2020 February 10 Monday

2020 February 10 Monday in Liberty Hill, Texas http://TomAndEllaJournal.WordPress.com

didn’t even bother taking a sunrise photo. This is looking west and it shows the same overcast sky but has better scenery. A rain shower past through before we were out of bed this morning.

e had fries with our breakfast. We also had some fry bread with sugar and cinnamon.

ust so you don’t think that all we had for breakfast was fries and bread, we also had bacon and eggs.

he drive to the Georgetown senior center it’s a fairly straight road and most of it is sixty five miles per hour. And no, it didn’t take an hour, eleven minutes, and twenty six seconds to get there. I just forgot to stop the tracker app when we arrived.

e took our Fast Track game with us to the center. We had hoped that someone would join us in a game. So far that has not happened. Ella and I played five games. I won the first three and sure won the final two.

here were about a dozen there for lunch today. Lunch was beef tacos, beans, and baked apples. The cooks made a special plate for me that was made without onions, to which I am dangerously allergic.

rom the center in Georgetown we went to Wal-Mart in Cedar Park to get Ella’s prescriptions. Both of us took time yesterday to refill our pill sorters. Both of us had enough for one week’s worth of pills but not enough to fill the rest of our sorters. She ordered hers and we picked them up today. I ordered mine through the VA and will receive them sometime in the near (I hope) future. There is one pain pill that I take three times a day that I have a ten day supply of. Those have no refill available. I’ll contact my VA doctor to see if she will do a refill without an office visit.


I have been thinking about my grandfather.

There are some things that I remember and there are some things that I know about my grandfather. My memories of my gran’pa are few. He was in his nineties when I was born, so I remember him as a frail old man who had big gaps in his memory.

What I know of him paints a different picture that is hard for me to visualize. Trying to picture him as tall, lean and muscular is difficult. I know he was these things, because he had to be.
He made part of his living digging wells. This was before big drilling machines. This was in the day when they were dug with muscle and sweat. He was what was known as a well witch or water diviner.
I remember that he showed me how to cut a forked branch from a sapling to use as a divining rod. He held it in an overhand grasp and then walked with it in front of him. When the end dipped of its own accord this is where there was water. He could tell by the pull of the rod how deep the well would be.
I’m not sure that I believe in diving for water, but I’ve held it in my hands and felt the pull for myself.
They other thing that he did was fiddle for dances. All of my grandfather’s relatives played various musical instruments. These are things I’ve been told by my mother.
These things I remember: I remember gran’pa sitting at the table just staring and not saying a word. This was his way of letting us know that we needed to pass something to him. I remember him eating peas with his knife and saucering his coffee for it to cool.
I recall his mustache. I’m, at the time of this writing, seventy three years old and I still envy that mustache. It was a glorious, bushy thing that completely covered his lower lip.
I can still see him sitting in his easy chair with his feet propped up in the open door of the oil burner. The oil burning stove sat in the living room and was the only heat for the two story house. Gran’pa would sit there and go to sleep with his eyes open. That both fascinated and frightened me. Once he’d gone to sleep, his pipe would fall out onto his chest. I think every shirt he owned had burn holes in it.
He had holes in more than his clothes. He also had holes in his memory. He knew I was his grandson, but he didn’t recognize my mother as his daughter. He always called her “that woman”. I remember how much that hurt her.
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  • *The Over The Hill Gang, (3307 RR 1869) Any area senior 50 years or older is invited to join for fellowship and a meal every Thursday at 11:30 a.m. The first meal is free; afterwards, individuals are asked to donate $6 for their meal.
  • **Grandies welcomes those 50+ every week with friendship, games and a ministry to connect to others. As a special part of their ministry, Grandies sign and send greeting cards with inspirational messages to those serving in the military, the sick or homebound and church members celebrating happy milestones like birthdays and graduation. Since this ministry started, more than 3,300 cards have been sent!

In the summer, Grandies also work to make available snack packs through Operation Liberty Hill for children who may not otherwise have enough food without a school in session. Additionally, they provide meals at Vacation Bible School. and host bake sales twice a year to raise funds for their important works.

Wednesdays, 9 a.m.
Currently meets at the OTHG building (3307 RR 1869)