Heh, my husband's grandfather (who lived to 100) had a ranch up in the Sierra Nevada foothills and he raised feeder calves up to yearlings or so. He always dreamed of moving back up there, but he had had a heart attack and his kids were scared of him being all alone up there, so they made him move back to town. The stories of being at the ranch are all legendary in the family. Poor grandpa, he just wanted to be in the country. He didn't like the city at all. He was like you in that way. Darn I miss him, he was a darling man.
He always dreamed of moving back up there, but he had had a heart attack and his kids were scared of him being all alone up there, so they made him move back to town.<<<
I wish I had known him.
My friend Mary died in her own bed at 75.
Seemed old at the time, but as she said, I will learn.
I don’t know why people think we have to die in a home or?
We will die once, at this age, God already has our score, he is not going to call us home, until it is time and all the new fangled ways will not stop the last call.
I went through that last year, my sister and others thought the ‘Food on Wheels for seniors”, would mean that I would eat better.
The next thing I know, there is a case worker here, telling me that I need to live in an apartment in town.
I said that “I would rather be dead”.
The next visitor was the State man, to see if I was senile.
I counted backwards by 7 or some such, and he checked my medicines, declared that I was not on meds for senility and that he had more questions.
LOL, one was did I go through the great depression of the 1930’s, “yes”, then he says, “I took special classes on dealing with depression survivors, they always save every thing they can get their hands on to save”, declared his case closed, but warned me that the fools at the senior center might keep after me to move to town, like a good liberal is trained to think, can’t have the old gals, keeping alive and living on choice land, that we could buy.
LOL, the nice man did tell me that I qualified to go to the old Miners home, if that sounded better to me, to let him know and he would get me in.
If I ever go to a home, let it be the old miners home, they will still be talking about the dreams they once had, and the jackpots they almost located.
Yes, we all have ore samples, rich in gold, that we never found the source of.
You grandpa’s country is about where Dr. Bill Wattenberg was raised and lives now, he loves it.