ALZHIEMERS.....THE LOST YEARS

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THE OLD MAN IN THE CHAIR

I see the man I used to know,
Now huddled in a chair,
And as I reach a hand to him,
I know he knows I'm there.
The glint in his eyes shows,
He knows who I am,
But he can't remember my name,
He goes on about things of long ago,
But I love him just the same.

People just dont understand,
They only see a silly old man.
Not a strong young father working on his farm,
Or a retired couple walking arm in arm.

It makes me tremble to see him now,
So small, so frail, so weak,
I start to wonder how and if,
I will be able to speak.
I pat his hand and reassure,
That I'm his daughter, Sher,
He looks at me with love in his eyes,
"I'm glad to see you here".
The tears start to well up in his weary eyes,
And I can imagine his pain,
To have lived a full life,
And have loving friends,
But you can't remember their name.

sherry oursien


PIONEERS.... A PIONEER STORY AS TOLD BY CLARENCE COSENS

I was born on June 23, 1910. It was so hot and dry that summer, Mother kept bathing me with cool water and I haven't warmed up since.

I moved to Morrin when I was two years old, they tell me. I don't remember much about it. We went as far as the Red Deer River by wagon where we changed to a sled to go the rest of the way. My parents and I lived in a shack for a time, while Dad built our house.

I went to school at Lloyd George, where I finally got a grade eight education at the age of eighteen years. One winter day after leaving school, I decidedto see what the north country, where my cousins lived, was like. To be exact 168 miles north. I walked all the way through the Imperial Lease and untravelled roads except for about 20 miles. I found out it was a long way but I still had the dime I started out with.

At the age of nineteen I decided to go farming on my own so my folks gave me the "Grandad Martin" place. I didn't make too much of a sucess of it, so when the first wide road on the No 9 highwaywas being built, I drove four horses and a fresno for about six weeks to pay Dad's and my taxes. Then a year later, I helped cut down the Red Deer River hill with a pick and shovel.

The winter of 1936, I decided to make my fortune selling fish. On December 1 with a team of horses, I started for Bashaw to meet my uncle Nate Trenholm. He was not there so I hitch-hiked to his home at Leedale, 25 miles west of Lacombe. After more than two weeks, bumming, lodging, and eating frozen bologna sandwhiches, in the middle of the muskeg, we finally arrived at Lac Labiche. We loaded up two tons of fish each and started home. One day it was so cold, the horses' noses kept icing up. We had to warm them with our hands so they could breathe. By April 1st I had my fish sold except for 400 pounds, which my mother canned. I was $90.00 richer.

The winter of 1937 I went to work for a farmer at Leo, Alberta bailing hay and doing chores for $5.00 a month. On the first of April he turned his cattle loose on a big hay field about seven miles square. The next morning there was such a blizzard you couldn't see anything. He lost 125 head of cattle in the storm and I lost my job.

In 1942 I went to Fort William to work in a airplane factory, at the big wage of .42 cents per hour. I stayed ther nearly four years, during which time I became a foreman at .90 cents per hour. the war ended and so did my job. Then I went to Toronto and worked for Campbell Soup for six months.

In the spring of 1946, my folks rented me their homestead, so I came back to farm. In 1947, at the age of 37, I decided it was time to get married. I married Grace Thompson, a girl from Saskatoon, that I had met in Fort William. We had a boy and a girl while we lived in Morrin, Dennis and Darlene. In the spring of 1951 we moved to Lenore Manitoba, where Raymond and Lorraind were born. After six years of mud, hail, aphids, and rust we quit farming. In Calgary the last two of our children were born, Brenda and Sherry-Lynn.


Memories of Father


I was the last of six children and the one who,I believe, got to see the best of my father. My father was a very hardworking man and did not believe in squandering his money. He was always saving it for a rainy day. Some laughed at him for that but at it was his way and he felt it was right. When I was twelve my father retired and we moved to a small town. My father and mother were very involved with gardening and putting up their garden for fall. My father won may an award for his vegetables and my mom for her canning....mom made the best pickled beets and carrots you ever did taste...One year my father won grand agrate of the community and for that he was very proud. My parents were also very involved in the community newspaper. Dad ran the ancient printing press they had there and mom helped to put the paper together. They loved those years...working together in the garden...and on the paper. They fell in love all over again. you would see them walking down the street holding hands and teasing each other like a young couple. After my mother passed away my father said many a time if he had known that she would pass away so young he would have done alot more with her while she was here. He was very lonely after my mother passed away and wanted company badly. He befriended anyone who came along but to his demise some people just wanted to take advantage of an old man. His family tried to help him with this but he thought they were his friends.We finally talked him into moving into a lodge as he was having a hard time taking care of the whole household. Unfortunatley for Dad he didn't do too well in the lodge and got sick. He fell and broke his hip at age 86 and we thought we would lose him as he contracted an infection after the hip surgery. He pulled through because he was always very strong but unfortunatley now is stricken with alzheimers disease. It is very hard to see him like this. I will always love and remember him for the things he did for me and I hope and pray for that spark of his memory that will tell him I'm his daughter, even if it doen't happen what is life without our dreams.

ALZHEIMERS



Some 300,000 Canadians suffer from an incurable disease that robs them of memory and personality. The search for the cure is ongoing, meanwhile, victims and their families have to support one another through these terrible trying times.Alzhiemers is the fourth leading cause of death behind heart disease, cancer and stroke. Until recently Alzheimers hardly seemed to exist. When old people became crotchety, withdrawn or absent-minded, it was chalked up as old age;doctors labeled them senile. Today their illness is recognized as Alzheimers. When German pathologist Alois Alzheimer first wrote about the disease in 1906, he described a 55 year old woman who, in the four years before she died, lost her memory and her ability to reason. An autopsy showed two things about her brain. Outside the nerve cells he saw plaques, large clumps of what scientists now believe to be degenerated ends of nerve fibres; within the nerve cells he noticed tangles of fibrils, tiny fibre-like material.

Nearly ninety years later, these plaques and tangles are still the major indisputable evidence of Alzheimers disease, and doctors are still trying to figure out how to make an early diagnosis in a patient. Forgetting an appointment, the title of a film or what one wants from the refrigerator is a common experience after the age of thirty, when some of the billions of brain cells we're born with begin to die. But that doesn't mean mental function is diminished.The index file doesn't age but the secretary is older and takes longer to put in new cards or bring you in the cards you want. In people with Alzheimers the index file seems to be splattered with ink,and the information that the secretary brings in has been tampered with. It can be hardest on the family who has to deal with the victim. After all they dont realize that they are calling you the wrong name or talking of something that happened thirty years ago as though it was yesterday; but you do. Caregivers of Alzheimers have to learn to just give love and support to their family member without trying to correct them. Always correcting them is denying that they have the disease and probably just confusing the victim.


ALZHEIMERS LINKS


Coping with Alzheimers
Alzheimers Site

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