lessons. Genevieve and I took the lessons and Mother and Dad bought a second hand piano for us to practice on! Teresa wasn't even in school yet but when we would practice before school in the mornings she would stand and listen to us, It wasn't long before Mother heard her playing the very music that we had been playing! Mother watched her and she would go over to the piano stool and give it a twist or two so that she could reach the keys and then sit down and play the music! Mrs. Earl, our teacher then gave her and our cousin Betty (same age!) lessons! The first year that we had a recital, neither girl was in school yet! But Mrs. Earl wanted them in the recital! My aunt made her a cute little fluffy dress etc. and when it came time for her to play, she walked over to the bench, (there wasn't a stool for this piano.) Then she sat down facing the audience and gave herself a spin around and started playing! She didn't make one mistake!!! Real talent!!! In later years when she was going to school in White Pines, the County Music Director asked Mother if he could give her lessons (free) because HE said, he had never heard anyone her age play as well as she did!!! She is gone now almost two years! We still love you Teresa!

Animals and me!

For all of you who are animal lovers, SORRY!!! When I was about two Mother missed me and went looking for me. We had a large yard with a gate in the front of the house and she found me there with a great big, (her words, not mine) black dog standing over me licking me to death, (literally!) Mother said I had cried so much I was out of breath!! Since that time I have had a fear of any kind of animals!!! Oh, if a pup is quiet and somewhat friendly, I don't mind petting it and I once had a kitten who used to sit on my lap, very quietly and purr, while I rocked in my rocking chair But if it got up and started to walk around, down it went!!!My different kids at some time or other had a pet cat or dog but who wound up feeding it? You are so right! And every time I swore that was the last time! I was afraid to get on a horse when I was younger! But my brothers talked me into getting on Old Nellie, (yes that was the old mare's name!) They brought her up to the fence and I climbed up and sat on her. No saddle but a rein and guiding straps! I thought, "Wow! This is nice. I've got to go and show Mother." Now Mother was up the road aways helping a neighbor to can some peaches that were going to spoil if someone hadn't canned them, and the neighbor was sick!I went up there and got off the horse and went running into Mrs. Henniger's house and told Mother, "come quick, let me show you what I can do!" I was excited and running and probably yelling at the top of my voice. Old Nellie got freightened and jerked at the reins and tore off the gate I had her tied to and ran down the road as fast as she could for the barn! Mother and I after her! Mother calmed her down and got the gate away from her and took off the reins and the gate! But I was able to ride her after that but I never got excited and yelled again! When we had dogs I made sure they were outdoor kind! Never wanted an animal to get on me (except for that one kitten!) Dogs, well, I don't know! Tom had a dog that was given him. She had never been speid (is that spelled right?) but Peggy, my sister-in-law who gave her to Tom said she had had the dog for ten years and she had never had a litter!So what happens? You guessed it! Tom called me up in Tacoma, where I was helping Dick and Jane after John was born and says, "I think(I think the dog's name was Cha-Cha,) Cha-Cha is having pups someplace. She disapperared for a couple of days and now she keeps going up by the fence out back by some bushes". So in the meantime, I came home in a couple of days and I look out the back door and here is Cha-Cha carrying one pup after another till she had all SIX up on the porch! After all, the weather was getting hot and she wanted them where it was a bit cooler! Tom tried getting rid of them by selling them or giving them away but we still had three! One, the only male, was rather cute and I think must have taken after the father because he didn't look like any of the rest of them! So I told Tom he could keep the male which he promptly named Leon. Well, a very, very, short time later Cha-Cha pulled the same stunt again but this time she really outdid herself and the pups were on the porch (poop and all) and were soon eating milk out of a saucer and making a regular nuisance of themselves and who had to clean up all that mess? Nobody but "Mommy Dearest!" And I don't like animals! I told Steve one day, get a big cardboard box and take all the pups and Cha-Cha with you to Stockton when you go to work tonight and take them to the Animal shelter or pound or anything!!! So I kept Leon! Tom was up North I think, anyway, he wasn't home, but Leon would go across the street from the house where there was a Cemetary and he would bring flowers off the graves and lay them on the front porch; then he began to bring some clothes(ladies) from a house up the street, and put them on the front porch! She came tearing down there one day and I didn't know where he had found them! But I told her to keep them off her open porch and he wouldn't find them! Then he started bringing me old bones that he had found buried where Cha-Cha had buried them or pieces of food; one time them was an "almost" green fried egg out there. Another time there was a guy cleaning up the cemetary and I didn't know he was there but there was a really nice looking T-shirt on the porch! I brought it in the house because I didn't want him chewing it up. A man comes to the door and asked me if I had a small puppy, etc. and he thought it might have run off with his shirt! I brought it to the door and said, "Could this be the one?" He started laughing and said yes, that he had been playing with Leon during his lunch break, but when he went back to work and later looked for his shirt, it was gone and he didn't know which house he, the dog had come from!! I really hated to leave Leon up in Jackson when I had to move to Lodi but I couldn't have any animals in an apartment house with no outdoors to speak of for him to be in! So my landlady where I as renting asked me, "What are you going to do with Leon?" I told her I didn't know and she said she would love to have him! That was the last animal I had! There were a few before that! Not mine but the kids. Like the three kittens named Marilyn, Janie and Mary Ann! They were the kittens of a Manx cat that was at a place we rented and these kittens were born under the house!!And the Mother cat was getting rid of them as fast as she could so Tom ran her off and captured the 3 kittens! But this is enough for today!!

