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It always smelled so good kim

Is this the greatest piano duet ever?? Artists: Kory Caudill and Keith Caudill

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The older you get, the more important it is to not act your age.

An old man meets a young man who asks: Do you remember me? And the old man says no. Then the young man tells him he was his student, And the teacher asks:... What do you do, what do you do in life? The young man answers: Well, I became a teacher. ah, how good, like me? Asks the old man. Well, yes. In fact, I became a teacher because you inspired me to be like you. The old man, curious, asks the young man at what time he decided to become a teacher. And the young man tells him the following story: One day, a friend of mine, also a student, came in with a nice new watch, and I decided I wanted it. I stole it, I took it out of his pocket. Shortly after, my friend noticed the his watch was missing and immediately complained to our teacher, who was you. Then you addressed the class saying, ‘This student's watch was stolen during classes today. Whoever stole it, please return it.’ I didn't give it back because I didn't want to. You closed the door and told us all to stand up and form a circle. You were going to search our pockets one by one until the watch was found. However, you told us to close our eyes, because you would only look for his watch if we all had our eyes closed. We did as instructed. You went from pocket to pocket, and when you went through my pocket, you found the watch and took it. You kept searching everyone's pockets, and when you were done you said ‘open your eyes. We have the watch.’ You didn't tell on me and you never mentioned the episode. You never said who stole the watch either. That day you saved my dignity forever. It was the most shameful day of my life. But this is also the day I decided not to become a thief, a bad person, etc. You never said anything, nor did you even scold me or take me aside to give me a moral lesson. I received your message clearly. Thanks to you, I understood what a real educator needs to do. Do you remember this episode, professor? The old professor answered, ‘Yes, I remember the situation with the stolen watch, which I was looking for in everyone’s pocket. I didn't remember you, because I also closed my eyes while looking.’ This is the essence of teaching: If to correct you must humiliate; you don't know how to teach "

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!" My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one o...Continue reading

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Being Green Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't g...ood for the environment. The woman apologized and explained, "We didn't have this green thing back in my earlier days." The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment f or future generations." She was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day. Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were truely recycled. But we didn't have the green thing back in our day. Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags. But too bad we didn't do the green thing back then. We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day. Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right; we didn't have the green thing back in our day. Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then. We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn't have the green thing back then. Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint. But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then? Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smartass young person. See more

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This video fair put a big smile on my face this morning. With everything that’s going on the world we need to keep our spirits up and remember to look after o...ur parents just like this fella does.Taffi Thomas Hope this makes you smile too, happy Friday friends! Ps can I say I bloody love this song! song is Solomon Burke - Cry to me

