All of these five Hillcrest pages are just stories that
I've written while at Hillcrest. I counted 48 stories
on the Hillcrest 4 page so I should start another page.
I've almost quit writing stories since I can't think of
anything more to write about. But in case I do write
more stories, I'll have a place to put them.
HAPPY GEORGIE-BOY as of Jan.2021
It's been a long time since I've written any stories, but since I need
something to do, I'm going to write one more story so I can bring myself
and my family and friends up to date on Old, Old, GeorgieBoy. It seems like
everyone around here is asking me how I'm doing when actually I don't
even know what I'm doing. let alone how I'm doing it. I wish someone would
I used to think that old age would be a really tough burden to pass through,
but now, at 99 years, I would have to say, It's not so bad. At least not for me.
Maybe it has something to do with my nice Hillcrest Home and the kind and
caring people there, but I think that my attitude that comes with old age is what
has made my new life a great life worth living.
This old worn out body that I'm living in is almost useless. I can't hear
enough to carry on a conversation, which makes me a social dead head.
I can't see enough to read the captions on the TV so I hardly know what's
going on in this big wide world. I am very weak, physically. Using a little
walking cart, I walk very slow and fall down a lot.
Now, For the things that I can still do. I spend most of my day playing
with my desk-top computer with all the old videos, photos, stories. games and
puzzles that I've put there for many years. And I even have a little website
(www.georgestreit.net) where I've put my best stuff. I can communicate
socially with friends using email. Even though I need to speak loudly so I
can hear what I'm saying, I can let people know I'm still here. I like to eat
and I do plenty of that. Especially candy. I participate in the exercise class
every weekday. I toot my trumpet every day to keep my lip i shape so I can
play taps at my funeral. I've developed a routine which includes all of this
and I faithfully follow it every day.
I am actually thankful for the virus restrictions of no visitors. I hate the
thought of my family and friends feeling sorry for me and wanting to visit me.
They would only be interrupting my routine.
No matter what my problem is, I can be proud of myself for finding a
way to work around it. And I think I've become an expert at work arounds.
Now, if anyone asks me how I'm doing, I can give them this little story.
MY BLOGS TO THE-ALZ-SPOUSE Dec.2020
I've mentioned the "AlZ-Spouse" website in so many of my
stories because it was such a big part of my life during my sad dementia
years with my Dear Helen. I recently found some blogs that I had
written to friends on this site and I'm thinking that I should share them
here. They may be of interest to you because they show a little about
what goes on in the hearts and minds of spouse caregivers during the
most difficult time of their lives.
These were written in the years after Dear Helen had passed and I
just could not stay away from this site and my friends who were still
struggling to care for their loved ones. After reading these stories,
it seems that after I was done caring for Dear Helen I was caring for
my caregiving friends.
I found 11 of these blogs and am sharing them here for you. Exactly
word for word.
I very seldom feel that I have anything to contribute here, but I was
so touched by your story that I'm going to give it a try.
At the age of 93, I think I've gone through my share of bad times,
but the bad times are over now, and I look back on them as just a bad
dream that never really happened.
The one thought that saved me during the bad times was that
"Adversity builds strength". So true. And now I feel like a much
stronger person for having accepted the challenge and survived.
. I can tell by your writing, Christine, that you have a good attitude
and have a lot going for you. You are young and have a great future
ahead of you. Your boys will remember this and be so proud of their
mother. And best of all, Christene......You've got grandkids coming
your way. The best thing that was ever invented.
One last thought. Without bad times, one never appreciates the
good times. GeorgieBoy
Please don't think you're too old for anyone else. You can never
tell what the future holds for you.
As for myself, at 92 years, I'm having a great time just associating
with older people like myself, Both male and female. I get myself out
there where older people go and concentrate on bringing a little
happiness to another lonely soul just by sharing stories and conversation.
It gives me the feeling of self-worth, and that's what makes me
happy. You can do the same Florence.
With love. GeorgieBoy
Dear Bunny's Lamb
You certainly have a great attitude and express it very well. You
have searched and found the elusive bright side of all this misery.
You have accepted the situation which cannot be changed and have
done the next best thing, You changed your attitude.
You see your role as caregiver as a challenge and are proud of
how you are handling it. And you are happy that you can make Jim
Many great thinkers, down through the ages say that what makes
all of us happy, is making someone else happy. It sure works with me.
I really like your post. GeorgieBoy
I know a little about Vascular Dementia because that was what my
dear Helen was affected with and after finding this website I always felt
lucky that it was Vascular Dementia instead of Alzheimers because
Alzheimers can last up to 20 years.
My dear Helen's life was over in four and a half years after
diagnosis. She went through the typical dementia stages just like
alzheimers but it was much faster.
My thoughts are with you Bobbie. You are a strong and passionate
caregiver. Look at the bright side. It's not Alzheimers..
To Jackheim and you wonderful caring girls.
As I read your posts I am reminded of my own feelings with my
dear Helen. At the time, I felt much the same as all of you, but now
that it's over with I have a clearer picture of what was going on.
As sad as it seems, I was not caring for my dear Helen, It was only
her body that I was caring for and dragging around to family events.
She was no longer on this earth. During that time, I don't think I
could have excepted that view. She looked so alive and real, But now
I believe it to be true.
All I had was her body Which I still have. Converted to a box
of ashes sitting on the kitchen sink.
Poor Old GeorgieBoy
I feel the pain you are going through. As you can see by the * after
my name, My dear wife has passed and looking back on the dementia
journey, it just seems like a bad dream. Almost like it never really
She had vascular dementia which normally is a much shorter trip
than alzheimers. Also we were older than most caregivers here which
is another blessing because we had lived the good life, and outlived all
of our best friends.
