“When Men Are Caregivers” What A Life’sdailyinspiration

“When Men Are Caregivers” What A Life’s Daily Inspiration

I recently had this awesome quote sent to me in a text, no , I didn’t write it but , I love it and wanted to share it.

It’s pure Life’sdailyinspiration

Why do we do
No one else can die for us,
But we don’t have to die
Alone,that is why I am here.
Our patients journeys are
our journeys too.”
“Author unknown”

Care giving is more of a woman’s job, or I should say it is most often a woman in the role as primary care giver whether it is a wife, a mom, a sister or a friend, or significant other.

Not Always, “men make great givers”

There are men who are care givers and  they make awesome caregivers . I have been privileged to see quite a few in my career these last 40 years.

Although a few really stand out in my mind because they went the extra mile and did not only all they could and then some.

Mr. Bill was a home inspector when his mom came to live with him at 80 years old. She could still walk, dress and do daily grooming then.

At the age of 94  years old , she was bed bound, and contracted in her arms and legs.

Mr. Bill had quit his job to stay home and care for his Mom. She was probably now 95 lbs soak and wet. He had tried sitters and was not happy with the care his Mom  had received.

So he retired to do for his Mom , as she had always done for him.
Bill told me he had no idea what he was doing in the beginning but, quickly learned.

One of my first visits

One of my first visits he asked is there a way to wash her hair while still the bed ?  I showed him how we accomplished that little chore.  He learned how to change the bed with his Mom  in it.

How best to bathe and clean her , to brushing her dentures and cleaning them. Simple enough stuff for most of us women but Bill was in the beginning, like a lost ball in high weeds.

He was better in the end than any woman  care giver I had  ever seen.  Bar none. What an awesome thing to know that he was determined to care for his Mom.  He  far surpassed just the basics.

He was a true Life’s daily inspiration, I recently saw Bill at the grocery store .He was now many years older.

Using a walker stooped and not very steady. His life’s garden of roses had grown thorns and shown up in the form of poor mobility.

Finding Joy in the Morning

He talked about never having regretted caring for his Mom. That God had blessed him beyond anything he could fathom.

He said he would do it all over again if he could.
Bill said he wished he could tell her one more time that he loved her.

And  that when he went home to be with the Lord how he would  be to see her again, healthy, whole and happy, and waiting for him to join her.
In their new home. In A Home,”Where We Never Grow Old!”

Which is the title old gospel song and it was whirling around in my head for hours after helping Bill to his car.

I just couldn’t shut it off, so thought I would share part of it with you  our readers.
It says far more than I could.

“Where We Never Grow Old”

When our work here is done and the life-crown is won,
And our troubles and trials are o’er;
All our sorrow will end, and our voices will blend,
With the loved ones who’ve gone on before.

Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where we’ll never grow old;
Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where we’ll never grow old.
Written by, James C. Moore

I , like Bill am looking forward to that wonderful day.
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“Onward til’ Upward”
Scarlett and Elaine


Lifes Daily Inspiration “One Of My Greatest Memories”



Lifesdailyinspiration One Of My Greatest Memories”

What do you see when you look at my old worn out little bucket? Do you think I need to replace it with a brand new one that is bright and shiny?

Oh no, I can not as this little old bucket is part of my Life’sdailyinspiration.

This bucket represents some of my greatest memories and forever after will retain a special place for cherished family memories.

A Bucket full of Memories

This little bucket is full of memories to me, Please let me explain.

Should someone or something be considered of less value because it’s aged ?

My Grandmother was a saint. A devoted preacher’s wife with 5 children. She was so wise. She would tell my sisters and I, well anyone really, when we were kids” listen to your elders, they have lived, pay attention and learn from their mistakes ”

I have thought of those words so many times In my life, especially as I was finding my path in life.

Those words really became obvious to me when I messed up.

The light at the end of the tunnel

I am a slow learner but eventually I see the light and its usually attached to a train.

Did your Grandmother ever call you sister? Lol. Mine would tell me ” oh sister you drove your ducks to a bad pond ” or ”oh sister walks like a duck, acts like a duck, must be a duck ”

We’ll for some reason for a while I had a really good knack or maybe quack is a better term for seeking all of the bad ducks as I drove to the bad ponds .

Fortunately for me I had great support from both set of grandparents wonderful parents, sisters and brother n laws

I claim my brother in laws as my brothers and often have told my sisters if they ever get divorced I’m keeping my brothers!!!

Respect where has it gone?

We were raised in a time when children said Aunt, Uncle, please, thank you, sir and you earned allowance.

We also knew the beauty of playing outside in the sunshine and if you wanted to make a phone call, guess what, the phone was attached to the wall. Say it ain’t so !

We also knew to give our seat to an elder. It was a given not only to show

.respect but to WANT to be respectful .

And yes we salute the American flag!

Would you ever say” huh ” to your parent?

I know that would had never been thought of at my house.It was a different time .

Getting back to my old little life’s  daily inspirational bucket.

An old used bucket or a priceless memory

You see, to you it may look like just an old used up bucket but to me it’s worth gold.

In fact neither gold nor silver could buy ir from me, not at any price!

I am blessed with a large family wonderful parents with 3 older sisters, my sisters are much older than I.

OK, I lied, my sisters are not that much older, I just love saying that .

Our parents loved to celebrate and have a party every single holiday, literally.A great reason to bring our family together .

Filled to the rim

Mother filled this little old bucket with all of our names close to a 100 or so, with grandchildren, great-grandchildren etc

And she would draw someones name out of this little old bucket .