When I was just a little girl We didn’t have a lot My mother kept the lights on With some silver in the slot... The tv was a rental one That too was on a meter But when I cast my mind back Life back then, seemed so much sweeter The pantry wasn’t always full Of tasty things to eat But we didn’t notice hunger As we played outside in the street Our clothes weren’t always bought from new Quite often worn before But we didn’t follow fashion Never thought to ask for more My mother’s purse was empty Except of course for dreams But she always found some pennies To buy us both Ice Creams Our shoes were always measured Our hair was always neat I remember she insisted You must take care of your feet! School uniforms were granted Given by the state We looked as smart as anyone When we walked through that school gate In summer we picked berries From the hedgerows in the field Our fingers stained with purple We delighted in our yield No games consoles to keep us quiet Our joy was climbing trees Making dens in bales of straw With grass stains on our knees We didn’t know the world beyond The place we use to play We didn’t have a single care As night just followed day The girls would make their perfume With petals from the flowers Often getting in hot water Cos the blooms were never ours We’d nick the fairy liquid tub To have a water fight And on the baking concrete Our names we’d always write We shared bikes and we shared footballs Used our sweaters as the goal And when the bitter winter came We’d fill buckets up with coal Every single chimney Cast a plume into the sky As we huddled by the fire With a meat and tatty pie Bath night was always Sunday And the tub we had to share A frozen dash from the bathroom With vosene suds in your hair Scratch your name on the frosty pane Before the curtains shut Tucked under a heap of blankets No choice but to stay put We never took a holiday Certainly not abroad A day out to skeggy Was all we could afford We’d paddle in the Sea And sit down in the foam Ride a donkey up the beach And wish we could take it home Our kitchen was always full of steam From the endless pans of spuds And we volunteered for washing up To play games with the suds We made toast on the open fire I can taste it to this day Dripping in salted butter It seems half a world away Every Christmas there were presents Underneath our tinsel tree And always we were overjoyed Whatever they may be Never really knowing They had cost our mother dear And she wouldn’t clear her catalogue Until Christmas came next year In and out of houses Up and down the street Borrowing cups of sugar We helped each other make ends meet The house phone had a lock on it So we could’nt run the bill And we only tasted lucozade If we were gravely ill The doctor saw you on your sofa With his stethoscope and bag A week off school was endless If you managed with the blag John craven brought you newsround Quite against your will You rarely paid attention You were waiting for Grange Hill Vinyl records in the sideboard And a smoked glass record player You listened to Madonna And you hated Leo Sayer And when you went to bed at night That then was mother’s time You’d hear her downstairs singing To Johnny Cash or Patsy Cline Life back then was infinite You never could grow old There was nothing to be frightened of With your mother’s hand to hold Death was never mentioned Too young to understand It’s seems that life would just work out The way you had it planned But the years passed in minutes There was no time to spare Overnight it seems..... the silver threads Adorned your mother’s hair Your endless days were over As time raced away at pace And the happy days of innocence Disappeared ... without trace Don’t waste a single minute Of this life with which you’re blessed Things change in just a heartbeat The ride can come to rest Good times become just memories Faces fade and smiles are lost Don’t wish away a second Hang on... at any cost When I was just a little girl We didn’t have a lot But one day... all of that nothing Will be the greatest gift I’ve got . Sarah Morris Armer 2018

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Watch the touching moment Kenneth, resident at Bourn View Care Home, reunited with his lovely wife Betty after a month of living apart due to current restrictio...ns. Kenneth was unaware that Betty had secretly moved into the home; and after isolating for two weeks, the couple reunited at last! Thank you to the wonderful staff at Bourn View for making all this possible...

"Lucille and Marvin just celebrated their 60th anniversaryin their original wedding outfits. Lucille made her own dress for their 1960 wedding." #LoveWhatMatters Credit: Katie Autry Photography

They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & Sold to the tannery.......if you had to do thi...s to survive you were "Piss Poor" But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn't even afford to buy a pot......they "didn't have a pot to piss in" & were the lowest of the low The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s: Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June.. However, since they were starting to smell . ...... . Brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting Married. Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water!" Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof... Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs." There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence. The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, "Dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way. Hence: a thresh hold. In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old. Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat. Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous. Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust. Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would Sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake. England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive... So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer. And that's the truth....Now, whoever said History was boring?

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Marta González, former Prima Ballerina with Alzheimers listens to Swan Lake by Tchaikovsky and remembers and feels the choreography again - simply beautiful. Música Para Despertar

