I REMBER MOMMA -A DIABETIC ALSO

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Permalink Reply by Peter Germano on November 17, 2009 at 9:35am

Billy,read your reply to I Remember.. wonder, have you continued with your interest in golf.I used to play 6-7 x/wk. Now if I get out 2-3x/mo I'm lucky.I have a moderate case of retinopathy. It limits my far vision as a result I golf with my brother ,who doesn't see too well either. I guess it's the blind leading the blind Tell me about your golfing. Take care,Pete

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Permalink Reply by Anthony Holko on November 12, 2009 at 3:47pm

I remember when Ike was president. America was at it's happiest.

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Permalink Reply by Zoe on November 14, 2009 at 7:51pm

Not everyone feels this way, Anthony. I found the 50s a very cruel time where people were discriminated against if they were different than the majority. I feel no nostalgia for the 50s

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Permalink Reply by Anthony Holko on November 14, 2009 at 8:03pm

That is true I also remember the toilets and water fountains for Whites and Blacks and also the appalling shacks that people lived in in Jacksonville, Florida. We did not have these features in Canada and it was quite an eye opener for a kid that was well indoctrinated on John Wayne movies and the Ed Sullivan show.

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Permalink Reply by wil v on November 15, 2009 at 8:49am

What I know I have only read in books about the time, seen in musesums, spoke to people who lived in that time. I tell my son about the struggles of people throughout time so that he knows that everything came with a price. One thing is that people during that period of time paved the way so that today we can come together in a community like this and share our experiences and support each other in a way that we could not see if it was not for the struggle. We have something common inside that brings us together. My thoughts are of the 70's and 80's and all i remember is that nothing ever got trickled down my way with the trickle down theory. Take care

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Permalink Reply by Cathy Jacobson on November 12, 2009 at 4:42pm

remember my grandmother, Dorothy. She was a diabetic, and never, never followed a plan, took meds, or did a thing to take care of herself on this level. She died at the age of 68 in a nursing home, weighing in at 70 lbs. In her prime, I swear she had the most beautiful legs in the world. She was a grand woman, every prim, very proper; but very sick. "Proper women don't poke themselves with needles," she'd tell me. She didn't exactly "like" me, because I was raised in the country, and nothing good ever came out of SD --- farmers and Indians --- she'd say. I still have the final picture of her curled up in a fetal position, and dying....it will forever be my reason for taking care of myself.

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Permalink Reply by rick phillips on November 12, 2009 at 6:37pm

I remember my mom so vividly. In particular, this one thanksgiving mom had been int eh hospital for four weeks, no one new if she woudl be home or not for dinner and my dad worked out a way to bring her home for dinner. She could not eat. Right after dinner my dad took her back home. Mo did not come home until January 2, that year. Each time the family got together that year, they would say this will likely be your moms last year with us. She lived 14 more years. Whne she came home it is the best thing ever.

I also remember mom using glass syringes, U 80 - insulin, Urine tests, scales, not counting carbs the pure joy of diet rite. I remember boiling syringes, two inch steel needles, and riding my bicycle 70 miles in a day.

rick phillips

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Permalink Reply by Judith on November 13, 2009 at 3:31pm

My mother is still here at 89 for another few months. I am caring for her now and beginning to sort and pack her things. Many of the things referenced here are still in my memory banks, also. Of course I also rememer the Life magazine pictures of The Camps being liberated, my father's war in the Pacific, and the dogs and water hoses turned on civil rights demonstrations in the south, and all that went with it. And think of my great aunt's lifespan from the 1880s into the late 1970s. Such times we all can reference. Aren't we blessed?......Best to all.....Judith in Portland, temporarily in Minneapolis

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Permalink Reply by Barbara Ludwig on November 14, 2009 at 5:08pm

I remember my dad. He died January 13 and Nov. 28 is his birthday so I've been having a really hard time. He was a really great man. We went camping every year, all seven of us (I have 2 brothers/2 sisters) in a big canvas tent. Went to Yosemite, Sequoia/Kings Canyon, Lake Tahoe, Grand Canyon, Oak Creek Canyon. He was a huge Corvair enthusiast (yes, Corvair, the rear engine, danger to society). He was president, etc. of the North Orange County, CA chapter of the Corvair Society of America. When my daughter was born, 4/5/86, my mom and dad were in AZ for the national convention (she decided to come a month early, the weekened I had the baby!!!). They were only a few minutes from the hospital where I had her, so they were able to see her right away. Went to visit my mom in May and she pulled out all my dad's pins he collected over the years that he would put on his hat. Mom let both kids go through them and pick out what they wanted. I then went through and found the one from the convention when my daughter was born and gave it to her. Anyway, my dad was great, he loved all five of his kids, and all six grandkids. I really miss him and his birthday's going to be really hard for me.

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