Hope you enjoy this rerun. It is near the top of all my posts as far as likes and comments. I still get a kick out of it. Come and grow old with me.
How humiliating! I had to hold my husband’s hand as we walked to the car this morning. Now we’ve been married and I have held my dear husband’s hand for 63 years with pleasure, many miles I’m sure and enjoyed each mile of it, but that was when I didn’t have to hold his hand. I assure you there is a vast difference in holding hands and in having to hold hands.
Situation was this: My eighty-six year old husband, Sammy, and I went out to eat breakfast at the Mason Lodge Fundraiser for the Senior Center. The following is reason for my agitation.
We went in separate vehicles. I didn’t care about where he parked because he is fit as a fiddle and runs most anywhere he goes.
I did care about where I parked. But I still had to go to the back forty to find a place. I got out of the car, couldn’t even see the entrance door, so I looked at my cane over in the passenger seat. Looked for the entrance again. It hadn’t moved any closer. Looked at the cane in the passenger seat again. Could I manage without it? Which is preferable: to waddle with a cane, or to double-waddle without it?
I remind myself I’m at a fundraiser for Senior Citizens. Surely others will have canes. My “without-cane” waddle is pretty bad and besides I might fall. I take the cane.
Yes, there were others with canes. That made it worse. They were all old people with canes and waddles, some even had a waddling canes! What if younger people saw me with them! My hair is not gray. Maybe they would think I was post accident not pre accident. If I had borrowed Sammy’s workout jacket, they might think I had just stretched a muscle.
I ditched the cane on the back of a chair as soon as I found an empty one. It was much more age appropriate for me to hang onto the back of all the chairs as I waddled to the food line.
I believe holding a full plate of biscuits, gravy, eggs, hash-browns, pancake, and sausage strengthened me. Fortified by the outlook of food and with the determination that I was not going to drop that plate, I was able to walk slowly and gracefully back to the chair where my cane waited unused. At least I walked slowly and steadily—didn’t want to jiggle my food together.
Friends sat with us. Good food. Good visiting. I only asked Sammy to go for one refill of gravy for me. He hopped right up, got a bowl of gravy for me. I shared it with him and a friend. Others might not have noticed that he was getting the gravy for me.
Finally it is bye-bye, time to go. After friends left, I retrieved the cane and headed down the aisle. With cane in my right hand, Sammy took my left. We both tried to ignore the cane. Before we left, a friend gave me a gift of a candle. Sweet of her but I didn’t have a third hand! Sammy had two hands – one free of me so he carried the candle in it. He went to my car with me—he walked, I waddled, but I was able to keep my cane from waddling.
True to our sixty-three years together, he assured himself that I was safely in the car, kissed me bye, and dashed back to his vehicle.
I surely must have done something right. I made no mistake when I fluttered my eyelashes at him when I was eighteen.
A gallant gentleman— nothing finer 🥰
He’s a dilly.
Sounds it 🥰
What a sweet love story! No, you made no mistake. ❤
We had some wearisome years, but stuck together. 😀
Lovely story. My only sure and solid foundation is the Lord. Having to use a cane (mercifully not yet necessary but I do have two). is not a problem for me. I even have one specially for very tall ladies and it allows you to stand up straight and keep your focus ahead. Last year I thought it may be necessary. This year, my daughter seems more in need of it than myself. Seasons of change and learning to ‘go with the flow’. Your Sammy is a gentleman. My David is too but I think he would say ‘why don’t you use the cane?’ You are no longer a spring chicken, my dear.!
Sweet and precious and funny! Thank you so much for sharing this I am now on crutches due to bone-on-bone arthritis and I go about trying to leave the crutches behind and hide my waddle…both painful and silly…but my hair hasn’t turned grey yet and I hate to look like I NEED the crutches!
Using a cane that you don’t really need wouldn’t be so bad, would it. People are so kind; they hold doors for you and all that nice stuff so the cane is rather handy – if you didn’t really HAVE to have it. 😀
What a sweet story! I am sure you guys look cute as a couple. 😘😍
Thank you. The years do roll on fast. It has been so long I can’t remember “me” without him. I went to your blog but I find e-mail enrollment. I only check the follow that is handled by Word Press. Maybe this is a different format for them, but I don’t do direct email contacts. Whatever that means! 😀 I called them about it one time. They told me there would either be a “follow” button or a icon in the lower right corner. I didn’t find either. Maybe I will get updated sometime.
That’s strange. I distinctly remember that there is Word press follow button in the lower part of the main page of my blog. I never knew problems like this existed. 😅Maybe you could try clicking on the main page of my blog. Anyways, thanks! 😊
It is there and I clicked. I think I might have had my zoom too big before. Anyway, we are all set. Thanks.