Rewind: The Love of a Grandchild

My granddaughter Violet is serving the Lord as a counselor at Camp Fairwood this summer, as she did last year. The three years prior to that, she served on the kitchen staff. She loves it, as did I when I was on the staff as a teenager many moons ago. It blesses my heart knowing she is walking by faith and serving her Savior each summer. But, I do miss her.

Violet is the grandkid who was very prolific in writing sweet notes to me throughout her growing up years. I kept some of them in the places she hid them, just so I can enjoy stumbling upon them from time to time. They always bring a smile to my face and joy to my heart. I’ve saved all of the other notes in a big glass brandy snifter, including the little notes from the story I am reposting below.

Go ahead. Write a note to someone you love. I promise you’ll make their day.


Mid-Summer Garden Lovelies

First sunflower to open—a volunteer from 2022’s crop.
The succulent chair garden is flourishing!
This lacecap hydrangea is from a funeral basket arrangement 15 years ago. A sweet reminder of the love of my cousins and my dad’s legacy of faith.
A white Asiatic Lily on the west side of the house.
Clematis ‘Princess Diana’ still looking rather regal
This & That – an eclectic hodgepodge of plants and purple-y painted miscellany after a refreshing rain. The purple in my garden is my quiet nod to my sweet Momma’s battle with Alzheimer’s. .
“And the yellow sunflower in beauty stood.”
~William Cullen Bryant

Six on Saturday: Singing in the Rain

Lots of Wisconsinites were “Singing in the Rain”…including me.

On July 4th, we Americans commemorate the birthday of our country. We like to celebrate by wearing red, white and blue, and attending parades, picnics, fireworks, and patriotic music concerts. Some of us prefer a quieter celebration. I spent the holiday doing a lot of barefoot gardening–mostly deadheading spent blossoms and pulling weeds. Once I had an area cleared of weeds and the soil amended with compost, I put down a few inches of mulch I’ve been hauling from our community’s free pile of woodchips.

“A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them.” 

Liberty Hyde Bailey

Thankfully, some much prayed for rain has fallen in the area, ending our severe drought conditions. Wayne kept up with watering of the flowerbeds, potted flowers, and our little patch of tomatoes during the drought; thankfully, most everything has survived. However, our lawns in the area went dormant, so look rather browned out. Our lawn is greening up a bit, but still looks rather sad and feels a little crispy underfoot.

The metamorphosis of bud to blossom beauty continues in waves.

My echinacea seems rather happy this summer. Buds are opening to beautiful blossoms now that they’ve been sprinkled liberally with raindrops.


I am always delighted when someone stops by my garden for a little visit. Thank YOU for visiting via this virtual “Six on Saturday” peek at what’s happening in my Wisconsin garden. If you’d like to see more beautiful garden spaces, pop on over for a virtual visit with our host Jim at Garden Ruminations–where you’ll find his blog post and comment section to be a most pleasant pastime.

A Financial Lesson

As of today, Wayne and I have been married 47 years. He is 72 and a full six years plus a smidge older than me. While we both hope to walk this life together for another decade or so, my wise husband has been setting aside some time for financial training. He’s teaching me some of the stuff I may need to know if he meets Jesus before I do. As we cover different subjects, he is creating a very detailed step-by-step reference guide for me, which I have dubbed ‘Operation Widowhood’.

Death is not a respecter of persons. Death will happen to all of us at some point and none of us knows when. Statistically speaking, in the marriage relationship, women often outlive their husband by an average of 5 years. When it comes to handling the financial matters of life like investments, insurance policies, taxes, and such, most widows are not ready to walk life alone when their spouse dies. Truth be told, most of us don’t even know how to pay bills or do the banking because our husbands handled that matter.

As of today, Wayne and I have been married 47 years. He is 72 and is six years plus a smidge older than me. While we both hope to walk this life together for another decade or so, my wise husband has been setting aside some time for my financial training. He’s teaching me some of the stuff I may need to know if he meets Jesus before I do. As we cover different subjects, he is creating a very detailed step-by-step reference guide for me, which I have dubbed ‘Operation Widowhood’.

Continue reading “A Financial Lesson”

Planning for Retirement

It’s my pleasure to introduce my readers to my very wise financial advisor. Well, since we’re approaching our 47th wedding anniversary, I guess he’s a whole lot more than that to me. Wayne has a keen mind for understanding the world of finance. It brings him great joy to be able to help others understand it too.

Alzheimer’s Caregiver: Dealing with Aggressive Behavior

If you ever had the pleasure of knowing my mom, you would probably describe her as one of the kindest and most caring people you have ever met. Her sweetness was a predominant character quality, even as Alzheimer’s claimed more of her memories and abilities. I’ve written about her loving care for doll babies, and about how the nurse came out in her so often in her last year of life in assisted living memory care. Here are a few photos of her sweet self.

Sometimes, however, momma wasn’t so sweet. She’d take a swing at my head when I was kneeling in front of her trying to help her tie her shoes. She once threw a frozen dinner at my brother when he was sick in bed and started screaming at him. We theorize that she was just so very frustrated that she couldn’t remember how to work a microwave anymore–she wanted to help him, but didn’t know how. In assisted living memory care, a mean streak would occasionally surface when someone was assisting her with a shower. Mom wasn’t one to use profanity, but would very occasionally let angry words fly when someone was just trying to help her.

It wasn’t mom. It was what Alzheimer’s was doing as it ravaged her brain.

It can be very stressful for the caregiver when someone they love suddenly becomes combative and aggressive. Sometimes there are physical reasons why a loved one is lashing out – like pain, or a urinary tract infection, or frustrations over not being able to physically do something (like tie her own shoes, or stand without assistance).

Timing

For my momma, it was sometimes the timing of what she was being requested to do. We learned very early on that it was futile to awaken her for a meal or a shower—that was just begging for angry outbursts and uncontrollable tears. Sometimes she’d refuse food at mealtimes. We learned it was best to just let her be—she would often forget she was mad and be sweet as pie when you reintroduced the same plate of food a few minutes later.

Speaking of pie, we also learned that if we would “lead with sweet” by serving mom’s dessert at the beginning of her meal, she’d eat her dessert and then just keep going. It also helped to let mom bring Dolly with her to meals. Dolly didn’t eat much, but sometimes needed her face washed after meals.

Fear

Sadly, my mom oftentimes became very agitated and fearful at the prospect of taking a shower. This is VERY common. I first noticed it in the moderate stage of dementia. If a shower was suggested, she’d have every reason in the world not to do it now. She generally used stall tactics, like, “Later.” Or, “I already showered before you got here.” As the disease progressed, there would be no question about it—mom would NEED a shower. One of the wisest things I ever did as a caregiver was to hire help for bathing. I was extremely thankful for the aides who came to assist with this need. Their training prepared them for the ups and downs of performing the necessary hygiene tasks, and each aide had tricks up her sleeve as to how to help alleviate mom’s fear and anxiety.

There were times when even the aides were unsuccessful. Sometimes the best we could do was give mom a bed-bath or a quick wipe-down. I found it really convenient and helpful to use these disposable washcloths–they could be warmed in the microwave, which mom found very soothing.

My heart goes out to you caregivers who are dealing with combative and aggressive behavior with your loved one. Every situation is different, but I hope my experience with mom will help someone else get through this. If you’d like more information, you might want to check out this informative and helpful article, “Dealing with Aggressive Behavior”.

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