This week, Papaw wanted to watch the western channel. He loves the old reruns on this channel and watches it every day. I asked if he wanted to watch Wyatt Earp. He looked me in the eye and burped. I said, “What is that about Papaw?” He said, “You said burp.” I said, “No I said Earp.” He laughed and said he guessed he didn’t understand.
Ever since Papaw came to live here he has needed new shoes. He would not change shoes. We have bought new shoes and he won’t wear them. He says his feet hurt. So we finally took him to a Podiatrist. When the doctor asked if his feet hurt he said, “No.” The doctor said, “You need new shoes.” He felt like he needed prescription shoes. We took Papaw where we were told and we ordered new shoes. The shoes finally came in. It seemed to take to long and Papaw kept complaining about his feet. He now has his new shoes and he is still complaining about his feet and shoes.
The other day Mom asked him about his feet and shoes. He said he didn’t like the shoes and his feet hurt. Mom has had foot problems as long as I can remember. Recently I learned that Peppermint Oil helps with pain. I am all in favor of using something other than prescription medicine and since my new company sells Essential Oils I thought we could try this. We have been rubbing Peppermint Oil on her feet and she says it really helps with the pain. So Mom suggested to Papaw that we use Peppermint Oil on his feet. He agreed so we massaged it in. He said his feet felt better but his shoes still hurt. Mom said, “I think it is all in your head.” Papaw replied, “The problem is my head doesn’t fit in my shoes.” Their conversation was quite funny but it ended there. We now rub Peppermint Oil on both their feet every night. Moms puts some on her feet in the morning. Mom says she sleeps better since she uses this twice a day. So, if your feet hurt Mom recommends Peppermint Oil; just ask her she will tell you all about it. And if it doesn’t help your feet, at least you smell really good.
Last week Mom was at the Doctor and the receptionist commented that we were having great weather. Mom replied that she didn’t think the weather was so wonderful because she was cold. A couple weeks ago, she finally let me put up her space heater and now she is wanting it back out. She has been cold ever since Dad died. I’m not sure his death had anything to do with it but it is a coincidence. I’m not planning on getting out the space heater again. I also don’t think it is cold. I’m really enjoying the weather. It is probably safe to say that Papaw is cold also. I haven’t run the air conditioning for weeks and I’m not sure when Mom will let me turn it back on. So until then, I’ll be sipping on my iced tea.
Recently, a friend of ours let his young daughter participate in the Pig Scramble. He was telling about the event and Papaw said he had a pig story. He told about when he was young and had a BB gun and the neighbor had baby pigs. He and his brother decided to go shoot the baby pigs with the BB gun. They laughed it up and had a great time shooting the baby pigs and listening to them squeal. The neighbor knew who was doing it and told his father. It wasn’t fun and games anymore when his dad got a hold of him and his brother and they found the wood shed.
By the way, my friends daughter won the Pig Scramble by catching the baby pig. They got to take the pig home but the pig didn’t do as well as Papaws neighbors pigs. It is no longer with us. And as my Dad would say very often, “And fun was had by all.”
Mom used to be a wonderful seamstress. I’m not sure whether she sewed because she loved it or if she sewed out of necessity. I have asked but she never really answered that question. As I sewed more and more, she quit sewing. She said she enjoyed watching me do it. Dad had bought her a sewing machine as a wedding present and she used it well. She learned to sew from her mother. When I was little, Dad was a teacher and mom could take classes in the night school for free. She took Tailoring classes. At the end of the semester, there was a style show. She learned well and taught me what she had learned. To this day, I still love to sew.
Recently I was reading a page from a Singer sewing manual written in 1949. Mom and Dad were married in 1945 so this could have been from her sewing manual. I do not know if it was. The page said, “Prepare yourself mentally for sewing. Think about what you are going to do. . . never approach sewing with a sigh or lackadaisically. Good results are difficult when indifference predominates. Never try to sew with a sink full of dirty dishes or beds unmade. When there are urgent housekeeping chores, do these first so your mind is free to enjoy your sewing. When you sew, make yourself as attractive as possible. Put on a clean dress. Keep a little bag of French chalk near your sewing machine to dust your fingers at intervals. Have your hair in order, powder and lipstick put on. If you are constantly fearful that a visitor will drop in or your husband will come home, and you will not look neatly put together, you will not enjoy your sewing.”
It is a good thing I didn’t read this manual or I would have never learned to sew.