Yesterday, David and I played Scrabble. We hadn’t done that in a while. and he seemed to enjoy it. I only asked him to play one game as the kids accused me of holding him a prisoner of Scrabble a few years ago. I have read that board games can be fun for seniors and might even exercise a few grey cells.
I play Solitaire on my Kindle most days. I don’t know that I am very good at it, but it helps me feel closer to Aunt Marge when I do. She always had a game of Solitaire laid out on her kitchen table when we came to visit. She put the cards away when we ate at her apartment, which David hated to do as he thought her food was awful….mushy peas and such. We offered to buy her a microwave, but she turned us down. “What would I do with my time,” she said.
Photo immediately below: Marge in Williamsburg Virginia on an overnight trip she and I took in the 1990s.
Marge, me, Dad and Michelle in 1945. Marge visited my family when we lived in Georgia, and she was on furlo from the Woman’s Auxiliary Army Corps.
From the early 1980s til 2001, David and I visited Marge every summer and when I traveled to Chicago, or Minnesota, or attended a course at the University of Wisconsin in Madison, I would always drive to Sheboygan.
Below: Dad and his sisters at his home in Tennessee on his 75th birthday in 1988. Dad is wearing his Wisconsin shirt and Marge is in blue.
Right: Marge and me at the Shrine of the Immaculate Conception here in Washington, DC (1985).
Marge managed to visit me any number of times here in the Washington area. “You are the only one who stayed in touch,” she told me once. She meant of all the nieces and nephews, I suppose.
Once I linked up with her in Tennessee when she was visiting my Dad and stepmother. Dad had told me I was “persona non grata” and she insisted I drive down to see him anyway.
Marge never married and had no children of her own. She was the constant throughout my life and I loved her.