The pews

Sentimental Old Me. There are pews for sale on Craig's list:  A little church is getting rid of them, and "replacing the pews with chairs."  Who's idea was that, getting rid of the churches past?  Removing the beautiful solid wood cushioned pews, where generations sat through all of life's church experiences:  Baptism, confirmation, weddings, funerals,  Sunday services, and communion.  I hope they go to a little rural church in need of them.  
   Recently,   I attended a church with an aging population, most on  fixed incomes. No new chairs for them.   An elderly couple winced as they stood up.  Their bones ached.   It  hurt their backs to sit up so straight in the historical pews.  Legs were apt to buckle. 
 Times change and that is to be considered too.  

Games

Gram at 90, as  the saying goes, is as sharp as a tack!  She plays and wins at most games:   Bingo,  and  cards  - Whist, Pinochle, and Rummy.   Her favorite board game is Fast Track,  (also known as Aggravation).  Thank goodness, she's been able to find others who like to play these games competitively.  Then there's Solitaire,  Word Finds, Sudoku...

Emma is much younger, and she's  had a stroke and she likes crossword puzzles. A month ago,  her mind would not let her work a crossword puzzle,  but she was  encouraged to try again.  The book was cradled securely in front of her, and on her own,  she spent half an hour making it work, the best she could do for now.

"Small rain upon the tender herb..."  

Whose woods these are..

It's fire wood cutting season.  Several neighbors have given us permission to cut the windfall trees on their properties.

 "Who's woods these are I think I know?"  This, the  famous line in Robert Frost's famous poem.  I ran across it in the  book,  A Swinger of Birches:  Poems of Robert Frost For Young People. Copyright 1982, with colorful illustrations  by Peter Koeppen. 

A good book for reading excepts in  care giving settings such as library hour.  It's a season to be a caregiver at HollyhockJunction.   

The Psalms around us. Psalm 1
 " And he shall be like a tree
 planted by the rivers of water,
 that bringeth forth his fruit in his season."  

The Mailman

Childrens's book "The Little Mailman
at Bayberry Lane":   Rand McNally 1952

Inside the assisted living building,

 the drivers of wheel chairs and rolators crowd into the hallway waiting for 
the mailman and the mail. 

  

   I write on my to do list:           

Greeting cards need to be sent. 

Tall Prairie Grass

Tall Prairie Grass

Blooms picked in a field of tall prairie grass - Bouquet

A windy day.
Fall is in the air as they say.
So we're out playing -
"Recreation Woodcutting".

Flea Market at HollyhockJunction

Home health care patients sometimes aren't home.  They may have  gone off to an appointment of some other kind. The care provider writes it up as a missed visit.     
One old timer left a note on the door for the  COTA: "I have to work  at my table at the flee market."   (That kind of work can be called Occupational Therapy!)

Today at the flea market near HollyhockJunction, there are elderly  venders, both men and women,  trying to sell primitives.  

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