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Thursday, September 22, 2016

Remembering Days Gone By

I was just sitting down to start to write this post, when I heard my niece yell. “I’m going to the creek with K. I have my phone if you need me.” She then headed out the door.
An innocent statement. One I hear almost daily. Today it just struck a chord with me about how time changes. Yet it doesn’t change.
I know, I’m confusing, but as I flashed to when me and my brothers were the age my niece is now, of how many times we ran out the door making much the same statement.
The difference being; that we didn’t have the small piece of technology that seems to govern my niece’s existence. Well, that is how it seems when the threat of it being taken away is used as punishment.
Our way of being contacted was what I called the Neighborhood Mom Holler. Let me explain.
I grew up in a mid-sized town, where everyone seemed to know everyone else. My mom would stand on either the front porch or the back steps. It all depended in which direction we had said we were heading when we left. She then would yell (holler) our name.
Now some of you are probably smiling because you know what I’m talking about. For the unenlightened, her holler would be picked up by mom’s up and down the street until one of their voices caught our ear and we hollered back.
Now all of us kids knew, you had better holler back that you were coming. Or you were sure to get in trouble for making mom stand out there yelling for you when she had better things to do. Like yelling for the next kid on the list, to get home for supper, church, chores, the list goes on.
You had better hope that you heard her holler too. Because if by some chance you went beyond the boundaries of her holler network, well let’s just say I grew up when switches still grew on trees. And we had better bring a good one for what was coming.
Now days all a mom has to do is look up their kid in contacts and either send a text or call them. Some parents even have those nifty apps that track the kids phone. Guess who came up with this easy way of getting our kids attention, that’s right us. It was those of my generation, that began the innovations our children enjoy today. Those things we grew up wishing we had, we then grew up and invented.
I’ll step back from that discussion and save it for another time. This post isn’t about that. This post is about how time changes, yet stays the same. We tell the kids our “when we were their age” stories, but in a way they are just the new improved version of what we were told by our parents.
Do I miss the Neighborhood Mom  Holler? My answer to that is a resounding yes. I miss those days, when people were friends with their neighbors. Our parents weren’t worried about letting us kids run around the neighborhood.Why? Because they knew the people who lived all around them. They were our Mom’s eyes and ears watching out for us just as our mom was that for the other parent’s.
I miss when you played outside until the streetlights came on and then you came home. You weren’t worried someone would snatch you, because guess what. People actually sat out on their porches and talked to each other. They weren’t locked behind closed doors buried in technology. There was always someone watching your back so to say.
So yes, I miss those days, because they did seemed less stressful. There was a sense of community that is sorely lacking in this day and age. Maybe if we went back to that feeling. There might be less fighting, and instead of gunfire and hatred. We could once again hear the sound of the Neighborhood Mom Holler.

Friday, September 9, 2016

New Project: Tales About Touching Lives

A couple days ago, in an effort to keep my Mom's memory sharp, we were talking about her old job. My mother had dreams of being a nurse, she was in her first year of college when she had to leave school to care for my grandmother, who had been diagnosed with cancer. Mom never did return to school.

Even though she never became a nurse, she did become a nurse's assistant. She in fact was working as a nurse's assistant at the same hospital, my grandmother spent her last days in. She worked on and off in this occupation all my life, right up until the day she was retired medically with a disabling injury. 

It takes little to take my mother back to the days of working with her patients and the ones who in some way or another touched her life. As we spoke I remembered having similar conversations with my paternal grandmother. You see, my mom's mother passed away three years before I was born, I never knew her. 

I guess you could say I come from a family of women in the nursing field. In fact at one time I thought to follow in their footsteps. My grandma was a LPN, I know they don't called them that anymore. She was a licensed practical nurse. She worked in her profession until she retired. For most of my life, she also held the title of Charge Nurse at the last few nursing homes she worked in. Years later when I went to work in those same homes, the residents still remembered my grandmother's kindness and care. Many remembered me visiting her as a child.

