It’s a volunteer job, no pay. He signed a contract that he will volunteer a minimum number of hours each week -- for a year. He will exceed that, grandpa predicts.
It’s not like he is working to assist the janitor, which would be good, except not for this child. He is a first wash computer geek, after his father and oldest brother.
So he is working with the computer development people in a small but expanding TV station. The station is christian and its influence is moving into new areas, and growing.
I remember when Miriam started to College a lot of years back. I had been a full time student in the same department. At noon I went up to see how she was doing. Her eyes were saucer wide: “These people know how to do art and they want to teach me. “ It was an astute observation and was so true.
Matt will likely have the same deer-in-the-headlights look when we see him later today.
As he was leaving, I gave him one bit of Grandpa advice: “Don’t be a smart aleck. Be humble and teachable.”
Miriam still remembers the old days well, but necessarily, with great accuracy.
She told me this year for the first time that her birthday was the same day as her grandmother. They do share the same day of the month, but not the same month. Still, I had not heard that until this year.
I am routinely told that my grandmother had black hair (it was not all white, but mostly) and that my other grandmother was “fat” (she was not). One grandfather lived to be 98, and rode his bicycle for many years (he had a Model T early in his life, but then was carless during the depression, getting his first “modern car”, (a 1936 Ford 5 window coupe) a couple of years before I met Miriam.
She is sure she saw grandpa riding his bicycle, but I am pretty sure she did not.
She remembers that her mother was 5 feet tall and weighed 100 pounds, but the rest of us say she was closer to 5’ 3” and weighted about 120.
Most of these changes memory have happened after Miriams diagnosis, so I think they are related to the disease more than to real fabrication.
If you think you can change her mind about any of this, think again. Mostly it does not matter.
This blog began as a spot to vent about my life with Miriam and her time with Alzheimer's disease.
She was diagnosed in '99 and her decline has been quite slow. In fact some of our best years of our long marriage have been these recent years.
Alzherimer's, at least her version is a disease of waiting. One shoe drops and it can be a very long time before the other one drops.
So life goes on.
At the beginning of this blog I told the story of our courtship and marriage, about out family and our personal journey with this disease. The part that scares the most is the anticipation as the disease slowly progresses.
So, I will touch on that subject from time to time, but the entries will tend toward comments on life. I'll leave politics and religion for others to worry about, not that I don't have strong opinions!
I have my hands full just looking after my wonderful Miriam.
We met when we were 6, began dating at 15 and have been together since. We will have our 56th anniversary this June.
We have four wonderful daughters. Smart, independent, awesome. They have given us 7 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. None of them are little any more. The oldest is 28 and married, the youngest is 14.
Until this last fall we lived in a hosue I designed and built in the '70's and it is pretty weird and wild, but very comfortable. Last summer the girls came to the conclusion that I really did need help dealing with Miriam. Now we live on a couple acres with daughter 1.
Life has been good. There is not much I would do different even if I could. We are rich beyond belief but chronically short of cash!
And, unless stated otherwise all the photographs are mine.