Alzheimer’s… As Population Ages, a Growing Problem
How often have we heard older people say, “I don’t mind getting old, if I still have my mind.”? It is a worry for all of us over the age of 60. Just the other day, I said to A.J., “We aren’t as busy today as we were last Saturday are we?”
She looked at me questioningly and responded, “No”. Later at my desk, I realized her
slow response to my question was because it wasn’t Saturday — today was only Friday.
I tried to justify that slip-up by blaming it on the fact that I had my hair done on Thursday this week and not on my usual day — Friday. Therefore, my week was all messed up.
Well, fortunately, such errors are not a sign of Alzheimer’s disease, just a sign of a senior moment, but it does give one pause. That night Joe told me that he had talked to a son of one of his old friends whom he had not seen for a while. It seems this friend does have a father with Alzheimer’s and does not now recognize friends or family members when that visit. This is sad for all concerned.
We hear that scientific are making progress on medications that will slow the process of this disease, but so far there are no assurances or time limits for the near future.
Meanwhile, if you are over 60, don’t worry if you have misplaced the car keys or forgotten to cancel your dinner reservations. These things are normal if they happen occasionally.
Here is a story that brought Alzheimer’s to my attention recently:
A story as told by an anonymous doctor’s office nurse.
It was a busy morning at the clinic, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80’s arrived to
have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry, as he had an appointment at 9:00 a.m.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.
On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in three years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, “And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who they are?” He smiled as he patted my hand and said: “She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.” I had to hold back tears as he left. I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought — “That is the kind of love I want in my life.”
Things Heard ‘Round the Potbellied Stove
· Where has the summer gone? By the time you read this paper, the kids will have been in school already for at least 2 weeks.
· Eunice and Harvey Neimeyer entertained their family at Marlene’s recently. Locals, daughter Shirley and David Lynch attended as did son, Steve. Steve was a former student of mine. It was good to see him.
· The Ladies’ Church Circle from the Old Auxvasse – Nine Mile Presbyterian Church held their annual “Eat Out” Luncheon at Marlene’s on July 28. We had 10 ladies in attendance – – down a bit from last year when we had 31. The size of the group did not keep down the fun we had visiting. We were glad that Linda Schotte brought Jean Grant. It has been a long time since Jean’s been able to come.
· Former Williamsburg Elementary School Principal, Nicki Kemp, brought all the new teachers from the North Callaway school district to the restaurant and museum late in August. She was giving them a tour of the district. They were on their way to Auxvasse when they left here. (Is it just me, or are teachers getting younger each year?!)
· We have two new members of our staff. Aaron Schleiermacher and Cindy Banks joined our crew in August. Be sure to welcome them either with a word or a smile.
· David Crane turned 47 on August 8th. The family celebrated at a party we held in the renewed and relocated house on the farm. Amy, his wife, had done a great job rehabbing the house. We entertained her parents, John and Carolyn Rankin by giving golf cart tours of the farm. Mason acted as the driver and everyone returned unscathed. It is our hope that the grandsons, Trask and Mason will avail themselves of the hunting and fishing opportunities the farm offer. Bill, Joe, and David never had the time, but their grandfather, Sam Crane, enjoyed it with his friends, often camping there overnight.
· The Williamsburg Ladies’ Club members held their August luncheon at the Post Office Restaurant in Fulton, Missouri, on Wednesday, August 19th. The village may be a small ‘Burg, but we have many activities. Join one of our clubs and participate. Williamsburg Community Club meets the fourth Saturday of the month with a carry in dinner at 6 p.m. at the community building. The Ladies’ Club monthly meeting is also held at the community building. They meet every third Wednesday except August with a potluck luncheon at noon. Come and eat with us… You will be very welcome.
· Jamie For reports that five barn owls were released at Prairie Fork on Wednesday August 19th, the owls are from Raptor Rehab in Columbia, MO.
One of my latest additions to our De Laval collection is printed on this page this is the De Laval cream separator.
De Laval’s first separator design was little more than an oddly – shaped pole mounted on a spindle. Improved models like the model 12 included stacks of cone-shaped discs in the separator “bowl.” These discs increased the surface area, which increased the separator capacity of the machine over its predecessors.
