Boardman Country!

Where everyone’s entitled to MY opinion.

If you’ve followed my posts at all, chances are you’ve heard me talk (write) about my caregiving adventures from time to time.  Yesterday was the one-year anniversary of the day Ken and Jan moved in with Carrie and Elisabeth and me.

You may not know that one of the main reasons I had to pause my blogging (for what turned out to be a year) was the fact I was building a new caregiving (bed) room and fully wheelchair accessible bathroom in my garage.  This addition, in which Ken and Jan now live (sleep), has worked out stunningly well.  It’s always awesome to have the right tool for the job!

Ken WebKen will turn 87 come January, a veteran of World War II.  Since he did his time in the Navy we call him “The Admiral.”  He just grins.

He spent his career as an electrical engineer and the stories that have drifted back to his kids over the years indicate in no uncertain terms that he was very good at what he did.

His least favorite instrument has long been the accordion.

I’m told also that if he never saw another cat it would be too soon.  But they did have a miniature schnauzer somewhere along the way named “Fritz.”

Ken is a man of very few words, a characteristic that lends itself nicely to the fact that he tends to spend large parts of each day napping in his recliner.  I’m convinced, though, that if the rest of us weren’t quite so verbose Ken would venture forth more often with some of his nuggets.

When he does speak it’s usually to convey some little witticism to Jan.  These often have to do with something pertaining to the latest stupidity on (go figure!) the news.  Something like, “That’s a total waste of time!”  I always have to chuckle since time is exactly what Ken has the most of these days, yet he certainly does not want to waste it on network news!  I’m with you, Ken.

Jan WebGiven her continuing mobility and with merely her 86th birthday coming up in about a week, Jan spends the majority of her time “in motion.”  In her own words, “I do not take naps.”

Her primary “issue,” beyond her wonderment at why Ken doesn’t eat more, is the fact that her memory is severely diminished.  Oh, she can tell you quite a few stories from long ago like the one about how her mother made her play the trombone in the school band even though she was the only girl!  “Janice!  You are going to do it!”  (These days that would probably be considered child abuse.)

But tales from the distant past notwithstanding, the things that happened a few minutes ago (e.g., lunch) seem to disappear from memory like a vapor.

This morning they were both enjoying a DVD called The Big Band Era.  Fortunately, this is one of the things that Jan remembers with a great deal of vigor.  It takes just a few measures of Chattanooga Choo Choo to get her on her feet bustin’ a move.  She absolutely loves those big band classics and they instantly get her talking about the good ol’ days.

Fact is, while we were watching I started feeling nostalgic myself and decided to share with all of you the song that, according to their daughter, Ken and Jan used to call “our song.”  See if you don’t agree when I say that this has got to be one of the most mellow pieces of harmony ever recorded.

Let ‘er rip.

I love music of many genres, but in MY always humble 🙂 opinion this is some of the best there is.

You’re in Boardman Country!

Make yourself at home,

Brad