Monday, July 7, 2008 ;
2:59 PM
Hope everyone had a great holiday. I played in two Alzheimer's units on the Fourth, singing as many patriotic songs as I could find, including the songs for Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines. Wow, what words! And - the word "caissons" has been changed to "the Army goes rolling along." So if you don't know what caissons are, it doesn't matter any more. :)
Today I am beginning a week of little stories about my wonderful mom. She was born Sarah Margaret Cooper in the town of Findlay, Ohio, eighty some years ago.
(You're not supposed to ever really tell a lady's age.) The most traumatic thing that happened to my mom as a child...she was run over by a car! Evidently she pulled away from big sister Ruth's hand, wanting to cross the street by herself. This was in the twenties, so cars weren't heavy steel like now. She was cross-eyed for a bit, and remembers wearing a patch on one eye. Tomorrow's story will be about "the little stove" and Orphan Annie's Sandy.
♫♫♪♫♪ from Marg
Marg Marshall, 2:59 PM
