My first job after graduation was in an intensive care unit. I worked 3rd shift, and it seemed like everyone died on that shift. The nurses seemed cold and callous and death did not bother them at all. The truth is, I was too young and not mature enough to handle that job. Now, as I look back on my 45 years of nursing, I matured and my heart changed. Through the years, caring for the dying became an extremely rewarding experience. Saints die well, and I have received many blessing from being with their family at their bedside, and keeping them comfortable at the end of their life.
What Fishing stories do you remember?
Dad liked to take us three kids fishing whenever he could take a break from farming. We dug up worms down by the horse tank. We headed to Rattlesnake creek east of the farm. Dad never got to fish much, because he spent most of his time untangling our fishing line from tress, bushes or logs in the bottom of the creek. I remember one time he got so mad at me because he spent most of his time getting me out of my messes. He finally said, “Dandy, you just go up to there to the middle of the road and do all the casting you want, because there are not any trees to get tangled up in.” I took my rod and reel up to the road and cast my line and bobber as hard as I could. I watched a the fishing line and bobber hit the high line wires and wrapped around and around. I decided to let Dad fish awhile before showing him my mess. He walked up from the creek to check on me, took a look at my predicament and pulled out his pocket knife and cut my fishing line. That was the end of my fishing for the day. For months I looked for the bobber hanging from the telephone lines every time we drove down that road. I don’t ever remember catching any fish.
When the folks moved to Bella Vista he always wanted to take the grandkids fishing. Todd was so excited he cast his line in right off the boat dock. Grandpa told him, “You’ll never catch a fish there, Todd!” He immediately got a bite. I loved the memories of fishing with Daddy.
Think of the journal/writing process as a gift to yourself and your family. Blessings will come by remembering people and experiences that impacted your life. Sharing with family will help them to know you better, and you will start to know yourself better. No time for writer’s block. I will send you occasional prompts. Write and have fun. Then just file your writing in chronological order. If you are not a writer, share your experiences with a friend.
*Share your memories of 911.
I was working at the Wichita VA when we saw the tragedy unfold on television. The following day and for several years (until I moved to Arizona) on 911 a few of us were on Kellogg avenue in front of the VA, proudly waving our flag at the cars that drove by. Working at the VA was never the same.
The tragedies of September 11 only strengthened my love for the Veterans in our care, and the numerous young men and women that joined the military. It made me want to hold my loved ones even closer. My priorities changed. I was determined not to let the horrors of this national tragedy shadow over my life. I am going to do the things I want to do, and enjoy spending time with friends and family. Now our travels consist of renewing those “friendships of the heart!”
I thank God everyday that I live in the USA. Dana
Write about your earliest childhood memory.
My earliest memory was laying on a pillow in my mother’s arms. I could feel the warmth from the old black floor furnace at her feet. I listened to the rhythmic squeaking of the old rocking chair as Mom hummed, “Rock A Bye Baby”