OT-- NURSING HOME ICE CREAM SOCIAL

This was the day of the Ice Cream Social. I knew nothing about it till one of the aides told me about it. Margery had just been put down for a nap. I enjoyed my dish of vanilla ice cream tpped with chocolate whipped cream. When I finished I thought you selfish fool what a deal you left Marg.back in the room and yes it would have been a lot of work for several people to get her up and brought her to the social. So I asked one of aides to fix me a dish with a big dip of Vannila with Chocolate Whipped Cream and down the hall I went with my elecric wheel at full throttle. "Look what I got for you". I was greeted with a big smile and those beautiful brown eyes just glowed. Every spoonful was greeted with that same smile as she said "I love you." Darn It makes you feel Like a Teenager again. Those brown eyes were what trapped me 61 years ago.

gitrib

Beautiful story, thanks for sharing it, if anyone complains about anything this touching we will tar n feather them lol

John T

Good story! Thanks for sharing.

Makes me want some ice cream!

John . I'm with you again. I'de be proud to HEAT THE TAR AND SUPPLY THE BROOM AND RAIL Regards LOU, Ps Beautiful postby gitrib.

Thats Great!

You will have to start keeping a calendar so that you can be sure to schedule these things in. Tell them they need to give you a little advance notice if they expect some of your valuable time. Heck, you never know when one of the local alfalfa producers is going to need some consultant time.

Great job!!! It just proves how caring a person you are. Good Luck

Great to hear she is up to eating real food and having a good time. Better watch it in that scooter. Just may get yourself a ticket

Gitrib.I love your post,keep them coming.I like to have a million of you in my church.I beleive you could keep all the women happy,Its a lost art

pastor jimmy

Hang in there guy. You give all of us a goal to work towards.

Wouldnt it be nice if our Feds would be this thoughtful instead of thinking about themselves?

Thanks for keeping us up to date on your doings. You do set a high bar for the rest of us.
Zach

That's great! God bless both of you.

Vito

best post I have ever heard on this site! thank you so much,we really like to hear from you

Jimmy: Love and marrage is a to-way street. She would do the same for me. I would not have what i have had if it wern't for her.
gitrib

gitrib, Thanks for sharing. My wife runs an adult foster home here in our home. It saddens me how many people are left and forgotten by their family. It warms my heart to hear how you love and care for your wife.
Please continue to keep us updated. You are leading by example.
I hope that many learn this from you.
thanks again
Tim in OR

gitrib,

I am a whisker younger than you describe yourself, but, I am in awe of what oyu have posted. Thank goodness you have written what you have. Sometimes I forget what i should be doing.

D.

What better expression of Thanksgiving than to share with the one you love, Mark

gitrib

You rascal, keep up the good work and remember a smile is worth a million bucks. I enjoy your posts, keep them coming. Gregg

I love reading your posts. My mother and father were both in a nursing home. Dad had Alzheimers, but mom would faithfully go and stay with him all day. I would usually find her sitting next to his chair with her head on his shoulder sound asleep. Even though dad couldn"t speak to her, he was still her strength and she was his comfort. Love can conquer all things. Sir, I wish my best to you!

Every time Mr. Gitrib shares another chapter of his long-running love story, I'm reminded of this wonderful old poem:

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine
by James Whitcomb Riley

As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,
And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known,
So I turn the leaves of fancy till, in shadowy design,
I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine.

The lamplight seems to glimmer with a flicker of surprise,
As I turn it low to rest me of the dazzle in my eyes,
And light my pipe in silence, save a sigh that seems to yoke
Its fate with my tobacco and to vanish with the smoke.

'Tis a fragrant retrospection -- for the loving thoughts that start
Into being are like perfume from the blossom of the heart;
And to dream the old dreams over is a luxury divine --
When my truant fancy wanders with that old sweetheart of mine.

Though I hear, beneath my study, like a fluttering of wings,
The voices of my children, and the mother as she sings,
I feel no twinge of conscience to deny me any theme
When Care has cast her anchor in the harbor of a dream.

In fact, to speak in earnest, I believe it adds a charm
To spice the good a trifle with a little dust of harm --
For I find an extra flavor in Memory's mellow wine
That makes me drink the deeper to that old sweetheart of mine.

A face of lily-beauty, with a form of airy grace,
Floats out of my tobacco as the genii from the vase;
And I thrill beneath the glances of a pair of azure eyes
As glowing as the summer and as tender as the skies.

I can see the pink sunbonnet and the little checkered dress
She wore when first I kissed her and she answered the caress
With the written declaration that, “as surely as the vine
Grew round the stump,” she loved me -- that old sweet heart of mine.

And again I feel the pressure of her slender little hand,
As we used to talk together of the future we had planned --
When I should be a poet, and with nothing else to do
But write the tender verses that she set the music to:

When we should live together in a cozy little cot
Hid in a nest of roses, with a fairy garden-spot,
Where the vines were ever fruited, and the weather ever fine,
And the birds were ever singing for that old sweetheart of mine:

When I should be her lover forever and a day,
And she my faithful sweetheart till the golden hair was gray;
And we should be so happy that when either's lips were dumb
They would not smile in Heaven till the other's kiss had come.

But, ah! my dream is broken by a step upon the stair,
And the door is softly opened, and -- my wife is standing there;
Yet with eagerness and rapture all my visions I resign
To greet the living presence of that old sweetheart of mine.

Now this is what off topic messages should be about - thank you for sharing, and reminding us of what 'it' is all about.

You and the Mrs have a happy & blessed Thanksgiving.

--->Paul

You All, are a BLESSIN ! , you have learned well ,And we all should strive to be a BLESSING, Sadly ,, Some of us never will ,,,,,

I"m sure that I can find the feathers....gitribs tales are so great for all of us.

Got my 4th anniversary in a week and I hope my wife and I will still be as much in love when we're in the same position at some point in our future.

That is the best! where are you? can I come visit you? I'd bring ice cream and movies. I'd even bring a tractor if I knew what brand to bring. I love reading your posts. It will always make me smile!

gitrib,Don't you know that the both of you are suely making the world a better place to live? I do so admire you both. My wife and I are on the coat tails of age 76&73. I thought we were the only people still In Love. Nice to be proven wrong by you. MY WARMEST REGARDS TO YOU BOTH.LOU