A little before me but funny!

I called my "old" cousin June Crithfield ( she's two months older than me!) yesterday and I was telling her about my blog. She said she doesn't have a computer but is doing the same thing with her typewriter, writing about some of the things in her life. I told her maybe she could remember some of the things I don't remember and I may have some stories she has forgotten about! She told me the following, as a "for instance"! She said after my father and mother were married, they lived in a little house on the Wawawai Creek. That year after they were married in March, up the canyon beyond them, after a heavy rain which became a cloudburst, the creek was really rumbling. My mother was frightened and took a kerosene lamp, yes, the ones with the glass chimney, and ran out of the house down by the creek. Then she put the lamp on a boulder so she could try and see what was happening, there was not much in the way of radio, T.V.,etc. in those days and apparently no telephone! Anyway when she heard the roaring and rumbling of the creek she ran back to the house leaving the lamp! After the creek calmed down, some of the people came to see if Mother and Dad were O.K. and the lamp was still sitting on the boulder where she had left it!!!! The water had just swirled around it! June said everybody sure got a laugh out of that for a long time!!! So thought I'd pass it on!

There was a time!

I'm taking a "break" from watching Aunt Barbara today. Brother Joe and wife Jean are over there and so decided to come home for awhile! Was thinking about the time that I actually picked cotton! After Cappy started to work for this Farm Security Administration and had been with the Braceros picking hops up in Healdsburg and in Ukiah, Ca. the job ran out and one of the "bosses the Mexicans were working for told Cappy to come down to Bakersfield and that he could get a certain amt of money( the figure escapes me now!)weighing cotton that the Mexicans and black people were picking down in Bakersfield. So we headed out and took Lester Bert, Cappy's son, with us.On the way there we saw what looked like a lot of quanset huts, like an Army Camp but it said on a sign that it was a Farm Labor Camp. So Cappy decided to check it out and the foreman there told us that a guy over in Porterville was looking for someone with Cappy's skills! (Speaking Mexican and English and the fact that we were or just had been working for the Farm Sec. Ad.) So we back-tracked to Porterville and talked to the guy, after the one in Tulare had called him and told him about Cappy! This fellow said "Boy, can I use you!" But he said that it might be about a week before he could hire him but that he was having trouble in some of these labor camps and that he wanted us to call him as soon as we got located with a place to stay in Bakersfild. We moved into housekeeping Motel room and so Cappy got in touch with the guy who was weighing cotton and asked for a job. (We weren't sure if we would hear from the guy in Tulare!) The morning after we got there Cappy was out weighing cotton! So the next day Lester Bert and I asked him if we could go with him and maybe we could pick cotton to help ourselves out financially! So Cappy agreed and here we were in the boiling heat of Bakersfield in August and we were given a sack to put the cotton into. We had to put this thing on our shoulders and drag it behind us and put these little fluffy but treacherous balls of cotton in the bag. This bag was, it seemed at least a block or two long! The ground was damp which made it unbearably hot! And we, L.B. and I would go about three feet and I would send him back for a little jar of water, then we would pick for another three ft. and back to the water!!! We couldn't have worked for any longer than an hour but decided we had picked enough cotton for that day!!! Cappy weighed it up and we had made about 50 cents! I will never look down on those poor people who had to do that for a living with huge families, etc. Anyway we hung out at the weighing station until it was time to go home and I told Cappy, we'd better get something better than that to do! Cappy worked for a day or so and then the guy who told him to come down, took off with all the money, and the scales, etc. and never said anything to Cappy! Needless to say we were frantic! But lo and behold, that night the guy from Porterville called and wanted Cappy to come right up to a town called Fowler,(just a few miles South of Fresno). I asked Cappy, what are we going to do for gas money! So he told me that the cotton weigher had left about 10 cotton sacks in our car and Cappy says" As soon as we get to a roadside stand that buys thing like this we'll sell them and it should be enough to get us to Fowler." We hadn't gone very far when we saw a sign, cotton sacks bought and sold! The guy gave us $10 for the bunch but that got us to Fowler and then the foreman that Cappy was supposed to meet there gave us enough to get a Motel room and food for a week until they decided what to do about Cappy! But they did say that Cappy was in charge of that camp as of that night!!!In a few days, they brought a Quanset hut for us to move into and that is another story sometime!!!!