So, Jeanie, tell us a little about yourself. Click on accounts and fill
us in. If your dear husband has Vascular dementia, I can tell you a lot
about that. Probably more than you want to know.
I hope this site will do as much for you as it did for me. Continue
to be brave and you will come out of it OK. GeorgieBoy
Dear Joan. Sept.8,2013
There's no need to acknowledge this. You have enough to do.
This is the exact amount I was paying to keep my Dear Helen in
a nice nursing home for one day. Since I'm not doing that anymore,
and I feel indebted to your website, I have to do this once in a while
just to make me feel good about myself.
I desperately needed your website while I was going through the
battle. My dementia problems are gone now, but for some strange
reason, I can't stay away from your site. The stories are so sad and
heart-wrenching. Why do I do this? Possibly I feel a closeness to
thoes who are still going through what I went through. Maybe I'll
start a discussion and someone will give me the answer.
I can't offer you any prayers, Joan, because I'm not religious, but
I hope the best for you, with all my heart. George
I would like to call you're attention to a positive that you may have
missed. We all know that you are a great writer, and we all know that
great writing requires great thinking.
As we grow older, especially older like me, We value thinking
more and more. I'm not very good at it myself. Also as caregivers
who have seen thinking vanish in our loved ones, The ability to think
becomes a treasure worth more than gold.
There are many great writers and thinkers who contribute to
this site, but Joan, you are the LEADER OF THE PACK.
I can't think of anything more positive than that.
Your story seems to have triggered some very similar, sad and
depressing stories from Elizabeth and Rona. I can't say that I've
gone through anything that bad, but during my care giving days there
were a few times that I just wanted to give up the battle and run away.
But thoes thoughts never entered my head when I was busy doing
something that I really needed to do.
If I was doing anything at all that I thought was of some value to
someone else, It gave me a feeling of self-worth and the depression
was gone. So everything I did was not only for my Dear Helen, but
for myself'. And I could actually be happy and proud of myself.
It was only when I was sitting around doing nothing that I became
Since my Dear Helen is gone and I'm now living by myself in an
old folks community I need to keep myself busy doing something of
value to someone even if it's just attending little activities around
here and being a friend to someone who needs a friend.
Anyway Katherine....That's the way I combat depression.
I read your blogs and follow your life situation and then go about
my own daily routine but I can't quite get you out of my mind. I
keep thinking that somewhere there's a wonderful, caring little lady
with a loving husband who needs help.
I'm not a religious person but I do believe there's some higher
power that will respond to our prayers because I've experienced it
myself, three times in my life, and I know that with all the prayer
going your way, you and Dan are going to come out of this OK.
I just know it.
With Love. GeorgieBoy
I've been following this discussion since the start, so now I think
I'll give you my two cents worth.
I am not offering you any advice. I'm just telling you of my own
experience about divorce. When Helen and I were at about the stage
you are in, she would not have cared one way or the other about what
I did, She would sometimes get all dressed up and get out on the streets
saying she was going out to get a divorce.
I think when I was going through this, I was about 15 years older
than you are, Watchful, and a divorce never entered my mind, but
if it did, I would have had no guilt about it whatsoever as long as
my new lady understood that I would never quit loving or caring for
my Dear Helen. .And for the new lady that I would choose. She
would want it to be that way.
Your alzheimerspouse friend, GeorgieBoy
SHARING MY FIRST STORY
Several family friends who visit my little website had told me that the
first story on my Happy Stories page was a wonderful story that I should
somehow share with my Hillcrest friends. So without much to do, I decided
to send this story by email to all 66 of my Hillcrest friends who had their
email addresses listed in the directory.
The following are some of the email replies I got. They all had such
nice words for me. No wonder I've got such a big head
Thank you George! Beautiful story! Mary Kay
Such a very precious and sweet story! Thank you for sharing it, George.
those are the kind of memories that keep us going! My computer is in the
shop. I will send you a happy memory story when I get it back. Thanks for
a great idea! Barbara Smythe
Hi George - - Enjoyed reading your story -- you may not have realized it
at the time, but all the life experiences up to your time in Fresno were
leading up to Helen and all the happy moments after that -- thanks for
sharing! And congratulations on being 99 -- not everyone can do that!
Blessings, Cecilia Stephens
Thanks for sharing your touching love story. I imagine that love has
contributed to your long life? Congratulations on being a young 99.
George, Thank you so much for sharing that lovely story with us. Now
John & I are challenged to remember & tell our own stories.
Cheerfully, Karen Stewart
Dear George, That was such a "Happy" Story. I enjoyed reading it so
much. Thanks for sharing and I will try to think of one of my happiest times.
Thanks so much for sharing it with all of us. Love, Bernice Russi
Dear George .. Mary Kay Ogden shared your recent e-mail with me.
What a beautiful story of you and Helen. Forever close! You have
many gifts. Mary's friend, Patricia Childress
This story ,,, "The Happiest Time of My Life" .... is quite long and
I don't want to take up so much space for it on this page,, but it you
would like to read it ,,,, It's the first story on the HAPPY STORIES page.
Here's another one for my big head ... From Barbara Smythe.
Thank you George! I haven’t read everything on your website, but I
know how very charming you are---not horrible at all! I am amazed
at your skill with the computer. You are an inspiration! Do you know
that 40% of Hillcresters don’t even use the internet? Amazing, uh?
You have put the internet to such creative use in your own life, filling
what could be very lonely and bitter hours, into hours of sharing the
joy and happiness in your life with others. What a great example!
I love your website! Thank you for sending it to me.
THE PASSING OF OUR WONDERFUL CHUCK
My brother-in-law, Chuck, was my closest companion since I moved
into Hillcrest 5 years ago. I hate having to write this story.
