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Category Archives: Aging Parents
My Tribute to Pop on Pearl Harbor Day
December 7 has been a reminder all my life of the horrific Sunday morning attack at Pearl Harbor in 1941. But today . . . it will take on new meaning. My father-in-law, Martin Henry Glynn will be laid to … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Assisted Living, Family History, Fathers, Nursing Homes, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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The Running Joke
There’s been a running joke in my family ever since my wife and I married 43 years ago. You see, my father-in-law, Marty Glynn had begun to cook a good bit soon after we married, since his wife, Mary, suffered … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Comedy, Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1600s, 17th century, bell pepper, dogmatic, exclusive, freedom, green pepper, Halloween, inclusive, mango, mangoed, mangoes, Marty Glynn, Ohio, pickled, refrigeration, religious fanatic, skeptic, trick-or-treat, truth, worldview
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Will You ALWAYS Want to be With Me?
Sometimes the most arresting questions seem to come “out of the” proverbial “blue.” And often, they come from a source you would not expect. This particular question came from my grandson; he is 5 1/2, going on 25. My wife … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Assisted Living, Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged Art Linkletter, behavior, boundless, career, children, divorce, Dunkin Donuts, elderly, foster growth, grandchildren, granddaughter, grandson, honesty, independent living, kids say the darndest things, live out the words, natural candor, need to be wanted, nursing home, out of the blue, profundity, security, sought after, teenagers, the power of words, unhappiness, want to be needed
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It’s a Small World
Richard and Robert Sherman penned these words for the 1964 New York World’s Fair. The song, which arguably is the most translated and performed song in history, was written by the most prolific motion-picture musical songwriting duo of all time. … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Assisted Living, Family History, Nursing Homes, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1929, 1964, 1990, alone, death, Disney, Frigyes Karinthy, global, Hungarian, it's a small world, John Guare, mortality, New York World's Fair, Richard Sherman, Robert Sherman, six degrees of separation, universal, world
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The Bourne Veracity
Matt Damon may once again breathe life into his alter ego, Jason Bourne. A 2016 release date has been mentioned, but it is still unclear if production will happen at all, so don’t get too excited just yet. Nevertheless, if … Continue reading →
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Tagged 2016, Ansel Bourne, Christian, death, dissociative fugue, Hamlet, Jason Bourne, Jesus, Matt Damon, momentous, Robert Ludlum, sacred, Shakespeare, soberness
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Ashes, 2 Ashes
It happened while I was watching a favorite TV series the other night. A young man was given his estranged father’s ashes to scatter as a memorial to him. He chose Eagle Lake, a special place in Alberta where his … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged Abraham Lincoln, Alberta, ashes, casualness, cremation, devotion, Eagle Lake, Gettysburg, Heartland, honor, human remains, interment, life is sacred, reverence, sacred ground, sacredness, Tucson Arizona, urn, urn vault, valued
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Return To Sender (Birds & Blooms)
Elvis Presley put it this way in his 1962 hit song, didn’t he? “Return to sender. Address unknown. No such person. No such zone.” But that is not exactly how I felt yesterday when I opened mail from the magazine, … Continue reading →
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Tagged 1962, Acts, Acts 26:8, amazing, Apostle Paul, azaleas, beauty, Birds and Blooms, Bradford Pears, Dad, daffodils, dogwood trees, Easter, Elvis Presley, Genesis, Genesis 3:19, Hades, hyacinth, incredible, iris, King Agrippa, matter, mother, Passover, petunias, Redbuds, resurrection, Return to Sender, rose, spiritual, spring
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Not Until You Say “Uncle”
It was just a phrase that children used to say in a wrestling match when one child would get the upper hand; the beaten child would have to say “uncle” in order to be released from the debilitating grasp of … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Assisted Living, Family History, Fathers, Nursing Homes, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged 1950s, 1960s, 86, 92, acceptance, acquiescence, Alzheimer's, beside myself, British joke, character, concession, death, devastation, dilemma, dingy, disappointments, dreams, failures, faith, gloomy, grieving, higher power, loss, men of faith, RCA, say uncle, soap operas, submission, submit, surrender, The Lost Story, Uncle, undone, vanquished, without hope, wreckage, wrestling match
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Saving Mr. Banks (Authentic Identification)
In the late afternoon of March 28, 2009 I was traveling down a rainy street in my 2000 Chevy Metro when a young girl armed with a learner’s permit turned in front of me, causing me to hit her just … Continue reading →
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Tagged 1899, 1950s, 1960s, 1964, 1976, 1986, 2000, Adagio for Strings, Argonne Road, baby boomer, Chevy Metro, Clair de Lune, community, daisies, Danny Boy, Disney, dormant seeds, enrapturing, exhilarating, Finland, Finlandia, Five Forks Trickum Road, force majeure, God Bless America, heartstrings, Helen Goff, Hey Jude, intimate communion, irresistible, Irving Berlin, Jean Sibelius, Julie Andrews, Mary Poppins, Mrs. Travers, newly mown grass, nudge, platoon, Portsmouth Ohio, prompt, rubric, Russian, Samuel Barber, Saving Mr. Banks, schema, September 11 2001, The Beatles, time machine, time travel, Tom Smith Road, touch, Tucson Arizona, University of Arizona, Vietnam War, Walt Disney, your story
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Hitting Hard
On Wednesday of this week the traffic on the way to work was unusually heavy, and the pouring rain made it an even greater challenge to navigate. As I crept along in the seemingly endless slow moving stream of cars … Continue reading →
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Tagged accident, Alzheimer's, amazing star, appreciation, Bedouin, bleeding on the brain, change, Christmas, clarity, dead teeth, dementia, dentist, falling, Family, friends, give of ourselves, hard hit, ice, irreparable, Jesus, life events, murder of infants, pause, rain, refocus, routine, sacrifice, Salvation Army, shepherds, slipping, trauma, value, wise men
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