Thanks, Steve, and a new memory....

Thank to all and/or any of you who have said Steve's prayer for my sister, Barbara. The latest is that she will be placed, yes all of the arrangements have been made, for her to go to a really nice, Christian, (or for you that are Catholic) there are a lot of Catholic men and women there), anyway, it is an assisted living home! She will be there until she cannot do anything for herself! It is called Ashley Place and she will 24 hour nursing care to make sure she doesn't fall and can't get up, etc, and also make sure that she takes the medicine she is supposed to take!! It is really such a relief for everyone including her!!! She is pretty happy about the whole thing! Said she feels that it the answer to all the prayers that she and everyone have been saying for her! She will be moving in out there on Thursday the
11th! She has her apt. here for a couple of months paid for so will allow her girls and the rest of the family to get rid of all her things, etc. Thank you all!
Now Steve, when your Grandmother was expecting me right after World War I, the whole U.S. had a terrible flu thing that was killing people off like flies!! It was especially bad for any pregnant woman! My Mother was living at the time in Klamath Falls Or. with my father when some of out family my Grandma, Grandpa and two or three of my Aunts lived in Couer d' Alene, Idaho and so she came up there to see if she could help out. Well, she caught the flu! She told me she had such a high fever, and was so sick and in those days she could lay on the bed that they had put up for her in the Parlor and watch wagons go by in the "road" in front of the house piled high with caskets on their way to the Cemetaries! It was truly, if anyone has read about it, a real plague!!! In her illness she went into unconsciousness and her Dr. told the folks that she wouldn't last till morning! Someone called the Priest and he brought a "relic" of St. Gerard and my Aunts put it on my grandmother. In the morning, her eyes were open and she was on the mend!!! The Dr. told the family, I don't know what happened but she is going to be alright! After that your Grandmother, Steve, had great Devotion to St. Gerard, who was called even at that time, the Saint of Mothers to be!!! And since you have read up on him you know the rest of the story about him! So before you were born I had had a couple of miscarriages and so Mother told me to start praying to St. Gerard and told me what had happened to her!!! You were the healthiest, and strongest of all my boys and of course then after you I had a little girl, who was a 9 mos. miscarriage! In fact she died during childbirth! I just got to thinking about this after a visit by Steve to see his Aunt Barbara!! Thanks so much Steve for the prayer put on my blog and yours for Barbara. I printed it out and will give it to Barbara when I go over after awhile. Bye for now!!!

A prayer for Barbara

Holy Mary, we ask that you wrap Barbara in your loving embrace and help her through this trial. Keep her free from worry and pain.
Dear Jesus, Divine Physician and Healer, we turn to You on behalf of Your servant Barbara. O dearest comforter of the troubled, alleviate our worry and sorrow with Your gentle love, and grant us the grace and strength to accept this burden.

Dear God, we place our worries for Barbara in Your hands. We place Barbara and all our sick and troubled under Your care and humbly ask that You restore Your servant Barbara to health again. Above all, grant us the grace to acknowledge Your will and know that whatever You do, You do for the love of us. Amen.

Sorry.....

I am sorry that I haven't been able to put on my unusual "blogs", I have been trying to help Aunt Barbara out because she can't stay alone nights and now yesterday they (the Drs. ) said that she can't be left alone at all. After having fallen three times in the past two weeks,she may not be able to use her alert button and not be able to get in touch with anyone if she should fall or pass out! Family, this does not look good!!! Her daughters are over at her house this evening to see if they can possibly get her into an "assisted living" place! She was awake all night last night and so therefore, so was I! She looks terrible, and says she really feels that it's time to go someplace where she can have constant care!!! Please, all of you say a sincere prayer for her! Thanks!