Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Merry Christmas!


Jean has been very weak, and not talking much. His mind seems to fade in and out.
Last evening he was really peaceful and calm when John went to check on him at bedtime.

Jean said, "I'm really happy that everything worked out so well."
John asked him what he meant.
Jean repeated, "I'm really happy that everything worked out so well."

John: "It's because you've done so much good all your life."

Jean: "Well I tried."


Monday, December 7, 2015

Happy Thanksgiving, belatedly!

We hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving!
I wanted to post a photo from a Thanksgiving long ago, in Oregon, but I haven't found it yet.
Sorry I have not posted any news for a little while, but there has not been anything special to report.

Jean is weaker, but otherwise he is about the same. His appetite is very good. Currently he enjoys watching Ken Burns documentaries on the tv in his room. There are a lot of very interesting ones. Recently it was the Roosevelts - Teddy, FDR and Eleanor. Personally, I find the black and white photos and film footage from those days especially fascinating.

Currently he is watching a documentary about the early days of the West.


Friday, October 23, 2015

OUTSIDE!






Yesterday we were able to get Jean outside for the first time since his stroke last winter!
Our wonderful aide, April, came by in the late afternoon, and the three of us lifted him in his wheelchair down the stairs, one step at a time, AND back up again.

It worked beautifully, and we are glad Jean was able to enjoy some sunshine and a change of scenery!


Wednesday, October 14, 2015

A Funny Story



The other day, Jean said that he would like to have some Limburger cheese one of these days.

I know it's smelly, but of course I bought some at Kroger for him. This afternoon when John and I got him up, I said I had a surprise for him - Limburger.

He smiled, and then he started chuckling and laughing - so much so, that he could hardly talk. He said he just thought of a funny memory.
When his Grandma Hoenshell (who lived with them) was old, she could not see very well.
One day, she got herself a piece of bread, and then went to the icebox. She took Limburger and spread it on the bread. Then she spread strawberry jam all over that.

She didn't even notice it was not Nucoa (margarine), and ate the whole thing.

That was so funny.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Note from Julee






This note came from Jean's beloved niece, Julee, the other day. I wanted to share part of it, because it is so true. Many times I have had these same thoughts myself.






         The two photos above are from five years ago, October 2010, when Julee came to Kentucky.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

A Beautiful Bouquet



 I bought this beautiful bouquet to put in Jean's room. He likes to have colorful flowers to look at and admire.

 I hope I did not alarm anyone with the quote that I posted last time.  It was just a feeling he had that particular day. When John mentioned it to him a few days ago, he said, " I can change my mind, can't I?"  He continues to be cheerful and positive most days.

A couple of weeks ago, there were several days in a row when he was eating practically nothing. He did continue to drink water and juice, so at least he remained hydrated. No matter what what we brought him, it did not taste good to him, and he would push it away. We thought he cannot continue like that for very long.
Then --  his appetite returned! He started eating double portions, plus dessert, at every meal!

So, we are just taking one day at a time. John smiled and said his dad has always been unpredictable; and he continues to be!
Of course I am just a daughter-in-law and do not know him nearly as well or as long as his children and a few others have, but I think it's safe to say he always was, and continues to be, "a free spirit", living his life according to his own timetable, and marching to his own beat...  And that is wonderful.


Monday, August 31, 2015

Stop the world

Yesterday Jean said, "Stop the world, I want to get off. I'm serious this time.  I've gone far enough."

I said yes, he certainly has gone far.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Where am I?

When we got Jean up today, he asked,"Where am I?" This could be partly just a reaction to waking up from a dream, in which he was traveling. But he does seem to be losing some of his shorter-term memory, or at least it comes and goes.

John asked him if he remembered retiring, and where he used to work. "Not quite."

We told him he retired in 2009, six years ago, and he has been living here in Kentucky since then.
Then he said, "I've been in bed for six years?"

"No. This has just been your home base. You traveled all over.  You took many trips out west, to visit the family. You traveled to Panama, and the tour leader there, Mario, arranged for his father to take you on some private tours. Remember Mario?"

"No."

"Then you went to Iceland, and the following summer you spent a month in Switzerland, etc."

So this partial loss of memories makes it harder for him to orient himself in time and place.
I'm going to try to find and print some photos from the last years and put them up on his wall. I think he'll like that.



Tuesday, August 4, 2015



Jean received mail from a close family member, which made him happy, of course.
 He asked John to read the letter to him.
I know Grandpa looks as if he is asleep, but actually he is listening intently, and conserving his energy.
His condition has been up and down lately. Some days are not so good, other days are better.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Grandma Hoenshell

Yesterday, while glancing through some old photos that Julee had sent, I found this brief excerpt from a family history written by Julee's father (Jean's brother-in-law), Lee Blair. It's about Jean and June's maternal grandmother, Grandma Hoenshell.

