After the Fall

No, this isn’t the tale of Marilyn Monroe, whose husband Arthur Miller wrote a “biography” about her with the same title.  This the story of an old woman who was minding her business, standing and waiting for her husband to open the front door, and fell on her Gluteus maximus.

It wasn’t pretty, and soon she was surrounded by men..her husband, her neighbor Eddie and three paramedics, all trying to get her off the ice patch where she sat.

I tell a lie…fortunately, before rescue arrived, she asked her husband to retrieve a kneeler she keeps in her garden shed, and she was able to hoist her 72-year old body upright with arms strengthened from a year of canes, walkers and wheelchairs associated with joint replacement surgery.  Sadly, before her kneeler arrived, her pants froze to the ice. Her knees, one of them a prosthetic were very cold.

Well, I can’t go on with this tale of woe.  Suffice it to say it was me, and I ended up in the emergency room with a very sore butt.  X-rays showed nothing broken, and otherwise intact arthritic and prosthetic hips.  And my Gluteus maximus muscles are very sore.

The moral:  It can happen to you.


I am so grateful to my Mom who, during WWII, while raising my sister and me mostly on her lonesome (dad was chasing illegal aliens, then working with various logging crews in remote locations), kept a cow, chickens and a vegetable patch. Rationing was in effect in those days, but because I ate healthy foods at an early age, my bones are in terrific shape.  My Orthopedic surgeon says they are “beautiful.”

We lived in East Texas in those days, and had access to fruits and veggies including oranges, much of the year. Thus I ate a good diet which gave me a head start in life. Good nutrition is important, especially for children. But many people are nutritionally illiterate and their children suffer the consequences.

I know some people have made fun of Michelle Obama’s attempt to feed children better foods via school lunch programs, but she’s onto something.


Eventually, Dad went to work for the Department of Agriculture, and *The Progressive Farmer* magazine arrived on our doorstep every month.  In the 1940s, many more people farmed than would after WWII when a huge industrial boom led to the mass migration of former farm workers to urban settlements.

These days, most of us find ourselves in these settlements, sans, cows, sans chickens and sans vegetable patches. Huge agribusinesses have replaced many of the small farmers (A Thousand Acres, by Jane Smiley, 1991), although my granddaughter Joy, who is majoring in agricultural science tells me small farms are making a comeback.  In the spring, she is off to Germany to study dairy-farming, European style.  The desire for

Joy with one of her cattle.

Joy with one of the cattle at Virginia Tech, 2013

a glass of good wholesome milk continues.

**The Progressive Farmer — Founded in Winston, North Carolina in 1886 by North Carolina native Leonidas Lafayette Polk (1837–1892; a Confederate Army veteran who is often confused with CSA General Leonidas Polk), the publication was intended to bring the latest information on crop and livestock production to the newly united nation’s agrarian economy in the Southeast. After Polk died in 1892, Clarence H. Poe from Raleigh, NC took over as editor in 1899, and in 1903, he and three partners purchased the publication, taking it from a newspaper to a magazine with 36,000 subscribers by 1908. One of the most notable achievements of the magazine was its continual crusade and endorsement during the early twentieth century of the land grant college subsidies provided to Agricultural and Mechanical colleges across the United States (Wikipedia, 2014)


24 thoughts on “After the Fall

  1. I have too have fallen.(behind on your posts). Sorry to hear about your untimely “trip” but glad to hear everything is as it should be still. I think I have posted before how falls are always by biggest concern. With two little pups and dog toys strewn around it’s always on my mind.


  2. Good gosh, Dianne! If that was me, I know I would have broken something. I’m so glad you were OK aside from your painful muscles. I agree with Michelle Obama too, but how do you get the kids to eat the healthy stuff. Unfortunately, they’re conditioned to eating lots of fat and sugar. Sigh.


    • Eating right is definitely an uphill battle and some schools say they are too poor to serve wholesome food, but the alternative is a generation of mostly overweight and mentally deficient citizens. Surely we can do better as a country.


  3. Bravo for your sturdy bones. I am at risk for falls and have been diagnosed with osteoporosis in pelvis. I am extra careful. So far few spills and no injuries. Wishing you quick recovery from soreness.


    • Thanks Linda. When I was last in the hospital staff members asked me over and over if I had osteoporosis. That’s the last thing I need with my gimpy left leg (stroke) and healing right leg (hip and knee replacement). David has it and the fall I took, would have left him with a few broken bones,


  4. OW ow ow! I am happy nothing broke and somewhat surprised that it doesn’t hurt to blog. Unless you are standing up to write. I drank tons of milk as a child and young adult and have always eaten well and I still have osteopenia . What are ya gonna do?


  5. Oops. Good to know you’re recovering. I crashed on the front steps a couple of years ago while trying to dislodge an icicle with a snow shovel. At least your fall wasn’t due to stupidity.

    Buying from small farms is flourishing here in SW Michigan. We have lots of farmers markets, and the trend seems to be up. Perhaps healthful eating will ultimately prevail in these parts.


  6. Well, for cryin’ out loud why don’t you stay on your feet? Of course, I should talk as I’m still recuperating from a “trip” I took before Thanksgiving. Deep tissue bruising seems to take a while to normalize. I’m glad you didn’t break any bones, though I’m sorry to hear you froze your butt and trust you’ve thawed.

    Yes, I had the good fortune to grow up on natural foods as you describe. I loved milk but had a hard time adjusting to the pasteurized variety when ultimately I had to in my teens. I’ll have to write about what’s happening with gardening in our part of the country — city farmers.



  7. Ouch! Glad you’re okay. I have a very healthy fear of falling after slipping on ice and crushing a disc.
    I love the pictures of Joy and her cows! They remind me of my sister who was much more of a farm girl than I ever was.


    • There I was one minute, standing perfectly still. Next instance my right foot slid away from me. I twisted my body on the way down to avoid hitting my back and whacked my remaining good (left) hip. Mostly the pain is in muscles and tendons today. Hard to accept I am not the young athletic person I was. It could have been much worse!

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  8. Oh dear Dianne, thank goodness you do have strong bones, that fall could have been very nasty and I hope the soreness goes away real soon, along with the bruises that I am sure you must have. Yes it could happen to any of us. One year I had five very painful falls, mostly in winter on ice, but like you I have strong bones and they held. So glad you didn’t break anything, that would have been awful after all that you have gone through with your ops. You’re right and Michelle Obama too, feeding kids good healthy food right from the start is so important. I have really admired our first lady for going this route. I think it’s great that your granddaughter is going off to Germany. I know they are very ‘green’ over there from my own visits. It is great to hear that small farms are making a comeback here also.


  9. I am glad the X-rays revealed no broken bones, the last thing you need. So the only thing wounded was your pride.
    Here in Hawaii, the only livestock I raised as a teenager were 3 pet chickens. One laid eggs but was stolen by someone, one rooster was sick and was donated to a neighbor, and the third was killed and eaten by my family.


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