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Betty’s Week

By Betty Shearer


  Our Wednesday was brightened  by the return of weekly visitor, Robert Montgomery. Robert had been out for several weeks, following heart bypass surgery. We’d all just about gone into Mont-gomery withdrawal.
    On Tuesday Mel had suggested that if he didn’t show up on Wednesday that we all load up and go visit him and the entire staff was ready to do just that.
  Robert’s recovery has been slow, due to the fact that he had other problems along with his heart. He stated that he was glad to find out that he had one. I wouldn’t tell him, but there was no doubt in my mind about this.
  He promised to be back this week and we’re looking forward to it. We were so far behind on the graduation section that we had to take turns talking with him—this week we’ll be able to give him our full attention.
  Do love this kid and have missed him so much. It’s great to have him back.
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  Other welcomed visitors last week were Ed’s cousin, Ginny Smith, and her husband, Travis, from Houston. They were in town to visit a long-time friend and colleague of Travis, Dr. Hall, who is a patient in Yalobusha Nursing Home Rehab. It was so good to see them and catch up on the Smith family.
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  Last week I received two books that I’m really looking forward to reading.
  First came from friend, Don McConnell—a 1950 edition of 5 Weeks to Winning Bridge. I only got to skim through it over the weekend, but plan to really study it in the coming weeks.
  The one thing all these nice folks who have supplied me with excellent instructional and scoring Bridge books don’t seem to realize is that no matter how well I know the game, I’m still not going to be a winner until I start getting some cards. My hands usually contain one to five points, and often are accompanied by a four-card suit. Now the Bridge masters can’t do much with those hands.
    But Don, I will study this latest book diligently and promise to give it my best shot when I get to play again. Thank you so much for trying to help me.
  Second book was my Mother’s Day gift from Celeste and Jim. They know I like the old movie channels and watch the good ones each Friday and Saturday.
  They saw Mom in the Movies: The Iconic Screen Mothers you Love (and a Few You Love to Hate) from Turner Classic Movies, Inc. and ordered it for me. Very appropriate Mother’s Day Gift, isn’t it?
  I’ve only had time to flip through this book, also. Should get some time this weekend to do justice to both these volumes.
  Thanks, Celeste and Jim, your gifts are always so wonderful.
  Also got a call on Sunday night to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day, or what was left of it (Jim’s words).
  Talked to him again last night (Monday) and he brought me up to date on his upcoming two-week trip through the midwest. He’s playing a couple of concerts in central New Mexico and though Oklahoma and Missouri, before landing in Indiana where he will be on program at a big International Music Festival.  
    Sounds exciting, and would be perfect, except he’s having to miss cooking in the Patio Barbecue Contest during Memphis in May. And that also means that Mom doesn’t get to see him.
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  We had lots of visitors in my Mom’s room during the Mother’s Day Weekend and did appreciate all the prayers, thoughts, and gifts.
  Big event was on Friday afternoon when the nursing staff gave a Mother’s Day party for all the moms and honored the youngest and oldest Mom residents. Mom was the oldest, being just three months short of her 100th birthday.
  She was presented a beautiful orchid corsage and her picture was taken. She behaved excellently and thanked everyone nicely.
  I was a bit apprehensive because in her room she fussed because I’d taken her out of her fuzzy PJs and dressed her up. She complained that in  the short sleeve outfit she was freezing to death and that it scratched. I emphatically impressed on her that she was wearing it for a couple of hours and that when we went to the dining room I didn’t want to hear a complaint. She was to smile and be nice. She obeyed me for once in a long time. I was really proud of her and she did look pretty.
  Mom is so photogenic (always has been) and I hope I don’t look like the pictures taken of me. However on the final picture Activity Director Jason Adams insisted that I be in it. Probably broke his camera—oh well, if it did it serves him right. He was warned.
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  We had a real treat Sunday morning at Woodland Hills. Bro. Ken and Shelley were home to attend the graduation of oldest daughter, Amanda, from Mississippi College. All three, along with youngest daughter, Amber, and Ken’s parents from Florida, were in the worship service. Shelley filled her chair in the choir and Ken gave a brief report on their 18 months away.
  They have not changed a bit. Those two are amazing. They came to Woodland Hills almost 10 years ago and if you had pictures form then and now I really don’t think you could tell which was which—they simply don’t age.
  Had to tell Ken that the pulpit was not where I missed him most, even though he is a great preacher. My favorite spot with him was in the kitchen. When we had any social activity going, he’d hear me unlock the kitchen door and was almost immediately at my side, asking what he could do.
  We have cantankerous ovens and Ken knew how to keep them operational. This past Easter Sunday I went in to make biscuits. Turned on the ovens and immediately they began blinking that error light. Went to the breaker box and turned them off. After a few minutes I tried again. After several tries and much prayer they decided to work. However after the second try I yelled at the top of my lungs, “Ken Izzard, where are you?” Glad no one came in at that instant—they’d probably have carted me off to Whitfield.
  Also invariable when I made tea Ken and I would start talking—my back to the stove and him on the other side of the counter facing it. After most of my water had boiled away, he’d ask, “Betty how long does that water have to boil to make tea?” There are lots more Ken stories—I could write a book.
  We did have fun (still do when our paths cross) and I do miss him, Shelley, Amanda, and Amber. They’re like my kids and grandkids.

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