“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Christmas Past!

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Christmas Past!

  

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Christmas Past
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Christmas Past


Let me share some of my favorite Christmas memories. Even
  though it’s been years they are still sharp in my mind and they remain a life’s daily inspiration to this day.

When I was about 7 or so we would travel to Albany, Kentucky for Christmas week. The whole family piled into the car. Mother packed our gifts usually 3 a piece and off we would go. Oh, a Life’s Daily Inspiration for sure.

Funny I remember the trips because my Dad would never stop for bathroom breaks. Lol ,he would holler before we left “stop now and go before we leave this house or hold it!”

 And he meant it . My brother Carl tested it every time. Once my Dad made him pee in a bottle. My brother was humiliated and never forgot it. Guess you might say he was traumatized Lol. 

   Not sure why our Dad  never wanted to stop. It might I guess have had something to do with he was sick of all the arguing. Usually started by my brother putting his feet on me. No kidding. My Dad would always say now stay on your side of the car both of you. Don’t make me stop or you will get a whipping. Got it? To which we always answered yes sir! There were no yeps or okays when you answered my father. We knew to answer yes sir. To bad kids today don’t have that same respect.

  Anyway off to Kentucky we’d go. I always took 2 gallons of water. Why? Have you never had to drink sulfur water?

Well, they claim it’s very good for you. But tastes horrid. My grandparents and Aunt both had it at their houses. While my dad grew up drinking it. He always managed to talk me out of water for coffee.

   Then there was my dads much younger brother and sisters still at home. All of us slept upstairs without any heat. Under tons of blankets.

  My Uncle Vernon always whittled us something for Christmas. Yes, I said whittled. He made rifles hand carved. Then put a clothes pen where the hammer of the gun would be. That was we could shoot rubber bands at each out. Just like a slingshot worked. He also made handguns the same way.

Yep imagination that was our greatest asset. Out back of the farm house was two old cars they were rusted out. No windshield. No glass at all actually. No seats except for the springs.

We played every conceivable scenario with those old junk heaps. Spending hours playing. Without one electronic toy.

 Then we would go to the barn and play in the hay loft when we thought we could get by with it. We would start up my granddads old tractor. The  older boys would put us in the hay wagon and pull us around the farm. It was great fun as long as we didn’t get caught. But, as always there was a pay day Lol.

  Every evening that week we would work on making Christmas ornaments.

There were not any store bought ornaments back then. We made homemade gingerbread cookies. Making a hole at the top to hang them. 

 

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Christmas Past
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Christmas Past

We made stars and other shapes like angels, churches out of aluminum foil and cardboard. We strung popcorn and cranberries. We didn’t have any lights. But on Christmas morning we could light candles for about 15 minutes and sing Christmas carols. 15 minutes because of danger of fire. My grandparents didn’t have TV or electric lights. Not even an inside restroom. No, we used to the outhouse. My least favorite thing at grandmas house.

   But some of the most memorable Christmas Holidays happened at my grandparents house.

There both gone now but the memories I will have with me forever.

please leave us your comments below our share a memory from your Christmas past with us.

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!

   “Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!

November brought another birthday! Number 62 hooray! A “Life’s Daily Inspiration” for me. And with it a present from me, to me Lol. Well, it’s a guaranteed way to get what you want for your birthday. Although that’s not why I got this particular gift. 

   It was to help me through the tough times of the holidays without my Mom who died August 30th at the age of 93 years old.

I not only lost my Mom but also the child she had become.

  But, that’s a previous story so back to this particular story.

   Oh, he is handsome and very talkative, smart, an awesome personality.  I should mention he snores terribly.  Eats everything in sight. And drinks

heavily, water that is. His ears are a little large.

But, of course, I am talking about my new dog. Or puppy to be exact .Not just any old pup but my new pup. His name is Fred. Unless he’s been really sweet then I call him Freddie. And likewise, when I am mad at him he is Frederick. 

