Saturday, May 30, 2015
The second Saturday of Pentecost, brought sis, big bro' and me all together at Mom's bedside in the early afternoon. We hadn't planned it that way. We normally go at different times. I was hoping to get there early enough to recover a nice 400 percale sheet that I had left behind the previous day before it was whisked away forever to be recycled by the giant nursing home and hospital sheet and pillowcase laundry franchises of New York City. But, I was too late,
I should be grateful I hadn't left behind my Kindle. It has been a blessing these past two years to be able to browse the internet forjust about any show produced in the 1950s and play it for Mom, close to her good ear. I chose "Sea Hunt", starring Lloyd Bridges and "Perry Mason" because both aired during Saturday nights when we were huddled together in the dining room of our apartment in Brooklyn.
They both have pretty haunting theme music that once you've heard, you never quite forget. Mom was definitley attentive as the first program played. It was eerie watching Beau and Jeff Bridges' dad perform stunts and fight scenes underwater at an age far younger than either of them now are. And, considering that television itself was only about ten years old, it was a well-produced show that holds up pretty well today.
Sis and Big Bro' left before I could play the Perry Mason episode, but, mid way through it Mom did beginn to notice her surroundings. Along with her shouts for her own mother and father were the occasional query as to who I was and once satisfied of that she even asked about Sis and whether she had left already.
She was in definite pain as well might be expected after just having pulled her feeding tube out by the bulbous end which was supposed to keep it from escaping from her stomach. Never minding that, she has done it close to a dozen times over ther space of the last three years, much to the astonishemt of just about everyone.
I should be grateful I hadn't left behind my Kindle. It has been a blessing these past two years to be able to browse the internet forjust about any show produced in the 1950s and play it for Mom, close to her good ear. I chose "Sea Hunt", starring Lloyd Bridges and "Perry Mason" because both aired during Saturday nights when we were huddled together in the dining room of our apartment in Brooklyn.
They both have pretty haunting theme music that once you've heard, you never quite forget. Mom was definitley attentive as the first program played. It was eerie watching Beau and Jeff Bridges' dad perform stunts and fight scenes underwater at an age far younger than either of them now are. And, considering that television itself was only about ten years old, it was a well-produced show that holds up pretty well today.
Sis and Big Bro' left before I could play the Perry Mason episode, but, mid way through it Mom did beginn to notice her surroundings. Along with her shouts for her own mother and father were the occasional query as to who I was and once satisfied of that she even asked about Sis and whether she had left already.
She was in definite pain as well might be expected after just having pulled her feeding tube out by the bulbous end which was supposed to keep it from escaping from her stomach. Never minding that, she has done it close to a dozen times over ther space of the last three years, much to the astonishemt of just about everyone.