Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Rest Home Christmsas--Author Unknown

T' was the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,                                                                                

And all of us seniors were looking our best.

Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;

Our punch bowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.

A bed sock was taped to each walker, in hope

That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.

We surely were lucky to be there with friends,

Secure in this residence and in our Depends.

Our grandkids had sent us some Christmassy crafts,

Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.

The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,

And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath.

The bedpans, so shiny, all stood in a row,

Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow.

Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop --

Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.

Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,

Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.

The social director then had us play games,

Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"

Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,

Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.

Our resident wanderer was tied to her chair,

In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.

Security lights on the new fallen snow

Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.

Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter

But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter.

A strange little fellow flew in through the door,

Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.

'Twas just our director, all togged out in red.

He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.

We knew from the way that he strutted and jived

Our social security checks had arrived.

We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak,

Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight p.m. stroke.

And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds

While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.

And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.

'Fore long you'll be with us; we wish you the best.


Thought I'd share this poem with you, since this is my first Christmas in my 70's!


Thursday, December 18, 2014

Throwback Thursday!

aI couldn't resist posting this picture of Kimball Hall at the University of Maine in Machias, Maine, where I lived my freshman and sophomore years of college.  During our sophomore year, my roommates, Joy Fitzherbert and Gail Wood and I shared the "premier" spot in the dorm:  it was referred to as "the apartment" and consisted of one large room, a smaller room, and our own private full bath, and was directly adjacent (through the window) to the porch roof.

In the spring, we would throw our pillows and blankets out the window onto the porch  roof and lie out on the roof to get a tan.  The rail detail around the edge of the porch roof served as a barrier to hide us from people on campus, although I understand we posed a bit of a distraction for male students in the second floor laboratory in the classroom building across the street and just slightly higher up the hill!

Those were the days!


Monday, December 15, 2014

Happy Effing Holidays!

If I seem a little disgruntled it's because since I retired, I don't have the cash to do Christmas  as I'd like!  My limited budget takes all the fun out of shopping, and my family keeps getting bigger!  As a result, I don't think I'd miss the holiday if it didn't come at all.  

Putting up and decorating a tree has become a major chore, so we bought a small, artificial tree to make things easier.  Yesterday I finally put it up and decorated it (this 3-foot bit of yuletide joy) and then I proceeded to knock it over accidentally this morning, and nearly every ornament fell off--so I was back to square one!  Luckily, with it being only 3 feet tall and sitting on a 1-foot tall box, at least no ornaments were broken.

Now, to the other thing that has me disgruntled:  The big broohah regarding "Merry Christmas"  and "Happy Holidays". 

This time of year represents holidays for people of many faiths and beliefs.  For example:

Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus on December 26th, the day we refer to as Christmas.

Buddhists celebrate Bodhi Day on December 8th, when they celebrate the enlightenment of their religious leader, Buddha.

Eid-al-Adha is celebrated by Muslims on December 10th, the Festival of Sacrifice.

Hanakkuh is an 8-day Jewish observance which begins on the 25th day of Kislev, according to the Hebrew calendar.  (Thank you, fishducky for catching my error!  I think my brain was on overload from the plethora of holidays I found in December!)

Diwali, the Festival of Light, is a 5-day celebration observed by those in Tobago, Malaysia, India, Surinam, Singapore, Sri Lanka, and Trinidad as well as other countries where Hindus abide.

Las Posadas, which translates as The Inn, is celebrated from December 16th through December 24th in Mexico, Guatamala, and the southern  parts of the United States.

Kwanza, an ancient African harvest festival is celebrated from December 26th through January 1 by African Americans.

Boxing Day is celebrated on December 26th in New Zealand, and parts of Canada and Britain.

Hogmanay, a celebration of the year's end is observed December 31 through January 2 in Scotland, and by those of Scottish descent.

So, the next time you hear someone say, "Happy Holidays!" know that they are being inclusive of all religions and cultures with special days dear to their hearts in December.  Don't get all up tight thinking they're taking "Christ" out of Christmas; they are wishing you well, along with others who chose to celebrate this time of year! 

 Christians are not the only people on earth, or even in this country, so lighten up!  This is a happy time of year for many, not just those who follow Jesus.  

Happy Holidays to all!