The picture in the header of this page shows the Missouri River between South Dakota and Nebraska. The closest towns to this location are Obert, NE and Vermillion, SD.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Oldpeopleitis

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        I had a friend tell me that she feared she was already suffering from oldpeopleitis. Oldpeopleitis is a chronic, terminal condition for which there are aches and pains that cannot be otherwise diagnosed, nor is there any specific treatment. A symptom of oldpeoplitis is celebrating Sunday, a day of very literal rest, four of the seven days of the week. When an oldpeopleitis sufferer is asked what he or she did for the day, the answer is always, "one thing." Mealtime at home is a non-event, but daytime trips to the bathroom at home are an Event.
        Oldpeopleitis occurs in many forms, but there are two prominent strains: oldladyitis and oldmanitis. Oldladyitis is often preceded by a loss of height, and a tendency to blurt out opinions at times when they are unwelcome. Oldmanitis has symtoms of eating food of any age that can be found in the refrigerator, and sitting in an overstuffed chair with eyes closed. Getting up in the middle of the night and heading for the bathroom may be symptomatic of both strains.
        Further evidence of oldpeopleitis can be found in pets as they age. Oldkittyitis has some similarities to oldmanitis because of the tendency to sleep 23 hours a day. Oldcanineitis is more subtle in that the sufferer doesn’t complain, but merely begins to limit activities. This is rarely found in oldpeoplitis.
        I too, have wondered about having oldpeopleitis, but have remained comforted by the fact that i don't have all of the symptoms, and my assumption that it generally occurs after oldbesity. So far…

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Honey, I Shrunk a Friend

         Okay, maybe I didn't shrink my friend, but she is now short! I had lunch with a long-time friend today. As we stood at the cash register to pay our tickets, I realized I was looking down at her. Naturally, I pointed it out, and she said, yes, she was now 5 feet tall! I didn't ask, but I'm sure that's at least 5 inches.
         It shouldn't change our friendship, but somehow it changes how I look toward the future. I plan on keeping her around in my old age. She bakes the most fantastic breads and cookies.
         Will I need to purchase a little stool for her someday so she can properly knead bread? If we go shopping, will I need to carry her bags so they don't drag on the floor? Will I have trouble seeing her through bifocals?
         I'm wondering if one loses weight as a person gets older. For example, if I weigh 180 lbs. when I'm 5'6', that's almost 2.73 per inch. If I lose five inches in height, will I also lose more than 13 lbs.? I think the height loss is probably along the spine, which supports more body weight than the total of each leg. So, maybe 15 lbs? 20? It might be worth investigating.
         I do wish my feet would shrink.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Reunions


         I recently attended two high school class reunions. The first was my own 50-year reunion, and the event left me with gratefulness and appreciation for knowing such a loving and caring community of people. The second was a brief visit to our son’s 20-year reunion, and I saw the beginnings of the same loving and caring among adults.
         The relationships that develop sometimes transcend childhood friendships, yet they are rooted in shared youthful experiences, in successes and defeats that will forever connect the classmates.
         Most people from small towns come away from their class reunion with a sense of satisfaction and joy in the time spent together. They talk about “fun,” but a reunion is beyond fun. It is acceptance, love, mutual respect, and comfort in the company of those who were childhood friends, and who now, with their spouses and partners, deepen those friendships. The sense of security and serenity of a class reunion is a lifelong richness unique only to those fortunate enough to have attended a small school.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

My cousin, Richard Gehrman, recently wrote a book that is available on Amazon. It is called Cow Creek and is a fictional cowboy adventure with our grandfather as the main character. It's a great story, and is based on situations that actually existed in the 1880's in Northeast Nebraska. Be sure to search for it on Amazon to read more about the story and the author.