"1940.  One of the great things about dating June was picking her up for a date, and being entertained by her Grandma Hoenshell while I was waiting for her. She always wanted to entertain me. At this time she was in her 70's, a slender gray-haired lady of true delight. She was raised on a farm, and had this story of coming back from town in a wagon with a load of pigs and going in a ditch and falling off. The pigs scattered everywhere. I heard this story almost every time I arrived at 1805 Commonwealth in Alhambra, and later when they moved to 1812 Pepper Street, just a couple of blocks away. She was such a great sport, and after we were married and we ate at a restaurant somewhere, she would always say at the end of the meal, "Well, that was worth a quarter!", and then "Lee, you forgot some money", referring to the tip."

"She was so proud of her beautiful daughter in Holton, Kansas. Mother Charles - Jessie - WAS a looker, and very popular in High School. However, Grandma Hoenshell spoiled her a lot, especially since she became a truly accomplished pianist."

"Grandma had mild stomach problems (always taking some slight medicine), but lived to be 90 and died in 1951. I remember her nose always had a patch of adhesive on the bridge of it - she had had cancer and it left a hole there which she always covered. June inherited this tendency and had cancer there in her midlife."


Monday, July 20, 2015

A Doctor's Visit

The m.d. who oversees the Hospice care came by to see Jean today. It was the first time. It's nice to see a doctor making a house call!  My father was a country doctor, and he made house calls all the time. So this was kind of nostalgic for me.
The doctor said Jean is doing well under the circumstances, and commented on his sense of humor.
He asked Jean what his biggest concern is, and Jean answered, "I want to move away from here." He wasn't joking. Freedom of movement is what he longs to have.

A while ago, Jean said he should watch the old movie, The Count of Monte Cristo, again.
"He was a prisoner too, and I'd like to see how he got out of it."

Jean has become a lot weaker, but at this point we can still get him up twice a day. He is not bedridden yet.  His appetite was quite poor for a while, but has improved again. This morning, though, he did not eat one bite of his breakfast, an omelette with country gravy, which he normally likes.  Hopefully he will eat a little extra this evening. For dessert, I'll make him a milkshake.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Giro!


Jean cannot read books or magazines much anymore, so the tv and videos have become important, especially those with subtitles, since he can't hear very well either.

Recently he enjoyed 'Exodus', a new dvd sent by one of his sons.

Also, he has been interested in bicycle races lately! They usually have sub-titles as well.

Lately it's been the Giro d'Italia. Such gorgeous scenery. Before that we had others, such as the 'Tour de Yorkshire' and the 'Tour de California'.  In California, they spent one whole day riding in and around Lodi, so he and John enjoyed seeing some of that.      

Next, we'll have the 'Tour de Suisse', with more gorgeous scenery; and then in July, the 'Tour de France'.  Maybe he'll get tired of it, but as of now, he still wants to watch the bike races!

Thursday, May 21, 2015



Today is Jacob's birthday.  Happy Birthday, Jake! He and Grandpa Jean have been friends for a long time. This picture was taken when we lived in Duesseldorf, Germany. Jean was on a European trip,  and came by to visit.

When Jake and John did their epic bike ride from Kentucky to Utah five summers ago, Jean met them in Missouri as he was driving east back to home from one of his trips out west. They thought he would be with them just for a few days, but he insisted on accompanying them for the whole trip until they got to Utah. He was a big help. One thing he did was bring them food and water on some of those long stretches of 70 + miles a day in areas where stores where few and far between.




Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Nurse Aide






Jean's nurse aide, Becca, is wonderful. She is incredibly cheerful and congenial. Jean tells her that it is a highlight of his week when she comes.  Recently as she was leaving, she told me that he almost made her cry. He told her he appreciates her help, and that he will miss her until next time.

Unfortunately, Becca's work situation is changing, and tomorrow will be her last time with us.

Friday, May 1, 2015

Happy Birthday, dear Aunt June!

Happy Birthday To You! With love from your brother, and all our family!

We wish you a delightful day, and happy days ahead.

Remember when you and Lee came to visit us in Switzerland, with Jean and Delpha? You both were so kind and gracious. What a fun time. Happy memories.