The De Laval model 12 could separate 500 pounds of milk per hour, which was equal to 650 pounds of “claimed” capacity… In any other make of separator. The model 12 represented Gustav de Laval’s relentless pursuit of improvement and innovation.
De Laval’s cream separators have made a permanent mark on the dairy industry. The separator provided complete separated milk and cream in a matter of seconds. This allowed farmers to deliver fresh skim milk on a daily basis.
Delivering freshly skimmed milk meant less sour milk returned to the creamery, and increased profits for the farmer. Also, the use of the hand separator on the dairy farm reduced the manufacturing cost of butter by 40%.
Come into the museum and check out De Laval’s collection.
Patrons of the Month
In the August Villager, I promised to print the following poem written by David Barker about his high school class of 1955 who celebrated their class reunion with us in July. I am late with the poem because space was limited in the August edition. As promised, here is David’s wonderful tribute to his high school class:
Fifty years and counting — that’s how long we’ve been out. Fifty years — who’s counting? C’mon, let’s twist and shout! Here’s to you from 50 and 5 you’re still alive and kickin’ —
Although your vision’s startin’ to dim and your middle — well it’s thickened.
Glasses, dentures, hearing aids, we used to think we’re funny Somehow they’re not so jolly now did you say something honey?
We love our soft recliners, big screen, and remote —
We don’t believe, would never buy the stuff that they promote. When we were kids, we didn’t know ‘Bout meanness, sin, and such — But mom and dad knew right from wrong and tried to teach as much.
Most times we just listened, and maybe rolled our eyes — But when we told our kids the same. Mom, Dad, we sympathize.
Our childhood — mostly fun it was, our games, like tag, non-violent — We didn’t mouth our elders then, much safer to be silent.
In school, we sat and listened. Our teachers we respected. And if we got in trouble there — at home more was expected. We usually did our lessons — our homework – well, we tired. We mostly planned to tell the truth. It was costly if we lied. To get to school most rode the bus — the little kids endured.
Mischief was the minor sort, or front seat was assured.
Around town, mind your business, everyone knows your folks. It’s like having many parents and — you’d better never smoke!
We didn’t feel the pressure, like modern children do.
Our drugs – ex-lax and aspirin — we’re thankful, thru and thru.
Some are on computers, email and cyberspace. Some are not so modern; they like the slower pace. We should thank our lucky stars we live in the U.S.A. Those burkas, bombs, Bin Laden’s have mostly stayed away. And here we are – survivors — we somehow made it through. We built our ladder, it did climb. Our schooling helped us, too.
Here’s to the future, and may it be fun-filled like these past 50.
Hip, hip, hooray for ‘55 our class is just plum nifty!
Smile A While
Certainly some of men could use some training in “How to remember those Special Occassions”. One morning my wife asked, “Mort, do you know what day it is?” At that moment I didn’t have a clue so I figured my best defense would be a good lie. “Of course I do,” I snapped back as I hurriedly out of the kitchen. All the way to work I tried to figure it out. It wasn’t our anniversary, not her birthday, not the day we got engaged, I couldn’t remember. But it had to be something special for her to mention it. I selected flowers, I showed up with gift wrapped earrings and a diner reservation. As we headed for the car I said, “Well honey, did I remember this day or didn’t I?” And she said, ” You certainly did! This is the best Groundhog Day I’ve ever had!”
A Cat goes to Heaven
A cat dies and goes to heaven. God meets him at the gate and says. “You have been a good cat all these years. Anything you deserve is yours, all you have to do is ask.” The cat says, “Well I’ve lived my life with a poor family on a farm and had to sleep on a hardwood floor.” God says, “No more,” and a fluffy pillow appears.
A few days later six mice are killed in a tragic accident and they go to heaven. God meets them at the gate with the same offer he made the cat. The mice say, “All our lives we’ve had to run. Cats, dogs and even women with brooms have chased us. If we could only have a pair of roller skates we wouldn’t have to run anymore.” God says, “No more!” Instantly each mouse is fitted with a beautiful pair of tiny roller skates.
About a week later God decides to check and see how the cat is doing. The cat is sound asleep on his new pillow and God gently wakes him up. He asks, “How are you doing? Are you happy here?” The cat yawns and stretches out and says. “Oh, I’ve never been any happier in my life. and those meals on wheels you’ve been sending over are the best!”
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