Update!

It's been busy with school, although I have been still visiting. Here are some standout moment from the last couple of months.

• A couple of Sundays ago, she came over and was talking pretty well. It seemed like a good time to record her singing a couple of her songs! She faded fast, but Robyn, Kevin, Grace, and I still got to hear/sing a couple of rounds of "When I was born, my ma and pa..." and "The Old Man from Japan." We remembered more of the latter one than she did! She said that she grew up singing the first song, and that it came from her mother's family/John Taylor's family. I looked the lyrics up online and found that the song had been published in 1911.
• There were a couple of Sunday dinners when she didn't even come in to the kitchen. We just had her lie on the couch. Elizabeth would help her eat. On one day, we took her home in my car because she needed her meds; Grandpa was at a meeting and they had somehow slipped his mind. After we got her settled in back at the nursing home, we watched some of Antiques Roadshow.
• A week or two ago, I dropped in for ten minutes and she was in her wheelchair about to go to the shower! The aid very nicely said she'd come back in ten minutes (I had to go get someone, so I had a time limit). I told her about Matthew's foot, and she told me about she she ran into some barbed wire in the second or third grade. As I recall, she and her brother were walking, maybe with a dog. The dog and/or her brother ran into a field and she ran after them, right into some rusty barbed wire! She "yelled" all the way home. Eventually they had to go see the doctor up in Preston, ID, ten miles away, which was probably a big deal. She still has a scar from it, and she showed me! It's on the top of her leg, a few inches above her thigh. It was amazing to me to think that this scar was older than World War II, and still there. It was a little paler than the rest of her skin. I don't think it was raised. (If you were interested.)
• I visited a couple of nights ago, and sat with her and Grandpa for the end of one show and the beginning of Perry Mason. Grandpa didn't know what the first show was called, although he knew Fred Macmurray was the lead actor. Grandma knew, and she told me! It was The Three Sons, or The Three Brothers - something like that. I told them I'd just watched an Abbott and Costello film the previous night (Dance with Me, Henry), and told her a little about the plot. If she could have talked better I'm sure we would have chatted longer.
• There was a day when I was tired. When I came in, she was pretty tired too. Her bed was lower than usual and there was a pad on the floor by the side, so I sat on it and laid my bed on her mattress. She held my hand, and there we dozed together! I've wanted to do something like that for ages.