If the winner was unable to attend the party she would mail them, slow mail, NOT email a hand written card with congratulations for winning the drawing for that said holiday with a little bit of money in it .

Let me tell ya, those cards are priceless!

Mother is now in Heaven with Daddy and I have taken over of the drawing of the names in this little old bucket

It can be a little bitter-sweet and overwhelming with emotion but a tradition that we will carry on .

What are some of your traditions and favorite memories ?

Elaine $ Scarlett

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Lifesdailyinspiration “Women Can Inspire Men“

Life’s Daily Inspiration  “Women can Inspire Men”

When I was eighteen I bought a fifty-four passenger school bus, not so unusual you think. Maybe not for a man but, for a woman holy cow, people thought I’d lost my mind. I bought this bus for song from a local church that no longer needed. After the purchased a new model.

They were“ NOT”very inspiring by an large, except for my dad who as you’ve read before in past articles. Was always my biggest cheerleader. He told me you can do anything, what you don’t know you can always learn.

Dad Inspired my life

He was always lifes daily inspiration to me, so moving along on my story. Once I had the bus I moved it to the back of my dads property and started removing all the seats. After work and weekends were no longer free for me.


Once all the seats were out I needed to find a cheap form of lite weight insulation to put over head. And ended up using carpet padding gluing it up all over inside of roof and walls to stop some heat. And preventing cooking alive whoever was inside at the time. Mainly that being me, Lol.

Choices had to be made

After a couple of weeks I was ready for a few decisions on other things to be done.

Next I framed the walls from windows down with 2x4s tying them into the frame with a drill and screws and yes, it was very tiring and very time-consuming and yet very rewarding.

A couple weeks hater I put quarter inch plywood over the frame work and trimmed around the top and bottom like a giant picture frame with rough lumber that had in places some bark still showing.

Next the really fun part began (NOT) I needed to stain the plywood which I did by hand with a rag ‘to’get the exact shade and color I was looking for. Then 2 coats of polyurethane on top of that.

All by myself, my dad coming out back on Saturday Mornings to see what I had done since the last time. He never once said why don’t you do it like this? Or why did you do that? He truly was my life’s dailyinspiration,sometimes he would ask how can I best help out? My answer, just be there in case I need to ask you a question.

If you can dream it you can do it


His response was you don’t need me, but if you do I will be here for you.

There were times I would ask the best way to do something and we would discuss it without him every saying do it this or that way. He would give me ideas the path I chose was My own.

Now I was ready to fix the ceiling and cover the insulation .

(padding) I had glued up. Years ago we had an outlet store called Borg fabric it was very lite weight and came up sixty inches wide and whatever yardage you needed. I decided that would work so bought a baby blue color with a short pile (so it looked like carpet and not material.) and you guessed it went through the gluing process a second time. (Lord, deliver me from that project ever again) then I took 1×2 and lightly stained them and them covered with a polyurethane. And, screwed them in running the length of my bus making 2 runs front to back.

Ceiling was done and looking good. My dad was so proud. Next I carpeted the floor with dark navy blue carpet.

 working with my hands

And then came one of my favorite pastimes building cabinets as I love wood working. Of course, Another odd hobbie for a woman. I learned as I went making doors and cabinet fronts. And they were not to bad.

Next I Went to have a talk with my dad about what kind of cooking stove I would need. And he gave several ideas to think about. So off to Ships RV I went. To purchase a propane cook top with four burners. Unfortunately the directions didn’t say it came with the gas valves fully opened and I like to have burnt my eyebrows off when I lit it for a trial run. Go ahead laugh my dad did, he slapped his leg and hooted like an owl. It was funny.

Now the walls are done, the ceiling is done, the cabinets installed in lite green 8 ft counter top. I then took and cut the hole for my sink and plumed it to a holding tank I had mounted to underneath the bus. That could hold 30 gallons of grey water.

One of the last projects on this build was my dinning table and benches which had backs to lean on and the seats I placed hinges on and made them closed in, for storage for pantry items in addition to under cabinets under cabinets on counter sides.

Furniture and lighting

All that was left was to put furniture and lighting and Air conditioning. Which, I accomplished by putting a comfy blue suede chair in right rear corner and made a day bed 8 ft long on either side, one at the end of kitchen counter and the other beside the dining eat in area, and the rear window on right side I removed a window by the hardest, and put in a small room air conditioning. Now I was ready to go camping in style.

And my proudest moment was when my Dad said, when are we going and where. We both loved to fish so more memories to be shared later.

You can learn to do anything

I never once doubted I could do all those things because my dad my hero, had raised us all through our childhood saying, you can learn to do anything. Can’t never could do nothing. And there is no dumb question. Except for the one you never ask.

The moral I guess is have faith like the grain of a mustard seed so we can accomplish whatever we set out to do in life.

And along the way inspire others as my dad inspired me, to do or be whatever they can dream up. I always strive to be an encouragement to my family members nieces and nephews and great nieces and so on. I to this day still believe if you work hard and study what you do not know you can learn to do anything. There may be a few screw ups along the way but, you can achieve your hearts desire.

Thanks for reading with us today, please leave us your comments we love hearing from you.

Many Blessings, Scarlett and Elaine

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Refrigerator left side, and in front of it benches and table.

Overhead Borg carpet back door with screen. Sorry they are dark but are over 30 yrs old.

Kitchen area.

One of the daybeds. Both were of course identical

Easy chair.