About 2 months ago, Chuck fell down on the side-walk while getting out
of a car and fractured a vertebrae which caused bleeding and later became
infected. He was treated for a while in Casa Colina Hospital then
transferred to Hillcrest Woods where he continued to decline with internal
On July 1, I received this email from His daughter, Kathryn.
Dad did pass away early this morning, at 1am. Around 9:30pm they
noticed that he was showing some signs of dying so Alan and Robbie and
I went over and told stories, sang to him, and played some of his favorite
hymns and songs. He said “together” and seemed to be glad to have us all
there. Around 12:30 he fell asleep and then his breathing slowly faded away.
He was peaceful and I am so glad that he did not have to linger for a long
time. In my talking I mentioned you all and he knew how much you loved him.
Tell a story about him today and he would be pleased. Love, Kathryn.
Below is Chuck's obituary that ran in the Inland Valley Daily Bulletin on July 7.
CHARLES ERNEST DAVIS Fb.4,1922----July 1,2020
Charles Ernest Davis was a printer. a conscientious objector, a
professor of graphic arts management, a business owner and an adult
He was born in La Verne and graduated from Bonita High School
in 1941. He attended La Verne Collage, where he met and married his
wife of 74 years, Mildred Streit. During collage he spent 3 years in
Civilian Public Service as a conscientious objector, where he did forestry
work. During evening hours he hand-set type and printed the work of
several early beat poets also stationed at the camp.
His working career evolved around printing. As a printer at the San
Dimas Press, a foreman at the San Gabriel Valley Daily Tribune, and as
printing teacher at Garfield High School, Los Angeles Trade technical
Collage (36 years), and Los Angeles State Collage.
At the age of 60 he retired and purchased Windsor Graphics, a
typesetting and graphics arts photography business which he ran with his
sons, Robby and Alan. After retirement, he taught a clock repair class
through Pomona Adult School for 27 tears. Pat Leung and her son Eric,
long-time students in the class, became dear friends.
He loved backpacking in the High Sierra, restoring antique clocks,
telling stories, inventing and being a life long learner. His comprehensive
research into Japanese schoolhouse clocks was published in the NAWCC
bulletin in 2009. He lived his philosophy of the simple life, promoting
peace and justice for all, and this was supported by his active membership
in the Church of the Brethren.
He was a loving husband to Mildred and a wonderful dad to his children,
Alan (Margret), Kathryn (carl), and Robbie (Libby). He will be remembered
by grandchildren, Emily, Cassy (Gretl), Jesse (Tessa), Holly (George),
Charlie and Robbie. He was delighted to welcome great-grandchildren
Flora, Meadow, and Luca, who will grow up reading his stories. Those
stories will also be told by his sister Virginia Stark, brothers-in-laws
George Streit and David Streit, nieces, nephews, cousins and friends.
A memorial service will be held at a later date. Memorial gifts may
be made to the La Verne Church of the Brethren (2425 E Street, La Verne,
Ca. 01750) or the National Association of Watch and Clock Collectors
(514 Poplar Street, Columbia, Pa. 17512)
I'M STILL HERE July 2020
With this crazy virus stuff going on and on, I feel like I should add one
more story so my family... including myself ... will know that I'm still here.
Of course at almost 99 years, the life I'm living is nowhere near the
life I once lived but I've written other stories about that so I won't get into
those details, However I'm feeling that this social isolation is making
quite a difference in everything I do or don't do.
Here at Hillcrest. Old Folks Home, they are lifting some of the virus
restrictions so now I can attend the exercise class on Mon, Wed, and
Friday like I did before the virus hit.
It seems like every day is the same for me. I get ip every morning
and looking in the mirror, I have to laugh at the funny looking guy who's
looking back at me and he's also laughing. Then I try to figure out what
day of the week it is so I don't miss my exercise class.
I actually feel fortunate that I have nothing else that I need to do.
I just play around with my computer or lap-top all day. Fixing stuff on my
website, answering emails, creating more dumb stories or songs or just
playing games and learning how to win them. I love to watch all my old
family videos old photos and listen to my dear Helen singing to me.
Since I have a hearing problem and can hardly carry on a
conversation with anyone, I talk to myself all day long and discuss
everything I do. And best of all, I can understand agree with every word I say.
I think this pretty well covers my present situation. If I think of anything
else I can add it later.
HOW ABOUT GEORGE STREIT ?
I've written so many stories related to my long time favorite website
....... TheAlzheimersSpouse.com ..... where I once was very active. Even
though my dear Helen passed away eight years ago, I continue to visit there
but seldom post anything.
Joan, the wonderful girl who created and managed this website for 15
years needs to give it up. So Bonnie has created a Facebook group to
replace it, where we caregivers, old and new, can continue supporting
A few days ago I was reading the posts and they were talking about the
new Facebook, group site and wondering if us oldies would be able to find it.
Myrtle wrote "How about George Streit?" And others were saying that they
haven't heard from George in a long time. Wolf, who knew my age, said
he thought George had gone to the great beyond.
I knew then, that I needed to say something for George Streit. So I
sent the following Blog.
Since Myrtle and Wolf mentioned my name. I I feel as though I should
say a few words. No ..... I haven't gone to the great beyond, although at
99 years maybe I belong there. Like so many of us old timers I still visit
this site often and feel the sorrow and pain expressed here, but feel as
though I have nothing of value to offer.
I am continually amazed at the strength and fortitude of you regulars
who are going through this as I once did.