So today, I read a status that a younger girl had posted about her job. She was excited she was starting her job at a nursing home, and in a few weeks she was g...oing to be a CNA. I got onto the post to congratulate her and tell her it's the most amazing, and humbling job I've ever done. Also that I had hoped she would enjoy it just as much as I did too. As I was scrolling down the comments I read one that said "Yay, you get to change weird old peoples diapers and fight with the smelly crazy ones; you sure did pick a fantastic career choice." Now, most of the time I would jump on that comment and be angry telling them they must have no heart or compassion for others saying that... but in reality I was once like that too. I have always wanted to be in the medical field. I never thought for sure what but it was definitely not a plan to work with the elderly in a nursing home. My perception of those places were poor and I thought all of them were full of sadness and filth. I had been in some before, and I always remembered the stench of urine etc. so I had no interest. One day my mom told me if I wanted the help furthering my career I needed to learn respect and the ability to care for all people, especially the old and frail. Keep in mind I was NOT happy about that. I was frustrated and wanted to just skip all that and go straight to nursing school. Instead she put her foot down and withheld all help until I got this job. I took the classes and finally started my job at a very nice nursing home thanks to my mother, but to me.. it was not nice enough. My first night on the job my initiation was in fact; to change an incontinent resident. It was hard, and at the time hard for me to stomach. That whole night I didn't really speak to them. I felt awkward and just did the job I was hired to do and I did it well. I wasn't disrespectful or anything, but I can't say at the time I enjoyed my job. A week had passed and I started to get fed up. I already got punched in the face by a resident that we had to get up and bring her to eat outside because she had given up all hope and stopped eating period. I always got told to help dress her and I hated it because she already gave me a black eye, clawed my arms, face, and hurt me to the point I didn't want to care for her anymore I wanted to switch residents because of the stress. I was following other CNAs who stopped talking to her and just woke her up out of a bed she did not want to get out of, and dressed her quickly to get it over with. They weren't bad CNAs just no one wanted to get hurt or deal with it. One day she cried and begged us not to bother her and we had to report that to the nurse. I was relieved, and then it hit me. This old woman never had visitors, she stoped eating, and wanted to lay in bed all day. She lost so much weight and I could feel her unhappiness... & that weighed heavy on my heart. With some new advice from my mother the next day I tried a different approach. I walked in, I turned her lamp on. They weren't as bright. I lowered my voice and rubbed her hand, telling her it was time for her to wake up. I was expecting a kick/punch or something that would hurt honestly. Instead she asked my name, and what the time was. Which was a new one for her. I told her my name, the time and told her breakfast was coming soon. She told me she's never seen me before and she didn't want to eat. I stayed over and I sat there, for 2 hours with her breakfast. Although she lightened up, she still refused to get up and get dressed to eat. Every single day. I did this not as long but still took the time and waited. I would talk with her one on one. Hold her breakfast until one day she looked down at the food and told me she would eat it but she hated scrambled eggs and sausage. Come to find out she liked sweeter foods. I talked to the nurse and got her breakfast changed to oatmeal with extra sugar, strawberry jelly and toast, plus chocolate milk. She started eating! She also only let me dress her. Get her up. She would go to activities during the day and slowly she got better. She was one of the first who changed my perception of nursing homes, and the elderly. Then I adopted more grandparents. I took my time to be there everyday I could just to show them they were loved and cared for. They had a "grand kid" who visited them everyday, and their days were more fulfilled because of me. (And other CNA/Nurses and NAs) I grew to love that job more than anything else. I had the honor of holding and washing the hands of a 101 year old woman, though she had literally been through everything she had the most beautiful smile every morning when I woke her. I fed a man battling cancer for the 4th time in his life, who was full of wisdom and stories. Helped rehabilitate a mechanic who talked cars with me that used to street race when he was a "youngin" like me. I raced wheelchairs with a 73 year old man who fought in the war and was the most hilarious man alive. Helped teach a man who lost his ability to walk, how to walk again. Had the honor of getting to know and caring for the sweetest POW who gave me a goodnight and good morning cheek kiss (with a hug), greeted me with the sweetest smile everyday when I came in, and told everyone I was his Barbie. Fed a respected ballet dancer, and tucked in a woman who used to be a champion black belt to bed when she couldn't do it herself anymore. I learned the stories of all these people. I felt their pain, experienced their happiness, & struggled with them. I was there on their good days, and present on their last. To all the people who think being CNA is shameful, disgusting, or a poor career choice. I hope that this changes your perspective. No you don't go to college for this job, but you don't need a college degree to make someone's life; or at least be a big part in making their last years on this earth the best you can. You'll always carry these stories and people with you. Even after you move on or they do. I can attest that each time I held my residents as they passed it left a mark on my heart, and showed me the beauty in giving love and comfort in those final moments. If you plan on furthering your career in medical like I do.. i really feel you should start here. You will learn love and compassion for all people. Even the most difficult, or those who seem out of reach in all walks of life. To the girl who decided to pursue this career. Thank you for being apart of the few that can do this kind of job, and for having a heart of gold. *edit to add* The woman in this photo is not the one that I spoke of in the beginning, But she was one of my grandmas that I loved so very dearly and her family allowed me to use her photo but I still blurred for her protection.

