In The Old Folks’ Home

The sun sets on another day at the old folks’ home.  Many of the residents have gone to bed or are getting ready to do so, perhaps with some thought to the coming activities tomorrow or even several days ahead.  There’s the grocery shopping, medical appointments, “senior activities,” some visiting or maybe some other likely things on “schedules” of some sort.  One demanding item for some is dog care, a chore that often seems thoughtlessly done.  In some cases one has to feel sorry for the dog walking a half of block down a hall to go outside to do it’s “business.” 

The day’s trucks are mostly gone.  Noisy trucks out front include the garbage truck (weekly), construction workers’ trucks (as determined to be needed), moving trucks (often at the end of the month), the post office (almost daily), package delivery trucks (whenever), and fire department’s emergency trucks which can come any time and they do come often, but fortunately frequently without sirens.  Noises to live with are not just the trucks.  The neighbors just across the street aren’t particularly quiet.  Maintenance can be noisy.  The HVAC’s air conditioning unit is, too. 

The old folks’ home notion may imply a peaceful, playtime existence (and perhaps in some cases it may be that), but for many it’s not quite the case.  In the place underfoot those who no longer try to drive are often at a loss with such fundamentals as getting groceries.  There’s the need to depend on someone else who has things to do.  At times it’s only an acquaintance.  One may want to be delving in things like a little village in a strange land, but it is more essential to round up a way to get some grub.  Maybe tomorrow there’ll be time for the little village. 

Each day dawns with problems.Plate 

 

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Very Slow Death….

An accident can wipe out someone in the prime of life, as we all know.  And, it may not be “instantaneous.”  It may take hours or even days before life stops completely.  It is slow in a sense.  There is also what could be called a very slow death that doesn’t involve anything of the sort or anything like picking up some contagious ailment.  The reality is once a person has hit that “prime of life,” it all switches from growth and development to deterioration called “aging.”  That can easily drag on for a quarter of a century or more (day by day). 

Well “aging” is a nice term for very slowly dying.  A lot of people wouldn’t want to use those exact words but that is what it is.  And it’s evident in an old folks’ home to a marked extent.  The time of “growth and development” is a time when there are hopes and dreams of betterment.  It can sometimes happen even if someone has passed the prime of life, but that’s about when the hopes and dreams cease to be possible if they were big hopes and dreams.  Then a case of just hanging onto what is often takes over.  Even that ends eventually. 

Once in a while the old folks find a little “advancement” with something like a few college courses or even via the activities programs in some places, especially if somehow still rather healthy youngish (the age bracket for places varies as some start at age 55 and some require ages over 60).  Personal development isn’t all that common in spite of the frequently advertised pictures of people having an interesting “senior citizen” life.  So, in the world that is out there somewhere there are those “on the way up” as they say, and those on the way down. Down is depressive. 

A look around can establish reality.Camera  

Topics, Topics

There are several things that might be ordinarily covered in these pages.  The village in a strange land (ancestry, in essence) is one that can be discussed a lot more since there are actually two villages that might be brought out as there’s one on each side of the family.  In this world of today that’s in two different countries.  But ancestry “over there” is not all there is to it.  There is special ancestry in these United States as well, some by marriage and some by recent heritage. 

In addition, as has been seen here and there, there’s the ordinary living in the old folks’ home (properly known as a senior retirement community).  This might be worthwhile to anyone looking for a family member or themselves.  The ordinary living always comes to mind when fire department crews are around, which is often, sometimes a couple days  in a single week.  Someone younger just living in a house on a street, etc., is not used to seeing emergency people around all of the time and other unique facets. 

Those aren’t the only lines of thought possible.  The big problem is to put enough variety into things that regular viewers get a mix of tales and discussion, rather than an endless rambling on one topic, to allow for a possibility of having a few words sometime about this special part of the country for outsiders.  The Great Lakes region is the known area, and it’s rather unique in the world.  It is a thousand miles or so inland.  In addition the apartment’s by a river system to the Gulf. (More some other time.)

The world is full of things.Airplane

A Small Village In A Strange Land – Part 9

A nice lady sent the village pictures.  Two more here at a distance showing it is really a small place:

view of the village from the highway 

The above is from the highway according to notes.

view of the village from the roof 

The notes for this one say the picture taking was from the roof of something, but there is nothing to say what.  That the village is sort of all together at a distance suggests a wild guess at it being the roof of the castle.  The fact that it also looks like the roof is in need of repairs can likewise suggest that it’s the roof of the castle.  It’s a view then of the world at hand from the perspective of the owners or at least residents of the castle.  The thought’s interesting (and a possibility) and maybe worth a climb up to the roof.

Things that look the same may be very different.Camera 

 

A Small Village In A Strange Land – Part 8

Monument to the fallen in the first world War I

The identifying description (cutline) for the above which came from some unknown source says it’s a monument to the fallen in the first world war. The white emblem displayed is also the national symbol (on the national flag).  That would be the equivalent to signs of Irishness one sees on St. Patrick’s day.  It (along with the wolf’s paw) can be claimed by yours truly, although perhaps not so much.  It is heartening to know even a small village will find some means to remember those who have defended the land. It is not known at this desk how many there were.     

“What might have been” is always a waste of time, but any such speculation can lead to interesting conclusions amid other things.  In this particular ancestry hunt, Once the two villages from which the elders migrated were actually located on a map, it was almost immediately noticed those two villages were fairly close together.  If the families had stayed, it’s not beyond the realm of good possibility that parents would have met, married and created the same final offspring (yours truly).  Based on the events as is known, the upbringing, etc., would have been there. 

What might have been may be utterly different.Camera