................... Old .... Old ..... GeorgieBoy
Wow ..... I really got the feedback. They were all so happy to know that
I was still kicking. Bonnie even spent some time setting me up as a member
on the new.... Alzheimer's Spouse Haven ....Facebook site. So now I can post
there more often and they'll know that I'm still kicking and not in the Great Beyond.
GEORGIE-BOYS WORST FALL DOWN
I've been debating about whether I shroud write a story about
this. It's somewhat embarrassing and maybe in bad taste. But now
I'm thinking I have nothing to loose, and when I get to be 110 years
old, I may like to read about what happened when I was only 98.
I don't fall down much and have always been able to get back
up by crawling over to some furniture and pulling myself up. But
this time I was in the shower with no furniture. Poor Georgieboy.
I was all wet and soapy and had dropped the bar of soap and
had fallen while trying to pick it up. There was nothing to grab
onto to pull myself up. I spent a half hour slip sliding around
and couldn't even get up on my hands and knees. Worse yet.
I had scratched my arm and it was bleeding.
Of course there was a little string I could pull to get help, but
I didn't want any of those cute little nurses witnessing a naked old
man in such a condition. Finally, I was able to open the shower
door and wiggle myself out onto the bathroom floor and inch by
inch slide over to the toilet and pull myself up onto it. Doing my
best to keep the blood from my arm from getting all over the
floor. I think this crazy struggle lasted almost an hour but I was
proud of myself because I did get myself up.
What did I learn from this ? Next time I drop the soap in the
shower, I'll just leave it there.
With nothing to write about, I have not added anything here for quite
a long time, but with this crazy coronavirus stuff going on, and the big
changes it has made in our lives here at Hillcrest, I now have something
to say. I wont get into the boring details of being locked in our places
with no visitors. but I want the world to know what GeorgieBoy thinks
about this coronavirus thing.
I spent some of my not so valuable time researching it and wrote a little
story about it which I shared with my email friends and got a lot of feedback.
After careful consideration i decided to put it on my website. It may be a
little controversial but I can't do anything about that. It's just who I am.
CORONAVIRUS ...... GeorgieBoy's take on it
Right now, (June,17,2020), the news media is telling us that the total
corona-virus deaths in the U.S. have reached 120,000 I researched the
population of the U.S. and found it to be 329,000,000. So I divided the
population by the number of deaths and got 2,725. That means that one
person out of every 2,725 in the U.S. has died from this corona-virus thing.
One of every 2,725 people dying ....... I can't believe that our politicians
and the news media have made such a big thing of this ...... I'm guessing
that they just want the publicity. Of course we need to do what we can to
handle it, but it's being way overdone. The measles, mumps and flues have
been much worse. I've been reading about the 1918 Spanish flu that killed
fifty million worldwide and killed 675,000 in the U.S. My mom and dad went
To sum it up, I took into my accounting that the U.S. population in 1918
was just 103 million, So here are the facts.
Year 1918 ...675, 000 deaths from the Spanish flu.
one death for every 153 Americans
Year 2020, as of June 17 .... 2,836 deaths from the corona-virus.
one death for every 2,725 Americans
It's been 102 years since the Spanish flu and I'm sure our doctors and
scientists of today can do better than in 1918 if we just let them do it
and keep the politicians out of it.
P S ...... I just thought of a better way to look at this and did a little arithmetic.
From 1918 to 2020, the U.S. population has grown from 103 million to
329 million. 3.2 times larger. So .... that means ... The corona-virus deaths in
2020 would have to equal 675,000 X 3.2 or 2,160,000 to match the Spanish flu
deaths of 1918. I can't believe the corona-virus could kill over two million of us.
TIGER BY THE TAIL .......... by GeorgieBoy
I recently found an Amazon Fire 8 lap top that I was playing around with a
few years ago and was looking at some of the videos I had put on it. There
was one little 30 sec. video of me singing "Tiger By The Tail" that I really liked.
So of course I had to put it on my website so I can view it often and everyone
can marvel at what a great singer I am ..........
To view this great performance ... click HERE
CUTE CARD STORY Dec. 2019
I don't want much
I just want (someone) to be
healthy happy and loved
on (whatever the occasion)
I Don't think I should put this story on GeorgieBoy's website. I'm thinking
that it's more fun and happiness if people who receive these little cards don't
know where they come from and think that there's a cute little gremlin
somewhere in this world who cares for them. So if you happen to read this,
Please don't squeal on me.
I was recently reading about what our scientists are finding out about
the universe we are living in by focusing the Hubble Space Telescope on a little
spot in space where there is nothing visible and leaving it there for ten days ......
recording everything as a video.
Since light travels at 186,000 miles a second, after ten days they can see
something far, far away. I don't know how many seconds there are in ten days ....
but if I multiply that number by 186,000, I will know how many miles away they
are looking. And what did they see from that distance ? .....They saw exactly
what we see outside our own Millky-way galaxy ......countless other galaxies.
This is way too much for my little brain to comprehend ..... But I can look at
it this way.
Our Earth is ..........one of 9 planets revolving around our sun.
Our Sun is ...........one of over 100 billion suns in our galaxy.
Our Galaxy is .......one of over 1oo billion galaxies in our universe.
Now .... After considering all the different physical requirements for a
civilization such as ours. I'm thinking that there must be at least one billion other
civilized societies such as ours in this universe. And wouldn't it be nice if we could
know about them and make friends with them.
Now........ Here is something else that bothers my poor little brain .......