Jean at left, his sister June standing; with our family at home in Switzerland

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

"Grandpa, the Traveler"


Some fun pics of "Grandpa, the Traveler"



by train, in Switzerland, about 1985                      

                                               by Vespa, in Provo in 2005


                                          by handcart, at Martin's Cove in 2005
                                     


by boat, in Switzerland in 2012



by cable car, in Switzerland in 2012


             And in a red convertible, ten years ago on his birthday. He had come to visit us, and we took  an excursion to Georgetown, Kentucky to tour the Toyota factory and showroom there.



Friday, April 10, 2015

A Grand Celebration





The poster is from friends at church


I'm happy to report that Jean's 100th birthday celebration was very, very nice.  Everything went beautifully,  It was spread out over three days, so he was not overwhelmed with seeing too many loved ones all at one time.  

Jean's expression says it all.

The main party occurred on the afternoon of his birthday. Twenty family members were present in our home.  It started with friend Roy coming over with his guitar and singing a couple of country songs to honor Jean, including the song he wrote just for Jean's birthday two years ago. 



We rolled the birthday boy out into the upper walkway so he could see and hear everything going on below.  After the other songs, Roy led everyone in a rousing rendition of  'Happy Birthday to You', and then paid tribute to his friend Malcolm. (That's how Jean introduced himself here, and it's what most people call him.) Jean waved.




        Later we took a family photo (will add )

       In the evening, everyone went to dinner at a restaurant close by.


        We sang 'Happy Birthday' to Grandpa again, and saved a slice of cake to take home for him.
     
         It was a wonderful day we all will remember a long time. Thank you, everyone!

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Getting Ready


Jean's hairdresser, Pat, is  kind  to make house calls now, since Jean cannot go out anymore.



Thursday, April 2, 2015

Happy Easter!

HAPPY EASTER TO YOU ALL!

This photo was taken on Easter Sunday in Alhambra, California; probably in 1950.

Jean and Delpha, and Karen, John and Peter.


Saturday, March 28, 2015

"Songs My Mother Taught Me"

"When I was a child, everybody was singing. In the evening at home, people gathered around the piano and sang songs. In those days, music was a natural social activity. Whenever people got together, for a party or for any reason, they just seemed to make music; or if you just visited friends, they'd end up singing. There was no radio, no sound in the theaters, so people made their own music."

"One time in Duluth, a friend of the family stopped by to pay us a visit (someone my parents went to school with). I'll never forget him. It's one of my best memories as a child. He was an opera singer, and sang at the Metropolitan. So in the evening, Mom played the piano and he sang a lot of opera.  I especially remember 'Habenera' from Bizet's 'Carmen'. I still love it.  Also 'La Boheme'. The thing I remember is, he made the walls shake. We were living in an apartment. He also sang 'At The End of a Perfect Day'. Those are the two I remember."

"I grew up with music in the house. My dad had Mother's piano taken out of storage and brought to Duluth, and every place we moved. I grew up with that piano. I took piano lessons in Alhambra, but I didn't want to practice. I preferred to play baseball. My sister took lessons, and she did practice, and she learned to play very well. So it's my mother's fault that I did not learn to play the piano! She let me go out and play baseball. I was more determined than she was."

"About the piano: When Mother was a child, they were living on a farm outside of Holton. A man selling a piano came by on a wagon. They would go from farm to farm, trying to sell the piano. Grandma bought it for her daughter, and she paid for it with egg money. She got six cents a dozen for for her hens' eggs. The piano meant a lot to my mother. She took lessons, and later played at the local theater to provide music for the silent movies. She was very young, about twelve. The music had to change rapidly, to match the emotions and actions on the screen."

"When it was time for my mother to go to high school, they sold the farm and moved to Holton, where she attended high school and graduated. They had a college there also - Campbell College. She worked at the college as accompanist. She also took classes at the college, until she got married and moved away. Her life was built around music. For a long time in Alhambra, she was the organist for the Eastern Star, the Masonic women's organization. She was good, she could play anything. All you had to do is tell my mother the name of a song, and she would play it. She knew so many songs. Life was so different in those days."

 "I grew up with that piano, so I've had music in my life since childhood. But my earliest recollection is singing to my mother's piano accompaniment.  A song about 'A Poor Old Elephant, to the Circus Went'. That's my first and earliest memory. Those are my oldest and most cherished memories."

"That's what I appreciate so much - the love for music that my mother gave me. "Songs My Mother Taught Me".... I've been very fortunate. We had so many opportunities, and I didn't follow enough of them."



Flexible Flyer!

Last autumn, we had a big, early snowfall, and for a couple of days we lived in a winter wonderland. The schools were closed, and outside the window we saw children sledding on the hill.  I asked Jean if he sledded when he was a boy. He told me that yes, he did, when they lived in Minnesota.

