THE CRANKY OLD MAN
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Friday, August 16, 2013
They Don’t Make Them Like They Used To – a correction
They Don’t Make Them
Like They Used To – a correction
that my mom broke her hip slipping on ice.Actually, mom was trimming a tree branch that was hanging over her
driveway and annoying her.At 5’2” she
could not quite reach the limb even with some long handled “loppers” (mom’s
technical term*.)In order to reach the
limb, she climbed into a wheel barrow for extra height. From my brothers correction:
As she reached for the limb, she put her weight on
the front of the wheel barrel and felt it tipping. She recalls Dad appearing
in her mind and saying something to the effect, "Do not press your
luck" (something that my dad would have said) and then the wheel
barrel threw her to the ground, breaking her hip.
The rest of the story where she refused to call for
help, not wanting to bother anyone was essentially true.
The ice story as told by my brother:
My recollection with the garage was that she locked
herself out of the house one night when temperatures were approaching
zero. She decided not to bother anyone and to just curl up in
the car in the garage until morning. I was calling her and could not
get her, felt something was wrong and called Wanda and David Scott (a handyman
friend of my mom.) David went by and found her half frozen in the
garage. I think he had a key to let her in because Wanda also worked for
Now I know mom kept a spare key in a fake rock near
the door, but in the dark I guess she could not find it.The funny part of this story, if there can be
any humor in an 85+ year old woman almost freezing to death because she didn’t
want to be a bother to her neighbors, is mom was always locking us (me) out at
Mom was a nut about security and constantly checked
and locked the doors an night.For those
of us (me) that smoked and at 50+ years old were still afraid to let their
mother know of this habit, we (I) was often locked out at night while sneaking
in a quick butt.Somehow this time mom
got herself caught by her own paranoia.
Kooky, paranoid, or on the edge of approaching dementia,
Mom was one tough lady!
just Googled that tool and Lopper is the correct term…who knew!