He is 85 and insists on taking his wife hand in hand wherever they go. When I asked why your wife is distracted, like she wasn't following anyone? He replied...: She have Alzheimer's.. So I said, will your wife worry if you let her go? He replied, She doesn't remember... She doesn't know who I am anymore, she hasn't recognized me for years ". Surprised, I said, and still you continue to guide on the way every day even though she doesn't recognize you ". The elderly man smiled and looked into my eyes. he said, She doesn't know who I am, but I know who she is ". SHE IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE !"

This is a powerful message I had spent an hour in the bank with my dad, as he had to transfer some money. I couldn't resist myself & asked... ''Dad, why don't... we activate your internet banking?'' ''Why would I do that?'' He asked... ''Well, then you won't have to spend an hour here for things like transfer. You can even do your shopping online. Everything will be so easy!'' I was so excited about initiating him into the world of Net banking. He asked ''If I do that, I won't have to step out of the house? ''Yes, yes''! I said. I told him how even grocery can be delivered at door now and how amazon delivers everything! His answer left me tongue-tied. He said ''Since I entered this bank today, I have met four of my friends, I have chatted a while with the staff who know me very well by now. You know I am alone...this is the company that I need. I like to get ready and come to the bank. I have enough time, it is the physical touch that I crave. Two years back I got sick, The store owner from whom I buy fruits, came to see me and sat by my bedside and cried. When your Mom fell down few days back while on her morning walk. Our local grocer saw her and immediately got his car to rush her home as he knows where I live. Would I have that 'human' touch if everything became online? Why would I want everything delivered to me and force me to interact with just my computer? I like to know the person that I'm dealing with and not just the 'seller'. It creates bonds of Relationships. Does Amazon deliver all this as well?''' Technology isn't life.. Spend time with people .. Not with devices. Writer: Unknown

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I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days. I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people... who understand that even dust is Sacred. I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star. I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived. I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now. I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held. I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called. I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out. I am no longer waiting to do something great; being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough. I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that I dance in a holy circle. I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness. I believe, I Believe. Mary Anne Perrone by Philippe Vogelenzang Photography

A great day at Sports Alberta Hall of Fame

A great afternoon at Nose Creek Park yesterday

Last week during a visits, a client who has a terminal cancer expressed her wish to get a tattoo before she died. I rushed to a store to get a temporary tattoo and came back to press it onto her arm. I asked her why she chose butterfly and her answer left me in tears. The butterfly is a symbol of life. My life here is going to end soon and I want to remind myself that I’ve lived my life the way I wanted to, and that I don’t have to feel bad about the end. Life is very short. You have to enjoy the here and now. Thank you! You made me feel alive again.

Mom, can i sleep at grandma's today? I heard on the bus this morning... when I managed to turn around to see the child, that made me go back to the past with ju...st one sentence... She was no longer within my reach. I traveled far... When did time go by and make us adults full of boring priorities? We fight every day for something that we don't know if it's what we really want... When in fact, grandma's house is what everyone would need to be happy. Grandma's house is where the hands of the clock take a vacation with us and spend the minutes unhurriedly arriving. Grandma's house is where a simple pasta and homemade bread get different flavors, delicious... Grandma's house is where an innocent afternoon can last for an eternity of games and fantasies. Grandma's house is where the cupboards hide old clothes and mysterious tools. Grandma's house is where the closed boxes become chests of secret treasures, ready to be unveiled. Grandma's house is where toys rarely come ready, they are invented on the spot. Grandma's house, everything is mysteriously possible, magic happens and without worries. Grandma's house is where we find the remains of our parents' childhood and the beginning of our lives. Grandma's house, on the inside, is the address of our deepest affection, where everything is allowed. That luxury no longer belongs to me - unfortunately - it will live with me only in memories. Even so, if I could place an order now... any order of all orders in the world, I would order the same thing... Can i sleep at grandma's today? Photo Credit: Sujata Setia with But Natural Photography -------------------- Saulo Subirá - 2015 Eduardo and Chronicles