"When we lived in Duluth, Minnesota, we lived on a hill, four blocks from Lake Superior. I still have the address, and I've been back to see it. It was a steep hill. We had a lot of snow in Duluth."

"One day when my mother wasn't home, I was sledding down the hill with my flexible flyer sled. I was really going, too! There were cross streets, but I missed any cars. At the bottom, I did not turn sharply enough to the left, and ran into the corner of a building."

"It knocked me out. People carried me home up the hill. So I woke up with a headache, and I was home. I think I still have a scar on my head. I was really small - three or four years old. "

"We brought the sled to California when we moved there the following year. One year when I was a little older, I carried the sled to to the top of Mt. Wilson, above Alhambra, and sledded down. We did have snow in Alhambra once or twice."


Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Good morning!

Good morning!

The bathing nurse did not comb Jean's hair this morning after his shampoo, so it looks like a rock star's hair today. He asked for 'une omelette' for breakfast, and when I brought it up, I said he looks like a poet with his hair, and I want to take a picture.
He said, "I am a poet!"
I said yes, you are. A poet and adventurer.

Occasionally lately, he has said that he is not himself, and does not know who he is anymore.
Sleeping and dreaming a lot makes him sometimes wonder what is real and what is not.
 He has always been so independent, and now he is stuck in his room.  Of course this is very hard, and I felt sorry for him.

We are trying to think of some way we could take him down the stairs and outside, but it is complicated.



Reading the newest email from his missionary grandson



Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Looking Good


One of Grandpa Jean's grandchildren requested more photos on this blog.

Grandpa Jean is looking spiffy this morning, after his bed bath and shampoo, and newly shaven. I would like to take a nice picture, but it is more difficult now in his condition, since I always want to be respectful and aware of his dignity.

I hope to be able to post a new photo soon.

In the meantime, I want to post a couple of stories from his childhood that he shared with me last year. I wrote them down, and have been planning to post them here. Coming soon.

Thank you for your prayers and good thoughts on his behalf. They are appreciated. He is currently very limited. He cannot stand up by himself, cannot get out of bed by himself. He has always been philosophical about life, and this is helpful to him now. Yesterday he said, "Whatever the situation is, this too will change."

Friday, February 6, 2015

A Little Improvement!

We are happy to report that Grandpa Jean's condition has improved a little bit!

His swallowing is a little better; his food can now be cut up small and no longer has to be pureed.
His left leg is doing better, and with help he can walk a few steps. His left arm and hand still just hang there, but if asked to do so and with some mental effort, he can grasp things with this hand.

Jean smiles and says he has become just like a baby. Yesterday when I brought him his meal, and as he was sitting there with his bib on, he smiled and said, "This looks delicious. You are taking really good care of Baby #1!

A nurse assistant now comes twice a week to give him a bed-bath. Yesterday she was admiring the family photos he has in his room and said, "You have a such a beautiful family."
                                                                                                                                                              His response: "Of course they are. They all look like me!"                                          

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Another Stroke


Jean had been growing progressively weaker in the last while. The last few weeks, he could no longer dress himself. It was too hard for him to get everything on right, and to button his shirt, etc. John would go in and dress him, and then help him undress when it was time to go back to bed. The other evening, Jean was sitting on his bed while John was kneeling on the floor, taking off Jean's shoes and socks. I would have liked to take a photo. It was a beautiful picture of service.

Then last Saturday sometime, Jean had another stroke, and this time it is more serious. His left arm and leg are not working at this time. His speech and swallowing are also affected. He can still speak though, and he can eat very soft and liquefied foods.

The nurse was here to evaluate his condition yesterday. She is not as hopeful for much improvement, but we are still hopeful. His humor and cheer are intact. That is really admirable.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Very, Very Tired

Jean has become much more tired than before.  It seems he would prefer to stay in his cozy bed around the clock.  It's getting harder and harder to persuade him to get up.  He needs to get up to eat, of course, but also so that his muscles do not become so weak that soon he wouldn't be able to get up at all. He canceled physical therapy about a month ago.

It's good for him to get a bit of exercise, and also to have a change of scenery. Once he is up, he stays up for a few hours and then goes back to bed.
He still cracks jokes once in a while, but it seems he has become subdued.

He does like to get out of the house occasionally, for a ride or out to eat. We take him out at least once a week. His appetite remains good.
Friends from church who live in the country (not far from town, the country starts very quickly!) invited him to dinner last Tuesday. They are very kind people, and everyone had a good time.
Jean ate SO much food! His hosts said they were very surprised that "a thin, little man could hold so much food."  They suggested he could take his dessert home to eat later, but Jean said he would eat some now, and take more home. Which we did!


Last Tuesday evening with the Fulkersons