St. James and Kathryn and I

Today when I went over to the nursing home, Emory wasn’t feeling like eating any lunch at all and was going to nap, so Kathryn and I took advantage of the sunny day to go to the old St. James Restaurant in Avilla. I hadn’t planned on going and had on worn jeans and an old sweatshirt and shoes with paint on them. The waitress suggested we might want a table that was tucked in a hallway, but I said, “No, this is a special time and we want to be in the front room with the mural.” And so we were.

The mural:

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Kathryn:

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As for me, I need to spiff up.

2 thoughts on “St. James and Kathryn and I”

  1. I love reading about how you enjoy your friendships with the folks you know in the nursing home. I can sadly say I don’t even know a single soul in our nursing home. Shoot I’m not even sure I know where the nursing home is…… When I was younger and had just my son as a baby I did go to the nursing home and talk with folks. They loved seeing the baby but as I added kids and life got busy that went by the wayside. Now that I have time perhaps I should go introduce myself. I would hope they wouldn’t think that I’m just an odd duck out stalking old folks.

    I can’t say if I’m blessed or not that I’ll never see my folks in a nursing home. It was my father’s greatest fear to be in one so when the time came to make the decision to put him on life support or not the family unanimously decided no. He had always said he wanted to just die out in the field or with the cows. He didn’t get that wish sadly. That decision was one of the hardest things any of us had to decide. I was grateful that all of us were in agreement. That made it easier. It wasn’t even a choice with mom. She was too young to die anyway.

    So enough of my gloomy life. I’m thinking that perhaps I ought to at least find out where the place is in our town. Who knows the wisdom I could pick up from some of the folks there.

  2. Well, it sort of evolved; I lived across the street from Emory and Kathryn for 12 years before he had a stroke at 93 that forced him into the nursing home in May of 2007. After a long winter alone, Kathryn decided she wanted to go and be there for Emory. She will be 92 this March 23rd.

    She is an incredibly strong and gracious lady . . . and she laughs at my jokes.

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