Monday, March 07, 2005
JULY....1988
The first three days of July came in on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. John was able to be with us and Barb worked a few hours on Friday. We traveled the malls by day, going to the French Quarter to stroll the streets, watch the crowds, take in the street musicians; the artists who sit in front of St. Louis Cathedral to sell their paintings or to sketch people, and eating at our favorite places. Each night we would wind up at home and watch movies……..on Monday, July 4th, we headed north to Missouri as I had to be back at work on Tuesday. We left everyone waving in the driveway and began the long drive home.
When we arrived, Becky had a lunch fixed for us and she and Jennifer helped unload the car……..we had a bite to eat before they left. We finished unpacking and fell into bed, late. Warren contracted some kind of infection in his stump and was put on high-powered antibiotics….it was quite painful for a few days, but luckily the meds worked their cure.
On the 12th, Warren went to Springfield to pick his brother Don and his wife, Sally, up from the airport. They flew in for a visit from Walla Walla, WA. and Becky and Jennifer came over to eat supper with us each evening. Don and Sally stayed several days and we had friends in to visit while they were here so they could renew old acquaintances. One night the quartet from our church came and we had a fun evening of singing. The quartet sang, then Don and then Don and Bear sang together. It was a very special evening. We had mom out one evening and when we took her back, Sally went with us and was happy to see mom’s nice living quarters. It gave mom pleasure to show Sally around WC…..
We drove them to the airport the following Sunday morning and just barely made it before the loading call…….we watched their plane take off and climb into the open sky until it was just a little speck. It was hard to believe we had had five wonderful days together….we lived so far apart, our visits weren’t too frequent. John called later in the month. They had been to Atlanta to visit college friends of theirs, Tim and Prisca. John and George were (and still are) good about calling home. I was always very proud of them for keeping us in their lives. So many mothers go to bed every night wondering where their boys are…..or what they might be doing.
It was my practice to write them a letter every week……a tangible way of showing they were still important in my life, as well. However, since the computer acquisition, I correspond with email now rather than writing. It is great help to my hands, which are showing their years of serving me for every need. And as for Barbara, she is a jewel. Busy as she is, she makes time for notes and thank you letters. She is the perfect example of good manners. Sad to say, a rarity in this day and age……..common courtesy is all but lost for the most part. I’m old fashioned and still believe in….. and appreciate good manners.
July was hot and miserable and the humidity was high even though it hadn’t rained for weeks……..the ground was hard and cracked and the flowers and small foliage were having a tough time if they weren’t watered. Even some of the trees in the wooded areas were dying. We did get rain at the end of the month but when it came it was with a storm. It usually happens that way when it’s been dry for a long time. When I’m not fearing for damage because of them, I rather enjoy watching a storm in all it’s fury…. and then how calm and washed the world is after it passes by. As the last of the thunder rolls away, the birds commence their singing and all is right with the world once more….a beautiful benediction after a rain.
Until tomorrow,
Essentially Esther
When we arrived, Becky had a lunch fixed for us and she and Jennifer helped unload the car……..we had a bite to eat before they left. We finished unpacking and fell into bed, late. Warren contracted some kind of infection in his stump and was put on high-powered antibiotics….it was quite painful for a few days, but luckily the meds worked their cure.
On the 12th, Warren went to Springfield to pick his brother Don and his wife, Sally, up from the airport. They flew in for a visit from Walla Walla, WA. and Becky and Jennifer came over to eat supper with us each evening. Don and Sally stayed several days and we had friends in to visit while they were here so they could renew old acquaintances. One night the quartet from our church came and we had a fun evening of singing. The quartet sang, then Don and then Don and Bear sang together. It was a very special evening. We had mom out one evening and when we took her back, Sally went with us and was happy to see mom’s nice living quarters. It gave mom pleasure to show Sally around WC…..
We drove them to the airport the following Sunday morning and just barely made it before the loading call…….we watched their plane take off and climb into the open sky until it was just a little speck. It was hard to believe we had had five wonderful days together….we lived so far apart, our visits weren’t too frequent. John called later in the month. They had been to Atlanta to visit college friends of theirs, Tim and Prisca. John and George were (and still are) good about calling home. I was always very proud of them for keeping us in their lives. So many mothers go to bed every night wondering where their boys are…..or what they might be doing.
It was my practice to write them a letter every week……a tangible way of showing they were still important in my life, as well. However, since the computer acquisition, I correspond with email now rather than writing. It is great help to my hands, which are showing their years of serving me for every need. And as for Barbara, she is a jewel. Busy as she is, she makes time for notes and thank you letters. She is the perfect example of good manners. Sad to say, a rarity in this day and age……..common courtesy is all but lost for the most part. I’m old fashioned and still believe in….. and appreciate good manners.
July was hot and miserable and the humidity was high even though it hadn’t rained for weeks……..the ground was hard and cracked and the flowers and small foliage were having a tough time if they weren’t watered. Even some of the trees in the wooded areas were dying. We did get rain at the end of the month but when it came it was with a storm. It usually happens that way when it’s been dry for a long time. When I’m not fearing for damage because of them, I rather enjoy watching a storm in all it’s fury…. and then how calm and washed the world is after it passes by. As the last of the thunder rolls away, the birds commence their singing and all is right with the world once more….a beautiful benediction after a rain.
Until tomorrow,
Essentially Esther
