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Then and now…Rita and Joy

Then and now…Rita and Joy

When Nash cut my hair this morning, I showed him recent photos of my grandchildren. Nash is Lebanese, a Christian who with his family, fled persecution in his homeland.  We always talk about our families…his and mine and this morning was no different.  I met Nash through my granddaughters, he prepared the mass of ringlets Rita wore to her prom and graduation night several years ago. Rita, now 22, is grown and a manager with either Petco or Pet Smart. You would think I would remember these things.

Nash never fixed Joy’s hair that I know.  Besides she would rather have straw in her hair and be with cows.  Because Rita is one of my two camera-shy granddaughters (the other is Amelia) the most recent photo I have of Rita is the one she posted last year of herself and Joy.

Nash always asks how Rita is doing.  Grown up…gone I tell him. Sigh

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I’m afraid no one will love me if I get senile, David says.  He has been having some difficulty remembering things.  So have I.

I’m afraid I will be charged with elder abuse and thrown in prison if you get senile, I tell him.

Perhaps neither will happen, but David and I have imagined the worst. He says it would happen to him first, but my grandmother was showing signs of senility in her 70s.

I read an article recently that reported on some research that showed that those with arthritis are unlikely to get Alzheimer’s.

Good, he says, because we both have arthritis.  But arthritis eventually affects your brain too.

It’s just not Alzheimer’s that makes you gaga I say.

Nash says everyone forgets things.

My friend Sheila says if you can remember your name, the day of the week and where you live, you are okay.  Wait a minute while I look in my wallet, I tell her.

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On our way home, we stopped at the Heidelberg for lunch.  I had a tarragon chicken salad half sandwich, David a bratwurst with sauerkraut.  We each had a slice of cake that came with the sandwich. While we ate a couple of German-Americans from “the Valley” (western VA) and dressed in mountain attire, played accordion music with yodeling and all. David lived in Germany for several years when he worked with NATO and he speaks German.  He was ecstatic.

Although David’s mother was Russian, his father was German descent.  I discovered this working on his family tree…Kuntz became Counts and the Gunter became Goodwin. German-American is the largest ancestry group in the U.S. So much for Anglo names, they tell you nothing.

David’s Dad’s family hails from western Virginia and eastern Tennessee. And yes, they owned slaves and several of them fought for the Confederacy.  David said he didn’t need to know that.

As the Heidelberg is a bakery, sandwich shop, and European grocer, I told David to help me remember this the next time we are looking for something exotic. If I can’t find it locally, I can always find it through Amazon, but its fun to visit these stores. He agreed.

 

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