Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Do you ever wonder how you have coped if you were born in another time, another era. When I watch old movies, or episodes of old shows like Little House On The Prairie, I wonder how I would have handled the conditions of living during that time. As a race, we are being conditioned to be lazier and lazier with each passing year. Patience, once a virtue, is now something not tolerated. Having to wait for anything, God Forbid overnight for a movie or song to download is now something most of us find unacceptable!
I had the flu this weekend. I was propped in my big bed with my laptop, newspapers and magazines, the new Grisham a friend had brought over, hard cover to boot! (I wait for paperbacks). My phone on my nightstand, my remote and tv with a stack of DVD's and downloads I could not have finished if I tried. Anytime I wanted anything I picked up the phone, anytime I was curious about something I simply headed to google.
While lying there, nose running and feeling sorry for myself, my mind forced me back to when I was about 5 or 6 in the early eighties. The memory is not really a good one, but tends to pop up now and then when I get whiny. I remember my mother dragging me and my siblings to visit her older sister who was dying of cancer. She lived with her husband, but he was at work during the day so my mother and her younger sister took turns checking in on her during the day.
It was July and the room was hot as hell. As soon as we arrived, my mother brought the fan closer to my aunt and put a fresh bowl of ice in front of the fan to help keep my aunt cool. She fed her broth, put on some food for my uncle to eat later when he got home from work. My aunt had a Harlequin by her side and little black and white television but not close enough to reach. I remember my mother double checking that my aunt was ok with The Price Is Right being left on as there were only two channels. There was one push button phone in the living room but an extra long cord which enabled my aunt to have it by her bed during the days.
What I remember most distinctly was that my mother insisted we wait while she went into my aunts room alone first before we could enter, She went alone again after we had left. What I didn't know at first, but regrettably found out by peaking back into the room, was the reason my mother did the two trips into the room without us, was to put on, and then subsequently take off, my aunts wig. I know a big part was a concern over how we might react, but I also think a big part of it was my aunt needing to care for, and control her appearance even with everything that was going on to other parts of her body. I am glad to have this memory, as difficult as it is, it helped me when I think my sniffles and fever is the absolute worse thing that I could be going through.
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