Lisa the hospital I wrote about is in Poteet, Texas so it was just called Poteet Hospital. It is just north of us and is the Strawberry capital of Texas.
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
I was surprised to see any comments after so long a time. I miss everyone but I'm swamped. John has Dementia, can see and hear very little. Everything is up to me even though I have my own health problems. I have MDS, a blood disease, stage three kidney disease, and tests show I have Pulmonary Hypertinsion but don't have the symtems. John sleeps a lot but likes for me to take him for drives on country roads so we do that most every day. I'm taking Procrit injections in the stomach every other week to try to keep my blood counts up. So far it has helped, but they are never where they should be. In spite of everything The Lord has been good to us. Things could be worse.
Monday, June 3, 2019
Want to buy a hospital? Only $25,000. Roof and floor is bad, but basement okay. The memories can not be taken away. I remember my aunt working there in her polished white shoes and starched cap. Must have been the 40's. The doctor who came out to the country to deliver me in 1936 had an office in there. I wonder if he owned that hospital. We never went to doctors or dentist. Don't know if it was because we were poor or if mama and daddy thought kids didn't need to go. Probably a little of both. However I did go one time but we had to wait so long because the doctor was out, probably delivering a baby. We went home and mama finally got the rash on my hand cleared up. While waiting my mama struck up a conversation with the woman sitting next to her. The woman chose to tell why she was there. Seems one of her children had worms. She took a paper out of her purse and opened it to expose a little worm she had brought to show the doctor with hopes he could prescribe something for her child. When we left she was still waiting. A few years ago I was walking in the local cemetary and ran upon this doctor's grave. The lady who was his right hand nurse I always thought was his wife was not buried next to him and neither was anyone else. I must see if I can research about him and this hospital.
Monday, June 25, 2018
Saturday, June 23, 2018
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Monday, June 18, 2018
I read on the internet today that June is rose month. I've never heard that before and you know the internet wouldn't lie. You do, don't you? Anyway it may as well be June as any other month. This rose is not mine. My only rosebush died a few months ago. Several years ago we went to pay the lease on one of the ranches where John raised his cattle. The landlord had a lot of tall cans with a rosebush in each one. I have no idea where he got them or what he was going to do with them. I paused to admire them and he told me I could have one to take home of my choice. I planted it and it did well and bloomed pretty. One about the color of this picture.