Okay. I got the tests done. We left a bit early, we got there a little early. Blizzie was so helpful and supportive.
We found the new place. They were nice but a bit sicko there. All of the ladies at the desk were very very chubbby and eating donuts and candy bars like they had not eaten snacks in ten years. That was very strange. Blizzie remarked that was the laaaaast thing those people needed to be scarfing down at 9:00 in the morning.
They had three flat screen tv's in the waiting room. One had Discovery channel, one MSNBC, and the smaller one had cartoons.
Some other people showed up, a group of hillbillies. A crazy looking lady with jeans and a very tight blouse and gigantic blond floofy long-sh curly hair. She came in with two very tanned and rugged looking old men. One had a shirt on that said catch of the day and had a "mermaid" on the shirt. It was nasty looking. At one point a doctor came out to talk with her and his eyes kept looking from her big floofy hair to her chest back to the hair, back to the chest. hahahahahahahha
Then I got called into x-ray, and left Blizzie in the waiting room to be entertained by all of the goings on.
They were decent... the sonogram girl was the nicest. the x-ray girl was nice... the mamogram lady... I just wanted to slug her. No she did not hurt me, but she lied and told me I was a 10:30 patient after she accidently took the girl with the bratty boy before me. Then I just got mad. I was waiting in the little room off of the sonogram room and she just forgot. She put the bratty boy in that little waiting room with me. grrrr and then she acted like everything was okay.
I wanted to kick her.
I was done.
My ribs hurt. I am so thin. I do not even want to talk about that anymore. Just think about it. ow.
So, Blizzie and I came home adn we were tired. I ate a huge snack and then we had lunch and then we went to the library.
Then we came home and gave both kitties their subq's and THEN we finished the peach pie.
My dad's diary. Oh gosh. It was incredible. He told me he carried a little book around and wrote in it every day. The diary he showed me, he rewrote immediately when he got home as everything was fresh in his head. He was only prisoner to the Nazi's for about a year.
When he showed me the diary he rewrote I thought first of all it was THE exact diary that he lugged around. I asked him if he took that with him everywhere and then I picked up the diary and said "wait up guys, I'm coming along". That made him laugh.
Each day there was a little box drawn on the left side of the entry that had the date, then his journal entry was sometimes very simple, such as, "today we received gas masks. I ate carrots" or something more detailed on a busier day, such as "we were put on a train and traveled to Berlin..." and details about things that went on with his friends. Many entries stated the food he was given to eat that day.
I found a letter placed in the diary... it was written my a pastor that was with his group of men for a while then later that guy was sent home and at some point the pastor wrote the letter for my father. This is what happened:
For the most part, my father was part of a group of prisoners that just went around and "cleaned up" bombed areas. I guess the Nazis decided that it was better to put prisoners in that postition incase they were bombed again (by US or Brittish). So then, one day they were gathered up and taken in a train to some camp in Poland (some place called Szczecin) and there they went to sleep. The next morning, a military guy comes in to the barracks and tells the prisoner men, my dad included, that last night they were Hollanders, but now they are Germans.... So in effect they were expecting these guys to be soldiers for the Nazis....
Well, the two only pastors were allowed to go home. Later, that one pastor wrote sort of a letter stating what happened with my dad and that he was forced to be in the "German Army". Kind of a reference letter for dad's future employment and such.
Then my dad told me how he got the job in the US.
I do not ask my dad a lot of questions. Sometimes I am not sure he wants to tell me the terrible things. He was about 21. He went along in the razzia because he knew it would give his family more to eat at home and he thought of it as an adventure, kind of like boy scouts, something he never did as a boy. He was a nerdy mathwhiz and did accounting for many of the little shops in his town when most boys his age might have been out being a boyscout or something.
Anyway, yes, it was an interesting diary.... I want to go back and look at that. It is a book, about 9x12 and it is about 3/4" thick. a lot of pages. All hand written in dad's very small handwriting. very neat and tidy.
Thanks for telling me that your mother's repeat things so many times.... I thought I was the only one suffering here. Yes, I also pretend everytime that I am hearing it for the first time. Sometimes even, my mom will say, did I tell ou what I did with the chicken last week" I will say "oh yes, you made it with peaches, and it was really good mom" Then she will go ahead and tell me again... like I need to hear the story again even though I know the story!.
Blizzie got kind of upset with me because I was having a great discussion with my dad about his diary and his job. Meanwhile Blizzie was looking through old books that my mom gathered off of the bookshelves. My mom was showing her pictures of friends and places that Blizzie has gone over with my mom ten billion times. My mom drives me nuts sometimes. I know that is terrible to say. My sister Joyce is a lot like her... in a way. very abrupt. not always approving of your idea, like it needs to meet her standards. Also the jabbering on about stuff, that is just ... who cares. She was kind of critical when I was a kid. Always telling me to grow up and stop acting stupid.
Anyway, never mind that.
Another thing. We talked about Dolley, how we miss her. Dolley's daughter (Sally) is 26 or something. She just graduated from law school and she met some very rich guy from Boston in law school. So both of them just took the Bar exam in Baltimore and now she is moving up to Boston to get an apartment with that guy. I have never met him, but my parents have and Sally, of course, says he is a really nice guy. I am glad for her. She is a wonderful girl. Sally came over many months ago and informed my paretns of that decision. They were okay with it
Of course this means that my parents do not have any grandkids of Dolley's close by anymore.
So, then we were talking about the living together thing, with regard to Chrystabelle, and they are okay with it. Mom actually said she thought it was a good idea.
I will end here for now.
maybe more later.
this was a long bloggie today sorry
If we are ever in doubt about what to do,
it is a good rule to ask
ourselves
what we shall wish on the morrow
that we had done.
~John
Lubbock
me
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