One morning not too long ago, my 80-something-year-old mom had a fall. She slipped in the bathroom and hit her head on the floor.
My dad rushed her to the hospital. Bottom line — she’s okay, thank goodness.
Needless to say, the ordeal shook her up, as such a fall would do to anyone. Especially someone in her 80s.
And so fearing that she might be losing it — cause of the post traumatic shock — I started bugging her with Alzheimer checks.
That is — when she least expected it, I’d ask her a random question about something she should know.
The interesting thing is that her short-term memory is strong — at least, when it comes to meals.
For instance, when I recently asked her what she ate for lunch, she replied….
“I had the Quesadilla…”
“He had the Susan’s Salad — with chicken.”
Just so you know — this president came after Eisenhower….
But, when I asked who was the president who came after Eisenhower? Long pause.
At which point, my sister, who happened to be sitting with us, chimed in…
You know, like I was testing her.
By the way, my sister’s reaction is not unusual. Why, just the other day, I was retelling this tale to the lovely Mrs. Thor, wife of our esteemed blogger, Mr. Thor.
And no sooner had I come to the whole who-came-after-Eisenhower question, when Thor, who wasn’t even part of our conversation, blurted out: “JFK!”
You know, like he was being graded. Well, it’s good to know that our Third City bloggers are up on their political history.
Mr. and Mrs. Thor….
Anyway, for the longest time, my mom couldn’t answer the Eisenhower question. Every time I asked it, she had that long pause. Then she said: “Benny, I forget.”
Here’s the good news! The other day, I asked it and….
“Kennedy,” she said.
“And who was the president before Eisenhower?”
“Oh, you know – that guy….”
“I’m sorry, but the judges aren’t accepting `that guy’ as a correct response,” I said.
Another pause. Then….
“Good! And who was before Truman?”
She didn’t have to pause to answer that.
“Roosevelt,” she said.
Something you should know about my mom. A first-generation child of the Great Depression and the New Deal, she pretty much grew up worshipping the great FDR.
It’ll take a lot more than a fall on the floor before she forgets him.
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