I cared for elderly ladies,
Fourteen all Irish and one Norweign who married late in life an Irish man,
In my home town that’s a mixed marriage,
My sisters lie to force our mom who was never an invalid or abused by her gsy daughter me,
Fucked mom and me over,
Great joy is what I got from my friendship with women sixty to eighty years, my senior ,
They are not blind,
Their sweet,heart always in right place,
I made next to nothing,
I understood what wealth they had was not monitary,
It was held in memories,stories,
Moments,
And their good Iowa food,
Their names I keep,
Sharing some of their names I will endow to you my reader,
Mary Florence Jean Ryan married Leo John Fitzgerald when Father said Mary do you take John,
Flossy said a calm came over all in attendance,
See neither knew the other by their given first name,
John and Mary,
I loved Florance sixty years my senior I was 26 in 1985, Florence family had her ask me if I was a homosexual,
I had never heard that word,
Lorretta Ryan salt of the earth,
Julia Ryan the Norwegian, went yo my golks church,
Mildred Marsden a friend of Florence that I also worked for and took tea with,
Vonnie White, the mother of a classmate, I shoveled for her,
Else Haas diabettic every year she canned meat and made cookies for her grandbabies,
Harriet Duggan,Florences cousin I with for her from tome to time and she came to our home for Thanksgiving and Christmas,(dad was better behaved when she came),
Bea Fahey I’d sit with her husband while she bowled,
Alice and Irene Brainard,
Her twin nephews were in my class,
Beulah Alice’s and Irenes sister,
Mrs.Hart,has liver cancer,
When she got it she told her five children,
Her youngest disbelieved it,
Treated her like she was a liar,
She was a lovely lady,
I enjoyed knowing her,
Val Whitewolf 