Monday, October 20, 2014

The Turtle, Uber Senior Citizen

        About a year ago, I came upon what at first appeared to be an accident. At a bridge repair with a stoplight, a large pickup truck was stopped with the front end slanted just over the center line. I stopped quite a way back as the light was red. Oncoming cars had to move to the edge of the road to get around the pickup. The light turned green, but the vehicle didn't move. I stayed where I was, speculating about an accident. 
        Just as the last oncoming car passed, the pickup moved in a large arc so that both of its left wheels were on the center line, but moved no further when the light turned green. Then I saw the biggest turtle I've seen "in these parts", nearly as big as my tire, although agreeably a Prius tire isn't all that big. The pickup moved slowly forward and stopped, and I thought the driver finally determined the turtle to be dead. "Big T" was flat to the road, and his head, feet and tail were out of his shell. 
        I pulled up close to the pickup, but near the outside of the road, and the car behind me, seeing the turtle, stopped. As I looked down at the turtle, I saw no gore, and pulled up so that the turtle was a few feet behind my car. The car behind me was about two lengths away. The light turned green, the pickup stayed, and my stopped car went to energy mode, running silent on electric. That was when the turtle became wild and crazy (for a turtle). His head stretched out, he rose on his feet and (very slowly) finished crossing the road between my car and the car behind me. 
        After another green light, then red, then green, the pickup slowly pulled ahead across the bridge and I followed, watching the rear-view mirror. The turtle disappeared into the roadside weeds, having lived another day.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Housedresses

       When I was a little girl, women wore dresses - all the time! The dresses they wore to do housework were called housedresses. They were the same fabric as men's dress-up shirts, usually had a small print design, and they had waistlines, often with little belts that matched the print of the dress. I remember my mother wearing her dresses a little below the knee, but that could vary with fashion or with what she could find for her 6' height. They had to be ironed so they wouldn't be wrinkled. Ladies rarely wore pants, which were called "slacks." If a farm lady helped her husband on the tractor, she might have worn pants, but usually they were their husband's pants. My mother didn't do that, however. First of all, she didn't usually help with the farm work because she taught school, and second, it wouldn't have worked - my mother was much, much taller than my father and his pants wouldn't have fit.
        Most ladies wore regular stockings with their housedress - like pantyhose or tights, but without a panty attached. The stockings were somewhat see-through and skin colored. They were held up with straps called garters. Actually, if you cut pantyhose straight across just below the leg holes (including some of the heavier fabric), and then connect the legs to the top section with a kind of thin, flat bungee cord, you'd get the idea.
        Women wore slips. Slips for dressing "up" might have been made of nylon or rayon with lots of lacy trim. Everyday slips were usually white and were made of cotton, but might have some lace trim at the top. Housedress slips were rather plain. They were worn as a liner for the dresses, and instead of shoulders and sleeves, they just had straps. They covered a lot and were the same length as a dress. A sundress today doesn't cover as much skin as a slip did when I was a little girl.
        My mother and all my friends' mothers did not wear shorts. It would have been considered very improper. Most homes weren't air conditioned, and clothing sometimes made doing housework very uncomfortable. On very hot days, when we were not likely to have company or dad was not likely to have helpers, my mother would just wear her slip without her housedress. Ladies who lived on the farm could do that, but I wonder if women in town ever wore only slips.
        A man from the creamery stopped every other day to pick up cans full of cream skimmed off the cows' milk, and boxes of eggs we gathered from the hen house. My mother would be wearing her housedress because it was fairly early in the morning and still cool. Other times, salesmen would stop in to sell various products, but we would hear the car and mother would run and put on her dress. One very hot afternoon, the Watkins salesman came in a brand new car! It was very quiet. When he knocked on the door, my mother had to run past him in order to get to the other room where her dress was. She was so embarrassed because she considered her slip underwear.
        When she returned to the door (in her dress), she apologized, and the Watkins man said, "I have to report to my wife how many ladies I have seen in their slips, but other than that, it's a pretty ordinary thing."
        As a very little girl, I didn't have to wear dresses, although I often chose to do so. When I went to elementary school, high school, and college, girls were required to wear dresses or skirts and shirts (which we called blouses). A lot has changed.