What can I say is I was dazzled by those big gorgeous eyes. He is everything you could ask for in a mans best friend. Or in this case a woman’s. 

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!

All jokes aside a daughter of a former patient both raises and shows Australian Shepherds. And also puts them through competition  agility courses. Lucky for me. So when I decided I wanted a puppy. I called her. And she had part of a litter left that she was selling. They were about three months old. She had both a female and a male. I chose the male. 

  She brought him up the day before Thanksgiving. Which couldn’t have been better!As Mom and I always spent the day together for Thanksgiving and Christmas. 

I was dreading all those memories flooding in all day long. Oh, there always there that’s true but the thought of that whole day. I just dreaded it. Definitely, not one of my “life’s daily inspirations.”

So my friend Brenda came up from Atlanta Georgia about 10am. From my first glance at the little stinker, I knew I’d done the right thing.

Of course, ask me at 2 am on a potty break and you might hear me second guessing myself. Fred loves to play tirelessly and is just like a 2-year-old , he needs to be entertained. Between walks till he drops for about an hour and then we do it again all over. 

But he makes me laugh out loud at his silliness. And he smart as a whip. I taught him to sit on command. In one afternoon. 

Thanksgiving was a terrible day made better by Fred’s company and antics. Everything was new to him and he still brightens the dark moments. He may not talk in words but he has no problem letting you know what he wants. 

He very stubborn or as the professionals call it free thinking. Evidently being bred to be working dogs. These dogs have a mind of their  own.  

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!


He’s finding out his new Mom wrote the book on being stubborn Lol. So he has more than met his match.

  My neighbor puts out a nativity scene every year and lights all over the front of the house. The first night the neighbor turned it on Fred stopped dead in the middle of the drive and just stared. He’d look at it then at me. I on the other hand, was dying laughing.

I went to take him closer to check it out. He wouldn’t budge an inch toward it. Instead my fearless pup turns and bolted straight into my arms. 

I think telling me, protect me mom, Mom they’re gonna get me. It took 3 days to get him over there. Oh there was no coaxing ,he still sat and refused to be moved.

So being the inventor of stubborn, I carried him whining all the way ,sat him down and up he jumps in my arms. My big bad dog! 

So I put him down again holding him by his collar and made him touch it with his nose. This time he barked and tried to run but I made him come back while I touched it several times. 

While this time he tried to herd me away from it. Gone was his fear he had to protect me from those terrible “Things” whew! 

After his repeated attempts to rescue me from the lighted monsters. He decided to sniff one. Then he licked it ,then we went for his bathroom break. Then finally returned to our house. 

Only now he insists on visiting our new buddies in plastic nightly. Well, what can I say, guess he finally has me trained.

thank you so much for reading our life’s daily inspiration story today please leave us a comment below. And maybe share about your Thanksgiving Holidays.

Blessings,

Scarlett and Elaine

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!

  “Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts! 

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!  today is about a former Hospice patient Ms. Lorene.  Who lived in a  little two bedroom house. That would have been adorable if you could have gotten through it, that is. Ms. Lorene had Cancer as a physical diagnosis. But she was also unfortunately a hoarder.

  That definitely was not a “life’s daily inspiration” and her illness certainly was not. Ms. Lorene even with her hoarding was an amazing woman. 

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!

Her second bedroom was full of dolls, on the bed, the dressers, you name it. Hanging on the wall even a few hanging from the ceiling. Around the wall where there was a free space. And stacked in boxes that you couldn’t see. According to Ms. Lorene anyway. And sitting on top of said boxes. 

   But that was the “good” room or neat room. 

From there it was downhill. The kitchen was piled with takeout containers, and throw away cups from every conceivable fast food you could think imagine.

There were empty hamburger containers. Used aluminum foiled she’d wiped off and pressed out flat to reuse. Stacks of different food napkins from all those restaurants. Not to mention mayonnaise, mustard, ketchup packets, and straws galore. Then there were piles of dirty dishes. Or what I assumed were dirty dishes.