Our Scientists have given us this ........ HISTORY OF OUR UNIVERSE
Universe created .............................................. 13.7 Billion years ago
Our Milkey-Way galaxy ... ................................ 12.2 " " "
Our solar system ..... Earth ................................. 4.65 " " "
Our atmosphere.... water..... rain...... life ........... 4 " " "
Homo Erectus creatures ................................. 2.5 Million years ago
Nethanderal Man ............................................. 600,000 Years ago
Modern People ................................................. 200,000 " "
Nomads, Farmers ............................................... 11,000 " "
Cities .....................................................…............ 7,000 " "
Kings, Peasants ....................................… ........... 5,000 " "
Roman Empire, Greek inventions ............… ...... 2,500 " "
Jesus Christ was Born ................................... ... 2,018 " "
GeorgieBoy came to Hillcrest ..................…....…… 4 " "
WHY DO I REMEMBER THIS Jan.30, 2020
Recently one of my Hillcrest friends said that something I was doing
was not necessarily necessary and it brought back to me a a crazy memory
of something that happened 78 years ago. So naturally I need to write a
story about it. Why do I remember such minor happenings for 78 years and
can't even remember what I did yesterday ?
In the army Signal Corp stationed at Fort Richardson. Alaska, I had two
helpers with me and we were installing a high-tech communications system
in the office of the Base commander. He was a high ranking full coronal.
He sat at his desk and we were close by, doing our work and trying to keep
quiet so we didn't disturb him.
I remember my helpers names ...... Scroble and Wendel. We were quietly
considering a question about our work and Wendel very seriously said
"I don't think it's necessarily". .... Scroble and I looked at each other laughed ,
then started discussing about whether it was necessarily or not. We were
going on and on having fun with the necessarily word when all of a sudden the
Coronel yelled at us from his desk "OK you guys ... What's so funny?"
Now .. The strange thing for me is. After 80 years, Why do I remember
all of this in such great detail ?
UNCLE ARTHUR'S PINECOTTA Dec. 2019
Uncle Arthur invented this great candy
UNCLE ARTHUR'S PINECOTTA RECIPE
Soak gelatin in pineapple juice.
Good luck, but don't eat too much like I do or you'll get a belly ache.
SOMETHING TO DO Nov. 2019
I think I've touched on this subject before but after having a really hard
time with it, I think I have something of value that I can share.
I've been here in the Hillcrest old folks community for four years now and
have shared thoughts with others who are in the same boat with me. It seems
that in our old age we are all looking for just one thing ..... and that is .......
Something to do. Of course Hillcrest provides plenty of things to entertain us
or keep us busy and some of us can just enjoy visiting and socializing but with
my hearing problem I can't even do that.
What we are really looking for is something to do that is of value to anyone
else. Everywhere I go I see my friends going out of their way, trying to help others
or to help Hillcrest help others. The problem is .... that with the old warn out
bodies that we are living in and the feeble little brains that we are left with, we
can do very little. Yet we are continually searching for something that we can do.
It may be just human nature over which we have no control.
Recently, I stumbled upon the secret solution to this problem. It's a learning
experience. I taught myself how to do nothing at all. It isn't easy and it takes
time. But it worked for me and it's been a blessing. I just need to keep telling
myself that my purpose in life right now is to please my family and do what they
want me to do which is nothing. I don't feel guilty for doing nothing anymore.
I can just eat and sleep and play around with my computer. I can actually enjoy
playing games and puzzles and be proud of myself for mastering them.
SISTER AUDREY'S FUNERAL SERVICE Nov.13,2019
Today was the day of my big sister Audrey's funeral service. A day that took
a long time to get here. I need to write a little story about it.
My big sister, Audrey, was one of a kind. I have never known anyone who
could match her kind, gentile, and lively spirit. I won't get into the details of
this because they would never end.
She had lived a wonderful life for 99 years. The first in our family of six
kids. Married to the nicest guy in the world, John Heesen, and raised four boys
of her own with oodles of grand kids and great grand kids.
At 98 years I felt very close to her and in our later years we often talked
about all the great times we had while growing up and why we were living so
long and when will it ever end. We had fun writing our own obituaries and
planning our own funerals. I remember telling her that I would not be going
to her funeral ....... I had been to enough of them ..... she told me that if I
didn't go to her funeral, she wasn't going to mine.
In the last few years we were both so deaf that we could hardly carry on
a conversation except for the telephone. We would sometimes talk for a half
hour on the phone. I Know that she was still enjoying her old age life until the
last month or so. She had a wonderful caring family that supported her.
At my Hillcrest exercise this morning two friends asked me why I was there,
and not at my sisters 10AM funeral service so I had to give them a story.
At noon. my daughter, Terri, phoned me and told me about the service and
how much she enjoyed it and meeting so many old relatives again.
Everybody was there except old GeorgieBoy.
Poor GeorgieBoy .... But I know it would have been too much for him.
Something Else About Big Sister Audrey
I remember our dad, In his later years, telling me About the tough times
our family went through during the depression when his business went bankrupt.
People were leaving groceries at our door step, ringing the bell and driving
away. And then after we moved to Pomona he almost died in the tuberculosis
Dad told me that we could never have survived without the help of our
church friends and Big Sister Audrey who cared for the younger kids. Feeding
them. dressing them. changing diapers, doing house work and everything she
could do to take the load off our dear mother
Sister Audrey at 99yrs and GeorgieBoy at 98
Do you think we were still having fun ?
VETERAN'S DAY Nov. 2019
Today (Nov.11) is Veterans Day and I'm reminded of how I became a veteran,
I had just graduated from high school in 1939. It was summer time and my
parents were after me to get a job and go to work. What a revolting idea! They
were after me every day. I had to get out of town. Lucky for me, I found a way
out. I joined the army
.I spent four and a half years in the army during world war two ...... doing
my patriotic duty for my country but I have to say that my country and
patriotism were the last things on my mind. I did it all for myself.......
.Isn't that what we all do?