Meet our Drama team! Katya: With over 50 successful productions, Ekaterina (Katya) Petukhova is a theatre set designer, puppeteer, and professional artist. Sho...ws designed by Ekaterina are performed in Spain, Italy, Germany, and Russia; many of them award-winners. Ekaterina is also a character designer and has experience in cartoon production in Russia along with book illustration - she's illustrated famous children's stories , such as "Little Red Riding Hood", "The Three little Pigs", "Sleeping Beauty", and many more. She has MFA degree from Saint-Petersburg State University of Theatre Arts (Saint-Petersburg, Russia) She moved to Canada in 2015, living in Fort McMurray from 2017 to 2020. She taught kid`s and adult`s art classes in Mac Island, where she also had a solo exhibition called "Nostalgia" in 2018. Additionally, she worked on dinner theatre production, "A Knight to Remember" as a set , prop and costume designer. She is also a recipient of "Excellence in Art" award in fine craft in 2018 in Wood Buffalo region. Kim Kim is an award-winning playwright and actor. She received her degree in drama in 2007 and moved to Airdrie in 2012 where she has performed multiple times. She created improv group The Airheads, and also performs under Kim Cheel Creations She has taught theatre to youth aged 7-16 at Bert Church Theatre for 8 years, at Atlas Learning Academy for 2 years, and previously at Torchlight Theatre, Kim was the Spark Director for 3 years. Recently, Kim has begun creating murder mystery events for dinner theatre, in addition to acting in heatre Canmore's murder mysteries. She has a couple of novels available on Amazon as well. Kim is also a puppeteer for Kujo's Kids Zone and is the creator of Airdrie's Ghost Walk and Airdrie History Tours Airdrie Happynings: Family friendly pop-up entertainment, shows, parties, workshops, and more!

"I'm May and I'm 110 years old... I've enjoyed every moment." (Via BBC South East) bbc.in/2QmbKxO

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A MOTHER DANCES WITH HER 6 SONS ON HER 99TH BIRTHDAY.

Trying our hand at flying our home made kites

In a Stampede mood!!

Having a great day with diamond art and brain gym!

We sometimes forget we're not 20 anymore!

For a small amount of perspective at this moment, imagine you were born in 1900. When you are 14, World War I starts, and ends on your 18th birthday with 22 ...million people killed. Later in the year, a Spanish Flu epidemic hits the planet and runs until you are 20. Fifty million people die from it in those two years. Yes, 50 million. When you're 29, the Great Depression begins. Unemployment hits 25%, global GDP drops 27%. That runs until you are 33. The country nearly collapses along with the world economy. When you turn 39, World War II starts. You aren’t even over the hill yet. When you're 41, the United States is fully pulled into WWII. Between your 39th and 45th birthday, 75 million people perish in the war and the Holocaust kills six million. At 52, the Korean War starts and five million perish. At 64 the Vietnam War begins, and it doesn’t end for many years. Four million people die in that conflict. Approaching your 62nd birthday you have the Cuban Missile Crisis, a tipping point in the Cold War. Life on our planet, as we know it, could well have ended. Great leaders prevented that from happening. As you turn 75, the Vietnam War finally ends. Think of everyone on the planet born in 1900. How do you survive all of that? A kid in 1985 didn’t think their 85 year old grandparent understood how hard school was. Yet those grandparents (and now great grandparents) survived through everything listed above. Perspective is an amazing art. Let’s try and keep things in perspective. Let’s be smart, help each other out, and we will get through all of this. In the history of the world, there has never been a storm that lasted. This too, shall pass. Feel free to share.

A beautiful soul! Take a minute to listen to 106-year-old Nancy Stewart from the village of Clonard in Ireland. EWTN's Colm Flynn interviewed her, or maybe it was Nany who interviewed him!

A picture is worth a thousand words :-)

Well, we hare half way through seniors week during this trying time. A little late but please remember our seniors , most especially during a time when they are most at risk

Walter and Jean have been married for 70 years. They’ve been separated for months because of the coronavirus. This is the moment they were reunited.

"Let one sister take care of another, huh?"

Welcome to our new Modified Summer Session! We are excited to share our new summer programs! With our new normal, we are modifying classes for each summer month in hope that restrictions will ease as we transition. Our prices reflect the cost for each month As our numbers allowed are currently very low, all day attendance will be restricted to specific clients, requiring staffing support, helping us introduce programs to new participants throughout the week. As the summer i...Continue reading

Ain't that the truth!