In her bedroom, there was literally only room to walk if you turned sideways. Not so difficult for me but, Ms. Lorene had to walk sideways with a walker… it was a shipwreck waiting to happen. Her bed was a mountain of bedclothes, piles of blankets, and clothes of unquestionable cleanliness.  

  Her dressers and vanity were mountains of stuff. I remember in one corner thinking there must be twenty boxes of Kleenex. 

   Funny how certain things stick with you. But, that Kleenex just stuck. I think because even though the quantity was certainly excessive it had at least been stacked orderly. Where the rest of the house was like a bomb that went off.

With that being said, It was home to Ms. Lorene.

It isn’t our job to judge someone for their choices. Or more aptly there lack of choices. My concern was Ms. Lorene herself and her safety in her home. Now the question was how much help and assistance would she allow? And how best to bring up the conditions she had surrounded herself.

  Elaine and I have often found in Hospice you need to wear many hats. Go that extra mile to get the right help for our patients. 

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!

Ms. Lorene needed a Hospital bed. Not a problem getting one. Just a matter of calling the medical supply facility.  That was the easy part. How to get it in her room? That was the question of the day. And how to do it without offending her. 

   So a couple of days later I went back to see Ms. Lorene. I’d talked to the chaplain and the social worker. Who in turn spoke with her church pastor. The  pastor spoke with her Sunday School class. 

  They, of course, were aware of the situation. As many had visited and were more than willing to help. Now we had the how “to” in place.

  But, more importantly, we needed permission from Ms. Lorene.  To us it was helping ,to her it might be an unwanted intrusion in her space.

  I let myself in as Ms. Lorene didn’t answer the door when I knocked. Hollering as I entered to alert her it was just me. She wasn’t feeling well that day. And said, she had stayed in bed all weekend.

  So that gave me the opening I needed. Ms. Lorene, don’t you think you would benefit from a hospital bed? Well, honestly this bed has gotten really hard for me to get up and out of she declared.

   But, all my things whatever would I do with them? 

We explained we could take this bed down and stand it against the wall. We were sure we could get some help with the clothes. Personal thing things could be put in boxes and put around the wall.

Would you be interested in getting some help in the kitchen and bathroom? It would make it so much easier to get you, walker, around. You wouldn’t have to turn sideways anymore, as we explained, she appeared interested.

   She said  I would love to get it where I could walk around again. It wasn’t a big deal till I couldn’t walk anymore. But, who will you get to do it?

We explained that hospice frequently has volunteers to help out. So we would see.

   That day there were 7 of us that showed up to help. We brought boxes garbage bags, and cleaning supplies. Because of the Hospital bed being delivered, we started there first. Taking down the bed and placing against the wall.

  We sorted clothes with Ms. Lorene’s direction. We had those needed for now and those for winter in another pile.

  We even had a church member to volunteer to take care of her laundry weekly.

  We packed boxes along one wall to clear a path for Ms. Lorene or anyone else. What an awesome feeling to know she was safe to navigate it again.

   The kitchen and living room went quickly with seven pairs of hands pitching in with the cleanup. We filled up some 30 green garbage bags. Yes, thirty. We took turns washing dishes and putting them up in a nice and clean cabinet.

The bed came and was put up for use. Her face was priceless, to be able to sleep in a clean,clutter-free and comfortable bed.

  The one thing I think we will all remember was the tears of gratitude by Ms. Lorene. She apologized for the mess her house had become.

Saying it got out of hand and then she didn’t know how to start to clean it. Then she got sick and couldn’t clean it.  She feared she would die with it like that. She did not want to be remembered as a hoarder.

 Now she could die with her head held high.

Amazing what a little caring and compassion can accomplish.

 We hope you are encouraged and inspired to make a difference in someone today.

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Blessings,