Out of a signal-cor company of almost 200, stationed in the Aleutians,
Except for a few old lifetime army guys, everyone was just like me. They
couldn't find anything else to do so they enlisted in the army. I only knew one
guy that I would consider patriotic. He wanted to go where the action was and
he eventually got himself transferred to I don't know where.
At my exorcise class this morning , they asked me if I was a veteran and
I told them "yes but I'm not patriotic". Then I had to tell them what my hero,
Einstein, said , "Patriotism is the measles of mankind .... The cause of all war".
I've written so many stories about this so I won't get any further into it here.
SO MANY STORIES oct, 2019
I've had my GeorgieBoy's website for over six years now and I've put so
many stories here that I'm thinking that I'm overdoing it. Recently. I've added
some stories that I later deleted after reading them here and questioning
I still enjoy writing stories. It gives me something to do in my old age
when I can barely do anything at all. I also enjoy reading back through these
stories ..... especially the older ones that I can now hardly remember. It's
like reliving the good old days of the wonderful life I once lived.
I am amazed that I counted 279 stories on these 13 story pages.
I listed them here.
Happy Stories .............. 6
Helen Stories .............. 18
Dementia Stories ........ 38
Just Stories ................ 26
More Stories .............. 19
Even More ................ 20
Other Stories ............ 9
Thoughts .................. 15
Hillcrest 1 ................. 38
Hillcrest 2 ................ 57
Hillcrest 3 ................ 48
Hillcrest 4 ................ 48
Hlllcrest 5 ............... 20
This World .............. .6
TOTAL ... 280 STORIES
I feel like I need to apologize for taking up space on the
World Wide Web with some of these not so great stories
but I have no control over what I write. Its just who I am
after 98 years and I'm doing my best to share something of
value and still have a little fun doing it..
BROOKWOOD oct. 2019
I recirntly came across an article from a Houston Texas newspaper about
a place named Brookwood which my brother David's wife, Yvonne, created
many years ago. It's a story about Brookwood from start to finish and I was
so captivated by it that I made my own version of it so I could put it here.
Brookwood Community expands facilities,
Global impact with new building
From left are Neal Shudde, David Streit, Vita Goodell, Citizens
WHAT IF I NEVER …. sept. 2019
Recently I've been spending a lot my time going through the
old blogs that I had shared with my alzheimerspouse.com friends
while I was going through the sad dementia journey with my dear
Helen. I always composed them in WordPad and they are still
there in my list of documents. Reading them brings back all the
memories of what I went through as my Dear Helen's caregiver.
Those stories are like a dream that never really happened and
as I sit here reading them, I'm wondering what my life would be
like right now if I had chosen to just send her away to a suitable
rest home and free myself of the horrible caregiving burden of
those sad and painful years.
Would I still have the love and respect of my family and
friends? Would I have a good opinion of myself? Would I still
be the same happy GeorgieBoy that I am today?
CUBE in CUBE in CUBE sept. 201
SKIN CANCER sept. 2019
I recently was having a problem with a little spot on my back that would
Later ........ Sally told me not to worry about
HAPPINESS AGAIN aug. 3019
Aristotle said ..... Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life.
The whole aim and end of human existence"
I think it's the same for every living creature .... even the little roach that
comes out from under the baseboard to smell my foot when I'm sitting on the
pot in my bathroom. I can't help but wonder what it is that makes him happy.
Does he have a family to care for? Does he have friends to enjoy? Has he
ever been in love?
Those are the things that made me happy throughout my happy life and
I wish the same for the little roach and every living creature.
WORDS july. 2019
Since I usually leave my hallway door open, my Birch Court neighbors will
sometimes drop in for a little visit. Last evening Nina was doing just that, and
was telling me a little story when she paused ....... then she said. "I can't think
of the words I want to say".
This got me thinking about the words I say since I have the same problem.
The words that I say are very important to me because I'm a firm believer in
Omar Khayyam's Rubiat.
The moving finger writes, and having writ moves on.
Nor all thy piety and wit, can lure it back to cancel half a lime.
Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.........
I try to keep this little verse in mind for everything I say or do. If I say or
do something mean or hurtful to someone, it's in my mind and memory forever.
In my old age I often say the wrong words and people think I'm crazy and
laugh at me or feel sorry for me. If I'm writing words .... like I'm doing right now.
I can think about them and change them to express exactly what I want to say.
But if I'm speaking them, it's just what happens to be on top of my little brain at
that moment...... Poor GeorgieBoy ...…
Once while having lunch in the café with my sister, Mary, She told me that I
was speaking quite loudly. I told her that because of my hearing problem, I had
to talk loud so I could hear what I'm saying.
Now ...... after some powerful thinking about this. I found the secret way to
keep myself from saying the wrong words ....... I just don't say anything at all.
CRANKY OLD MAN STORY july 2019
Here in my Birch Ct. apartment, I've always had a little sign at my
door that reads "Warning .... Cranky old man inside".
Several friends have asked me why I call myself a cranky old man and
I have to tell them how I got that name. I found a little story that I had
written about it and gave it to Cecilia and she published it in the Hillcrest
Now I'm thinking I should put it on my website ..... so here it is.
The Cranky Old Man written July 21. 2014
Last Sunday morning I was shopping at the local supermarket and was
ready to check out. There was only one check stand open out of eight and
there were four customers with full carts ahead of me. I'm thinking I've
got to do something about this. So I yelled out...pretty loud..."Hey!...We
need to get another check stand opened up....There's a cranky old man
standing in line here with four others ahead of him and the line is barely
moving"...........Well...after that, there was deadly silence....Then I
heard someone say......."We've got one coming".........
