My quest for mobility

I've applied to see if I qualify for one of those scooters. So I can get around stores and such better. Apparently, I have to need one in my house in order for the insurance to pay for it. I've tried explaining to them that my house is too crowded and small for a scooter or even a chair. That I use the furniture and stuff to lean on to get around in here or I can sit when I need to.

So okay first I was told that someone would have to come out and evaluate my mobility in my home. Fine I can do that. Then I got a call from a physical therapist who said they needed to see me. So I made an appointment with her. Last night I get a call from the guy who has to come to my house, I don't need to see the PT lady. He'll just come and check me out here. Okay fine. This morning he calls to let me know that he's not coming I need to go to the PT lady, who has already cancelled my appt. So I have called and made another appt with her.

Please keep your fingers crossed that I actually make it to this appt. next week, before something else changes.

Don't ya just love red tape?

more old pics and stuff

This is a pic of my grandmother on the right and her twin. This was their high school gradutation picture from 1939. There were about 20 students in their graduating class.

I wonder if they had any idea where life would take them? I had no idea they'd been some of the places they went. But I've been sorting these pics. ;-0 They've traveled this country from shore to shore and back again. And Grandmother has traveled other countries. Just one of the benefits of marrying a man who worked for TWA for 40 years. LOL

Looking at all these old pictures has my mind in the past. So many memories, mostly good. ;-0 I'll be adding more of them to my blog.

New pics

This is me and my brother I was 13 and he was 9 months. These were taken when we were home on leave. He still looks just like that. LOL

This is me and Dad, I was about 3 and he was 24. He's been gone for almost 4 years now. I miss him everyday.

Then this is me and Mom. A photographer came to the house and took these. Most of the pics from that day are just me, with hands holding me up. But they got one of us together. Dad was probably out at sea when they were taken.

Who would've guessed?

We got a letter from my grandpa yesterday. He wrote it in Valentine's Day and was kind of sad missing Grandmother. He was telling us how they met, this is a story I'd never heard.

I remember the day I found out Grandmother was getting remarried. Mom and I were driving down the road and she said that Grandmother was bringing someone to meet us. His last name was Grimes and they were getting married. I laughed for 10 minutes at the thought that now she'd be 'Granny Grimes'. lol Not that I would have dared call her that to her face she was always Grandmother.

Anyway, in the letter Grandpa said that they got together when Grandmother's boyfriend was arrested. She asked him to drive up into the city to visit her boyfriend at the jail. No wonder she never told us how they met. LOL

People don't always suck

My Grandparents were selling their house. Everything of importance such as all the pics that were supposed to go to me should have been out of there. I found out tonight they weren't. The son of the woman who bought it, told my brother that there are a bunch of pics left in the house. And guess what? She said we can go and get them tomorrow! YAY!! Probably more pics of people I don't know. LOL I'm going to have to take some of the pics and go visit my grandmother's twin sister. She has alzhiemer's but, since that's the time she lives in she might be able to tell me who some of the people in the pics are.

Just makes me feel good to know that occassionally someone does something nice.

A warning.

A few months ago, after my grandmother died I recieved all of her old pics and papers. Now I loved my grandmother but the woman was a major pack rat. I now know where I get it.

Anyway, I'm going through all of these papers and finding all kinds of treasures. Pics of the grandpa I never knew, the reciept for the first car Grandmother ever bought. LOL There's a letter my dad wrote me when I was 8, and living with my aunt and uncle. He was telling me about being out at sea on the ship and to be a good girl. There are my grandpa's induction papers from 1942, Grandmother's original birth certificate. Did you know that in the '20's there was a space on the birth certificate that asked if the child was legitimate? And in case you are wondering yest she was. I only mention that because both my brother and my mom asked what it said. LOL Grandmother's high school letter, she played volley ball.

Some of Mom's report cards, and some belonging to her siblings. There's a poster of a great-great-grandpa. It's been torn up but it looks like he was running for office. There's Grandmother's diary, given to her by her mother when she was 14. I still haven't read all of it. But it's interesting to read about her daily life. These things can't be replaced. My family history is now scattered all over until I the pics scanned to share. And then scrapbook everything.

Then comes the part that almost blinded me. No not naked pics of anyone. ;-0 But love letters to Grandmother from someone she dated. I was looking at this letter trying to figure out who this person was and it started to get very personal. I knew that she dated but, this was really more than I ever wanted to know. LOL

So this is a warning if you ever inherhit someone's lifetime of papers, pics and such. Becareful what you read you may find out more than you wanted to know. LOL

I'm here

Okay so I've given in a started a blog here. Now what to post?

I know this is something that has been bothering me lately. I have a full leg brace it attaches to my shoe. This sounds awful but it's not, it actually keeps me from falling on my butt all the time. What bothers me is when I go out, complete strangers feel the need to comment on it. Sometimes they say something under their breath as they pass, they say it to me. But the ones who really bother me are the people who want to know every detail about why I have this torture device strapped to my leg. I mean think about it, would they walk up to a guy in a wheelchair and question him? Would they ask a blind guy how he lost his sight? Generally the answer is no. And that's what bothers me, why do they feel they can approach me when they wouldn't others?