The Dutch village just for people with dementia inspires new care. ~ Join the support group for Alzheimer patients or their families and friends: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1782980715363564/

This care worker noticed that 94-year-old Ken always slept with a photo of his late wife Ada, so she surprised him with a wonderful gift... Thistleton Lodge

Wise Advice from a Farmer's Wife Whenever you return a borrowed pie pan, make sure it's got a warm pie in it. Invite lots of folks to supper. You can always add... more water to the soup. There's no such thing as woman's work on a farm. There's just work. Make home a happy place for the children. Everybody returns to their happy place. Always keep a small light on in the kitchen window at night. If your man gets his truck stuck in the field, don't go in after him. Throw him a rope and pull him out with the tractor. Keep the kerosene lamp away from the the milk cow's leg. It's a whole lot easier to get breakfast from a chicken than a pig. Always pat the chickens when you take their eggs. It's easy to clean an empty house, but hard to live in one. All children spill milk. Learn to smile and wipe it up. Homemade's always better'n store bought. A tongue's like a knife. The sharper it is the deeper it cuts. A good neighbor always knows when to visit and when to leave. A city dog wants to run out the door, but a country dog stays on the porch 'cause he's not fenced-in. Always light birthday candles from the middle outward. Nothin' gets the frustrations out better'n splittn' wood. The longer dress hem, the more trusting the husband. Enjoy doing your children's laundry. Some day they'll be gone. You'll never catch a runnin' chicken but if you throw seed around the back door you'll have a skillet full by supper. Biscuits brown better with a little butter brushed on 'em. Check your shoelaces before runnin' to help somebody. Visit old people who can't get out. Some day you'll be one. The softer you talk, the closer folks'll listen. The colder the outhouse, the warmer the bed. PLEASE REMEMBER EVERYONE!: Say something when you see a post you like! *saying anything is fine* it helps you KEEP seeing them every day.

Oh My Gosh! I love this. What a great idea!!

This was shared to me and wanted to pass this along to you. This simplest things in life that hold so much love........ The History of 'APRONS'... I don't think our kids know what an apron is. The principle use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few. It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven. It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears. From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven. When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.. And when the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms. Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron. From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls. In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees. When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds. When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner. It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes. Send this to those who would know (and love) the story about Grandma's aprons. REMEMBER: Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw. They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron. I don't think I ever caught anything from an apron - but love. (`.´)´` .`..´ . SHARE ON YOUR TIMELINE TO SAVE . ´` ´` .´.*´) .*) (.´ (.` **`*. Please FOLLOW ME ; I am always posting awesome stuff on my timeline! https://www.facebook.com/maria.mcwhinnie ..Join our FREE Weight Loss Support Group on Facebook. Recipes, Diet Tips, Support and Encouragement. Join here>>> https://www.facebook.com//justusfriendslosingweighttogether ..Join my Recipe Groups too :) https://www.facebook.com/groups/www.CraftyKitchenCorner/ https://www.facebook.com/groups/RecipesAPlenty/ Thanks for SHARING MY POSTS!!! ..

Our hearts A Twitter user shared this sweet message from her 93-year-old Granny in Scotland telling her family that she's doing well amid COVID-19. VIDEO: islaanne1 on Twitter

Born and raised in Nova Scotia , I am now in Alberta. More than anything I wish I could be with my Mom who because she has dementia is in a home in Digby . This video was taken the last time we were together. Just goes to prove that music brings hearts together. No matter what

'I'm 110 and I've enjoyed every moment of it.'

April is comming!

We are excited to share our new spring programs! Registration open.

For those inquiring, Loving Hands will remain open! We do ask that any participant suspecting an illness remain at home to ensure the overall health of the other participants. As you would expect, our centre will ensure universal precautions, working diligently with our groups to promote thorough hand washing, and discourage any physical touching ( shaking hands, hugging) . Kleenex/hand sanitizer will be placed throughout the centre and reminders will be given to all to utili...ze these items throughout the day. Our staff will ensure additional sanitizing of equipment and surfaces to ensure optimum safety. Together we will ensure our environment is safe, to the best of our ability , and continue to enjoy the programs and activities we always do. See more