To Morris Winacoff
Uncle Morrie-I will miss the kind gentle man I knew all my life; birthdays, holidays, glad time and sad times. ALWAYS!
He had fought in Italy during WWII and at some point married my Aunt Lenore. Uncle Morrie doted on her...She died from a heart attack in 1977 at the ripe old age of 49.
Then, he married Mary, a lovely little lady, widowed, too. We all knew her because she and her first huband (another good man) were friends with Lenore and Morrie...Mary was totally absorbed into the family.
Mary doted on Morrie and vice versa. For the last 31 years they both tended and loved one another, in sickness and in health, a wonderful marriage. During that time, Morrie discovered more family, reunited with his progeny and was incorporated into his own family, their life moments too.
So, when my late mom's twin called to tell me her late (Oldest) sister, Lenore, ...Well, anyway, Uncle Morrie had passed away. He had had a form of Leukemia which seemed to progress slowly. The last few years had him in the hospital several times, not including the prostate cancer, with chemo and radiation, etc. This year, in and out of the hospital and a lot of transfusions.
Never once, did I ever see Uncle Morrie raise his hand or his voice, get angry, or say anything cruel or mean to another human being. I thank him for being an important part of my life, a dear gentle man, a role model of how to be a patient and kind soul.
I will think of you often, dear man.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
So, How was Your day??
All day today,I thought about IT...The "it" being a nasty phone call, I recieved last night. Earlier, my day began with a ride to a B'nei Mitzvot:In this case, it was the Bar and Bat Mitzvah (a Jewish rite of passage undertaken and celebrated now,by both boys and girls, at the approximate age of 13 years) of my late mama's best friend's grandchildren.
It was taking place at a nearby Shul (synagogue). Having no car (mine died and sold for $200 to a junkyard), I was given a lift with a lady (friend to the grandma) who had bad legs and so had a driver drive her. I thanked them for picking me up and while I gave them directions to the Shul, she told me she had had 11 spinal fusions.
When we arrived at the shul, her driver opened her door, set up her 3 legged walker with apocket in the middle to carry things, then helped her situate herself with the helpful tripod.
She had a gift bag for the children, with her purse in it, as well, which I brought out of the back seat, when I got out of the car. I handed her the bag, then opened the heavy door into the building for her. She walked into the Shul, and as the door was closing, I saw another older lady trying to get out of the car that had pulled up. She was having trouble negotiating the curb, so I went outside to help her, extending my hand to her. She took it and I reopened the door ushering her inside. She thanked me and walked off to a group of people milling around between the pews, where the actual service was still going on, and rows of chairs behind those pews.
I waked toward the pews, spotted my aunt and uncle, and sat down with them. It was a nice feeling to hear and participate, lose myself in the familiar
chants and liturgy I had heard since early childhood. The kids did their parts beautifully, and their speeches did themselves and family proud!
I hitched a ride to the reception wth my aunt and uncle, and had a wonderful time.
I was home by four, and the day had gone well, or so I thought. Then out of the blue, I get a phone call from Susan, the lady with the driver. She called me. She was irate, angry and verbally abusive as she read me the riot act.
She said that she had fallen down immediately after she had walked inside
(though i went in less than 90 seconds later), that since she had brought me to the affair, I owed it to her to tend to her needs and no one elses. She spent at least six minutes berating me for my selfish, thoughtless, unkind nature.
I called my mom's friend to set things straight. She called Susan. Don't you know that Susan called me an hour later ( Thank G-D for Caller ID!), so I did
NOT answer it, the voice mail did. When I played it back later, there was more than three minutes of ranting...I deleted it.
I have a bumper sticker on my front patio door. It says, "No good deed goes unpunished!" This seems to be an accurate summing up of my lfe as does Murphy's Law!!!
When I die, I hope people will remember me as an honest, gentle, accepting
soul who always tried to do the right thing, loved well, gave of herself and held on to her life only with the help of her sense of humor.