.....So another checker did appear and told the lady in front that she was
next. Whereupon I heard the lady say, "Don't you think you should take
care of the cranky old man first?"......Then we all started laughing....
But the amazing thing about this was that nobody seemed angry at me for
my rude behavior. When you're old, (almost 93), people are very forgiving.
You can get away with anything.
HEAVENLY MUSIC ..... for my ears June 2019
I can't seem to keep myself from finding files on old hard drives that I
never knew existed. My latest find is a wonderful 8 minute recording of the
Pomona Breakfast Lions Club band ..... where I was a member for 54 years.
As I've mentioned elsewhere, I've always been crazy about marching bands
and I had a lot to do with this one. At one time we had 15 horn blowers in our
band with a club membership of 60. This recording is of poor quality ...…
Probably done on a little pocket size tape recorder, but it really captures the
lively spirit of our club which we were well known for in other clubs.
This recording brings back memories of the good old days and recently
I've been listening to it continuously, while doing games and puzzles on my
laptop. Since I often leave my hallway door open .... people passing in the
hallway are asking about the crazy sounds. Of course I could edit it and make
it better but I have other good recordings of the band and they are just music
to me. I don't know if any of the old club members are still around but I'm sure
they would enjoy this like I do. I'm adding it here so anyone can play it.
Just click the player.
SINGING June 2019
I've written stories about everything else. Now it's time for what I have
to say about singing.
The first singing I can remember was in kindergarten when our teacher
would sing the "Good Morning Dear Children" song and we would sing
"Good Morning Dear Teacher" for her. After that, it was continual glee club
until I had the option to choose orchestra or band.
Once, when our 4th grade class was singing on the school auditorium
stage for a Thanksgiving day performance. I was in the back row and I couldn't
see over the other heads so I got myself up on a nearby log so I could see and
be seen but the log rolled and down I went with a loud bang. It caused quite
a commotion and interrupted the singing. My parents were embarrassed but
others in the audience thought I had stolen the show. I think it was my best
inging performance ever.
I don't consider myself a singer and since I became so interested
in what I could do with music on the computer, I rarely sing anymore.
I've made many songs just saying the words and the computer would give
them perfect pitch and add harmony voices, I can sound like a child or a lady
or a grumpy old man, singing a duet, a trio, or even a chorus.
I love to listen to my songs and marvel at the intelligence of the writer.
See the Audio Songs page)
Below ….. are what I consider my three most meaningful songs.
One about me, one about Dear Helen, and one about both of us.
f you're brave enough, You can click on the players to hear them.
This is just a song about myself.
There goes Horrible George.
Oh what a terrible scourge.
On the day he was born,
He could blow his own horn,
But something was never quite right.
Tho he tried with all of his might,
And put up a heck of a fight,
He floundered around .
And made a big sound,
But he never did one thing right.
He was always horribly wrong.
That is why we're singing this song.
Never any doubt about it,
Little children shout about it.
Right not ever,
No, no. never,
He made a mess of his life.
And deeply embarrassed his wife.
He thought he was it,
He never would quit.
He never did a single thing,
A ringle dingle jingle thing.
He never did one thing right.
My friend, Larry, told me that once when he phoned me, Helen
answered the phone and he asked her, "is this Yellin Helen?"
She replied........"Hell no.....This is Hell on Wheels".
Who's that walking down the street.
Giving all the boy's a treat.
Making my hear skip a beat.
That's my darlin Helen.
What's that sound so soft and sweet.
Like a little birdies tweet.
No it's not a parakeet.
that's my Helen yellin.
I can hear her in my sleep.
That's what makes my life complete.
She's the apple of my eye.
She's my pretty butterfly.
She's my huckleberry pie,
She's my yellin Helen.t.
I made this song about me and my Dear Helen a long time ago,
but I added the last verse after she left me.
Once I held your hand in mine.
My poor heart was wildly beating.
Once your kisses so divine.
Brought me tears of joy repeating.
Once we danced the whole night thru.
Having fun with funny brownies.
We were friends with everyone.
We were so in love.
Once we rode the midnight train.
Knowing not where we were going.
Once we did it in the rain.
Winter winds were softly blowing.
Once we made a family.
Then we proudly watched it growing.
We had fun while we were young.
Now we hve our memories.
Now she's just a memory.
She's not here any more.
Taken by some strange disease.
Lost on a distant shore.
Caring for her each and every day.
It's so hard to believe.
But I know some day, I'll find a way.
I'll have my love once more.
OLD AGE .....a learning experience june 2019
I keep having more thoughts about this crazy life I'm living at the age
of 98 years, and since I have nothing else to do, I'm putting my thoughts into
words and writing another story. I never dreamed that old age would be like
this but actually I shouldn't complain because it's a learning experience and
I've always enjoyed learning something.
In living so long, I have lost so much, both physically and mentally that
I am forced to adapt to a new way of life. And since I cannot do anything of
value anymore, I must learn how to do nothing, which I find really difficult
because through-out my life, the only thing that made me happy was thinking
that I was doing something of value. How can I be happy doing nothing?
Aristotle says, "Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole
aim and end of human existence."
I've been here at Hillcrest almost four years now and I've met a lot of really
nice oldies just like me but we are all so different. Philosophers tell us that each
of us is a product of the different environment and situations we have faced
through-out our lives. The older we get, the more different we get. Because of
this difference and the abilities we have lost due to old age, we have all
developed our own way of living this new life that has been forced on us. The
only trait we still have in common is we still do our best to be of some value.
MY NEW LIFE.... AGAIN may 2019
The previous story was all about how us oldies have our own way of living
our old age life and why we are all so different. I like to ask friends here exactly
what they do every day and they ask me the same. So now I think I should just
let everyone know what I do every day. It took me a while to settle on this
routine but it hasn't changed much over the years.
