– life – bokdrols of wisdom –
Mom tries hard to see the bright side of things. She’ll often praise the staff and nurses that look after her and seldom criticises them. But once she said about one of them, Boy if these were the Seven Dwarves, she’d be Grumpy!
Realising she’d just been critical, she doubled down, tongue-in-cheek: And of course I’m Snow White!
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Mom (97) tells me the male nurse and one of the inmates asked her to play the piano the other day. I can’t, she said, Some of the oldies are watching TV.
Ha! They’d see about that. So they went round and took a vote. Mary Play The Piano won easily over Watch TV.
The TV was muted and Mom played Roll out The Barrel.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XERYdzH_aQ8&pp=ygUacGlhbm8sIHJvbGwgb3V0IHRoZSBiYXJyZWw%3D
The oke in the video is cheating. Mom actually plays it herself for real.
That reminds me: Jock n Brenda Grant had one of these pianolas in the Montrose Motel in Swinburne. Dangerous place, the Montrose.
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Mom was watching the movie Titanic when the frailcare nurses came mid-movie and hauled her off to bed. Well, it was nearly 5pm.
Ever co-operative, dear old Mom sighed and accepted. The next day she asked two fellow inmates who had stayed on: “What happened!? Did it sink all the way to the bottom, or did it land on an iceberg and drift to safety?”
“They gave me a blank look,” she tells me. “Looked at me as though I was mad.” “Oops,” she says, “They didn’t get my little joke.”
Undeterred, she tells me with a chuckle , “Next time I’ll ask them what happened with Cain and Abel. Did Cain kill Abel in the end?” I’ll ask them.
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Disclaimer: Mom Mary was only born in 1928, a full decade after the Titanic hit the bottom, OK?
Mom Mary Methodist tells me she played all the hymns she can remember on the piano in the dining room before breakfast this morning. It’s Sunday, see. She plays ‘for the oldies’ (she’s ninety two, some of the oldies are in their seventies already). ‘They liked them so much I played them all again.’
And she tells me one of the ladies found a screw about an inch and a half long yesterday, and walked round asking everyone, ‘Who’s got a screw loose?’ ‘She’s quite a wag,’ says Ma. ‘When she got to me I murmured to her, ‘Just about all of us, I think.’
Some of the inmates crowd around the piano when she plays. ‘Shame,’ she says, ‘When the meal arrives and I stop playing, some of them have to be shown where their tables are. They’re quite lost.’
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