It was taking place at a nearby Shul (synagogue). Having no car (mine died and sold for $200 to a junkyard), I was given a lift with a lady (friend to the grandma) who had bad legs and so had a driver drive her. I thanked them for picking me up and while I gave them directions to the Shul, she told me she had had 11 spinal fusions.
When we arrived at the shul, her driver opened her door, set up her 3 legged walker with apocket in the middle to carry things, then helped her situate herself with the helpful tripod.
She had a gift bag for the children, with her purse in it, as well, which I brought out of the back seat, when I got out of the car. I handed her the bag, then opened the heavy door into the building for her. She walked into the Shul, and as the door was closing, I saw another older lady trying to get out of the car that had pulled up. She was having trouble negotiating the curb, so I went outside to help her, extending my hand to her. She took it and I reopened the door ushering her inside. She thanked me and walked off to a group of people milling around between the pews, where the actual service was still going on, and rows of chairs behind those pews.
I waked toward the pews, spotted my aunt and uncle, and sat down with them. It was a nice feeling to hear and participate, lose myself in the familiar
chants and liturgy I had heard since early childhood. The kids did their parts beautifully, and their speeches did themselves and family proud!
I hitched a ride to the reception wth my aunt and uncle, and had a wonderful time.
I was home by four, and the day had gone well, or so I thought. Then out of the blue, I get a phone call from Susan, the lady with the driver. She called me. She was irate, angry and verbally abusive as she read me the riot act.
She said that she had fallen down immediately after she had walked inside
(though i went in less than 90 seconds later), that since she had brought me to the affair, I owed it to her to tend to her needs and no one elses. She spent at least six minutes berating me for my selfish, thoughtless, unkind nature.
I called my mom's friend to set things straight. She called Susan. Don't you know that Susan called me an hour later ( Thank G-D for Caller ID!), so I did
NOT answer it, the voice mail did. When I played it back later, there was more than three minutes of ranting...I deleted it.
I have a bumper sticker on my front patio door. It says, "No good deed goes unpunished!" This seems to be an accurate summing up of my lfe as does Murphy's Law!!!
When I die, I hope people will remember me as an honest, gentle, accepting
soul who always tried to do the right thing, loved well, gave of herself and held on to her life only with the help of her sense of humor.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
international travesty
I spent nearly ten hours on the phone in the last week, trying to fix my HP lemon of a computer, trying to get it working right. Who did I get help from? People from 3rd World countries. I am sick to death, of saying, "Please repeat that", and "I cannot understand what you said". I am tired of hearing response such as, "I am sorry for your inconvenience ", "Don't worry, We will solve your problems" with customer service and so called tech support from India I had to recover it twice this week, made back-up disks that ended up blank, lost all my pictures (family and the rest), all documents and everything else. Obviously, their (HP's) DVD drivers suck!
After paying $52.99 for their One-time fix, last month, I again had to pay $99.99 for a year's extended service plan. Imagine my surprise when I checked my bank account & discovered they charged me tax- even worse, a service fee from my bank for an international service transaction. Americans cannot find jobs but corporations continue to out-source. McAfee scan yielded no infections after a 18 hour scan and crappy customer service/ tech support from the Philipines. The $85 billion bailout is going to pay back debts to China and others,some of whom are our enemies or working with terrorist nations. Some will go to Industry and Corporate CEO's, who will get a million dollars a week to sit on their asses as they screw country and customers via bad products & outsourced services. What bailout- It is Bulls--t! People on fixed incomes or no incomes are the fodder these companies live on. Money IS the bottom line...
no one and nothing else matters to them. Neither We,the People, nor the ethics or morality of their self-serving methods matters. Humanity has no place in business, or so it seems. If there is a Hell, I hope they go there!!
Tonight I finally got from a real live American, in America-Imagine THAT. Yipee...we are saved!!
Next week, maybe, I will tackle government assistance programs and health services in general.
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