Everything I do is related to the fact that because of my hearing loss,
I have to stay away from social events because I can't hear well enough to
carry on a conversation and I feel like I'm just taking up space there for no
My main interest where I spend most of my time is learning what I can do
with a computer and the internet. This includes my little website where I put
stories like this, plus a lot of other stuff such as photos, videos and songs that
I've had a lot of fun creating. Then I enjoy going through the things that I put
there many years ago and re-live the good old days.
I spend time on the wonderful Wikipedia site where I can read great
summaries of anything of interest to me. I have found many little videos that
I liked so much that I downloaded, edited and made my own version of them.
I still toot on my trumpet mouth piece twice a dat to keep my lip in shape so
I can play taps at my funeral.
I use email a lot to keep in touch with family and friends. I know everything
that's going on here at Hillcrest through email. I keep in touch by email and web
blogs with friends from far away who were in the same boat with me while I was
caring for Dear Helen.
I enjoy playing games like solitaire, word games and puzzles on a little
lap-top and find that the more I play them, the better I get. I continually talk
to myself while doing this and give myself hell for a dumb move and a pat on
the back for a great win.
I seldom watch the Tv, except for the news about the crazy stuff that
Trump is doing. I could never find any of the 260 Hillcrest channels of any
interest to me. I'm not a social hermit. I participate in the exercise in the MSL
three times a week and have lunch with family and friends twice a week. I
leave my door open during most of the day and sometimes my Birch Court
neighbors will come in for a visit.
After reading this, I realize that almost everything I do is computer stuff
and I still consider myself a computer dummy but I think this is a pretty good
summary of what I do in my old age life. To put it bluntly ...... I'm having fun.
EMILY May 2019
I was recently looking through some documents and data that I had copied
from an old computer hard drive which I was using while caring for Dear Helen
on her sad dementia journey. I had become very attached to a website ....
www.thealzheimerspouse.com where I got much needed support from other
spouses who were in the same boat with me.
I had sent youtube links to some of the sad songs that I had made and
Emily sent a link to a little song that she had written and recorded in video.
Of course everyone complimented us on our songs and I thought I should do
the same for Emily. The following is the exact blog that I sent.
Dear Emily ......
I think I should give you my two cents worth about your songs. Your song
"It's Raining" is really great. Both the song and the production. Your voice
is just perfect for that little tune. Quiet and peaceful and you seem to be
blessed with a sense of perfect pitch. You could be a celebrity!....The format
for the song turned out to be mpeg2/4 which is really not mp3 although it is
very small in size (2MB). Evidently Some Quick-Time players will play it but
mine would not; nor would three other players that I tried. However it was
easy to convert it to MP3 (5MB) with an audio converter.
Now I want to tell you about your other song "Monster Dinner" which I
found on your Facebook page. The lyrics are very cute and colorful and I think
you altered your voice to fit the song and again you did it well. However I
guess you know that the ukulele was too loud, I'm guessing that you were using
a little I-phone or video camera which would give you no control over the mix.
To sum it up, I would have to say that you're as good as any musician that
comes down the pike and I hope you keep on producing. I have both your songs
on my desktop and can play them with just one click...... Incidentally, Emily, quit
knocking your ukulele ability. You're Very good at that.
With love and good wishes for everybody.....GeorgieBoy
To watch Emilie's little video, Just click ... Emily's Song
THE REAL GEORGE ...... by GeorgieBoy may 2019
I hardly write stories anymore but I often come here to read stories written
by the Real George. I think of him as the Real George. He's not around here any
more and I don't know what happened to him.
I so enjoy reading the stories that he put here and feel like I know everything
about him and his family and the wonderful life he lived. I really admire him and
think of him as an older brother who is doing his best to help me get through this
crazy time of my own life.
He started this website after his Dear Helen left him eight years ago and I can
hardly believe it but I counted 258 stories that he put here, Plus a whole bunch
of photos, songs and videos. I've read all 258 stories. Listen to all his songs.
Watched every video. And all of this over and over again.
I'm sure that I'm his biggest fan although I may be the only one ... Who knows?
THE AMAZON FIRE 8 april 2019
As far as computers go, I've been using a windows 10 desktop for my family
stuff, website, email, and whatever and I enjoy a little I-pad for playing games
in the easy chair, but in my old age, and needing something to keep my little
brain busy, I've been playing around a lot with different types of computers.
The more I learn about them, the more of a computer dummy I feel like I am.
A few years ago, I was feeling that some of my Hillcrest friends would
enjoy a little tablet type for playing games or whatever, So I spent some time
researching them and found the Amazon Fire 8 tablet. It was highly rated and
inexpensive. ($79 at Target). I ordered a few of them thinking I could make
myself useful by learning them and passing them off to friends that need
something to play games with.
Well ..... for a computer Dummy like me, the learning to use it was almost
too much. After two years, I've learned that this little tablet has almost six GB
of memory and can connect to the internet through wi-fi, or to my desktop
computer to transfer files to and from. It contains all the Apps. for playing
music and videos and even has a built-in camera for taking photos or making
videos. Also many great games.
I knew nothing about a built in camera and just for fun, I spent a lot of
time playing around with it. Never knowing where it was putting all the photos
and videos that I was accidentally taking while experimenting with it. But I
recently found them ..... 46 crazy photos and 16 videos. Most of the videos
were using the back side lens and showing my lap, totaling over two hours,
taking up a lot of memory. I deleted them all except for one 4sec. video using
the front len s that I liked because it kind of shows what it's like when a
computer Dunny is learning something. Just click the photo to watch it ……
I can't keep from laughing each time I look at this crazy old man.
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