I never went far in the nursing field. I became a Certified Nurse Assistant and did work for a few years as such. I even worked at a couple of the same nursing homes at the same time as my mom did. So we had patients in common we remembered. It is these patients that I use to spark my mom's memory. So while we were reminiscing, I thought of all my friends who also work in the field or have worked in the field. And I felt an idea start to percolate.

To gather those stories. Some happy, some sad. Some that are even funny. To gather them all together in a book, celebrating the way people touch our lives.  As people in the nursing field, we see people at their lowest and some at their best. We watch family interactions and we see families forget. These are the tales I want to tell. To let the world know that even for a brief moment in each of our lives , we touched.

I am asking those of you who are my friends, family and even if we don't know each other but you also work in the field, to please send me your tales. If I choose to use your story, I will get in touch with you by email with more details.  So please look back through your own memories and if there is a good one, sad one or a heartbreaking one, please share them.

*Note: If you would prefer to share your story to me privately feel free to email me at 

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Hello September

This has not been a good month so far. Great way to start my blog post huh? Well it's the truth and this is all about my journey as a writer and in life also. So yeah, major crappy first week.

You're probably asking yourself what could make my week be so bad. It has been a week of getting next to no writing done because every time I sit down to write some new thing pops up that needs my attention more. Anyone who gets paid once a month will understand the payday madness that comes with the first of the month. You have to sit down and decide where you are going to send all your money and once all your bills are paid you are left with this small stack that is supposed to get you through to the end of the month.

It rarely does.

Also September is the last month of the third quarter and I set quarterly goals and I took a look at my list and realized, out of ten goals I had only finished five. that means I have five goals to accomplish this month. And all but one revolves around my mother. It seems getting things done for her is becoming a bigger hassle as time goes by, but these are things that need to get done. That is the whole reason I listed them as a goal in the first place. I guess even that fire wasn't hot enough to move me into action.

I do have to say I am proud of what I have accomplished in the last two months. Those goals were to get all my social media accounts setup and get my blog started. Now I have done all that and have not one but two blogs. Now I just need to get to my writing goal for my book. I'm close but not close enough.

We had a holiday, Monday. The official end to summer some say. I got to spend  the night before in the emergency room with my mother.She fell and I took her  in to make sure nothing was broken, they had done the x-rays and gotten the results back when the nurse asked how my Mom's head felt and she said her neck still hurt and the nurse checked to see what the cat-scan showed just to find out the Dr. didn't request it. So we got to stay longer, The diagnosis: Arthritis. hell, I could have told her that and saved us the trip. So as you can see a great week.

The worst part is that my Mom lives in a security building, that has a lock down system that activates at eleven p.m. each night. Since my mother in her wisdom pulled her emergency call button instead of me, the ambulance arrived before I did and they had already gotten Mom on the gurney and had her out in the hall and had locked her door. I was not thinking clearly and forgot about the stupid security measures. You have to have a remote to get into the building after eleven, guess where the remote was.

Yes, indeed it was. Locked inside my Mother's apartment.  I realized this as we sat there in the trauma ward around one am in the morning. So long story short, I had to bring her home and give her my bed, and I got to sit up all night until eight am the next morning,so we could get into her building. I didn't go to bed until around ten am on the fifth. 

Usually this would have only been a mild aggravation in the life of being my mother's caretaker, but Monday's are when I post my newest post on my The Adventures of The Cat's Eye Gang blog. so as you can imagine , I didn't get it written, so I had nothing to post. Her it is Tuesday night and I just now finished it at a few minutes before midnight. So tomorrow there will be two post releases. It will be interesting to see those numbers.

Well I guess I am done with my griping. Oh just FYI, sitting in a ER chair for over seven hours and then sitting up the rest of the night, does not make CFS symptoms go away, so I am fighting them as I write. So now I am going to find my medication and try to get some rest. 

I hope all of my readers have a blessed September and enjoy the kids going back to school. My favorite time of year is just around the corner, so I am looking forward to that.