Friday, February 15, 2008
Mrs. Bess McSwain
I took Grandpa McSwain over to the driving range and we hit a bucket of balls. I'm not a golfer but he's a good teacher. He's been golfing for about 74 years. He started caddying during the depression when he was 13. I'm having some anxiety. It's a big responsibility having him here and he still asks to be taken to his home in Palm Springs. I have to distract him. Lucky his short term memory is gone. Soon he forgets that he wanted to go home and we have a snack or ice cream or he falls asleep sitting up in the chair. I guess I'll get used to him in a short while. Yesterday it snowed all day, but didn't stick on the ground so we couldn't go outside at all. We took him out for Valentine's Day last night and then to Dan's office. I think he enjoyed it, but his memory is very spotty. This morning he didn't remember that we went to Dan's office and then on our way to the driving range he mentioned it. It's bizarre. This piece is a large oil on stretched canvas to match the one of Mr. McSwain. 24" x 30" I told him I'm going to hang them in his room and he said " I'm not going to be here" and I said "oh" then he said " I keep on saying that and then everyone objects" so I said "we don't want you to go" - He said "I have things I have to do at home" - and this is how it goes. He is adorable though.