- Remembering Richard James Hansen
- Don’t Take Life For Granted.
- Political Systems
- Abandoned Parents
- Share if you are against bullying!
- Roland Louis Hansen, The Wonder Years
- If we could look into each others hearts
- Is Corned Beef Irish or Jewish?
- Toledoan Wade Kapszukiewicz was the Topic of a September 14, 2005 Toledo Talk Message Thread.
- North Towne in Toledo, Ohio
- Older People Feel Isolated, Alone, and Lonely. Me Included.
- Colony House – “You & I” – Courtesy of Z104.5 THE EDGE
- Happy Birthday, George Washington!
- Website for The Buckeye Institute
- Roland Louis Hansen Memories of Days Gone By.
- Abandoned Parents
- Buy Used Cars Through Costco Auto Program
- YWOTD: Fakakta, Fakakte, Fakakt, Farkakt, פֿאַרקאַקט
- Real Friends
- Paul's Video Jukebox
- YWOTD (Yiddish Word of the Day): Schnorrer, aka Shnorrer, aka Schnorer, aka Shnorer
- A Spiteful Person, People, Game Players
- "May you live until 120"; "til 120"; "עד מאה ועשרים שנה"; "Ad Mayah Ve-essrim Shana"; "Biz a Hoondred oon Tzvuntzig"
- Sunlight and The Risk of Stroke
- Jewish Danish Herring
- Current Events
- Industrial/Organizational Psychology
- Non Profits
- Organization Development
- Political Science
- Public Policy
- YWOTD (Yiddish Word Of The Day) ייִדיש
WOW, does this meme hold extra meaning for me!
Just a few days ago, I thought I was going to check out of this world.
I started out the day being hyperglycemic with a fasting blood sugar reading of 190 mg/dL. Wanting to lower my blood sugar to a much more acceptable level, I took my diabetic medication and skipped breakfast. I also ate very little for lunch, just about 6 chicken nuggets, in my anxiety-ridden attempt to normalize my blood glucose level.
After lunch, my wife, Judy, and I took a pre-arranged road trip an hour north from Toledo, Ohio to Detroit, Michigan for a complimentary stay with reservations at a casino hotel.
Still wary of my high glucose readings early in the morning, I ate a late afternoon dinner in the room having a sandwich made from SPAM® Oven Roasted Turkey along with two smoked oysters on two tortilla chips.
That evening around sunset, there was a knock at the hotel room door. I opened the door and was greeted by the hotel manager, hotel security persons, and other hotel staff. I was told they needed to search the room because the previous hotel guest had reportedly left something in the room that needed to be retrieved, if it was still there. Once in the room, they went to a night stand drawer and immediately found that which they sought. I was informed that the police had to be summoned to confiscate it.
Meanwhile, as these events were unfolding, and as the police actually arrived, I could feel the terrible effects of my blood sugar dropping to a very, very low level. I actually became hypoglycemic and told the hotel staff.
Quick action was taken by them! In the blink of an eye, orange juice was obtained to quickly elevate my blood sugar; and, a paramedic was there to assist, if need be. They stayed there until I told them that I thought I would be okay. I did not feel all that great, but just wanted them to all go away.
Well, needless to say, with all this happening, it changed all the plans to which Judy and I had looked forward as part of our little getaway. After a terrible night of me feeling uneasy due to worriedness and of sleeplessness, we cancelled all our plans and returned home after I felt well enough to travel. What was going to be an enjoyable little trip, after all the medical appointments and my surgery that have kept us at home since mid-January, turned out to be a nightmare.
All our plans changed that quick! Well, at least I am still alive; and, both Judy and I are doing as well as can be expected given the circumstances of our increasing age and declining health.
Now then, go back and read that meme again.
There is a very interesting web page over on the website of The U.S. Constitution Online. It starts out with this opening paragraph:
“This page concerns Political Systems. The Constitution describes the U.S. political system. This document will describe political systems in general, and then use specific examples of real-world political systems.”
Head on over to read the entire web page, Constitutional Topic: Political Systems.
When a parent is left out of the life of an adult child, the parent is left with the feeling of being stabbed in the heart.
The occurence of grown-up adult children abandoning a parent or parents is more common than is realized by many people. It is difficult for any parent in such a situation, but is even more difficult for older parents aged 60 and over because of the already prevalent feelings of aloneness, loneliness, and/or social isolation that hits older adults.
Read When children abandon their parents from the website of Starts at 60.
I hope you have read each of the articles above to which I have placed embedded links.
Here is a thought-provoking except from another article that I have read online:
Hardly anything is more heartbreaking than having one or more of our adult children simply disappear from our lives for no apparent reason. Yes, it seems inconceivable but it happens a lot more often than we think. The cruel grief of such a loss is often more than any of us parents can bear. Even the idea of such losses sounds absurd and can send most of us packing. The sadness and possible shame we bear is not something we discuss idly with fellow parents, many of whom are enjoying seemingly rich connections to their adult kids and grandkids.
Go on over to read the entire article, Unspeakable: When our Adult Children want Nothing to do with us.
When Adult Children ‘Divorce’ Their Parents is yet another interesting article I read on the internet. You may read that entire article by following the embedded link contained within its title. Here are some excerpts from that article:
Papers aren’t filed, and no judge hears the case, but more and more adult children are divorcing their parents, often completely cutting off contact. What’s driving the increase in parent-child estrangement? Professionals who work with families have some ideas, and thousands of individuals have shared their experiences online.
… parents who are estranged are older than one might expect, with over one-third falling into the 70-80 age group.
… Reasons for conflicts with adult children vary. Some adult children have severed relationships with parents due to traumatic childhoods: They were abused or grew up with parents who were alcoholics or drug users.
Occasionally, family disputes have erupted over money. In the majority of cases, however, the reasons for estrangement are not so clear cut. Still, certain themes occur over and over in commentary from adult children who have divorced their parents.
“You Weren’t a Good Parent.”
“You Broke Up Our Family.”
“You Still See Me as A Child.”
“We Don’t Have the Same Values.”
“You’re a Toxic Person.”
It seems that this type of thing of adult children “casting parents aside” was much less prevalent in preceding generations. I am of the opinion that people from my generation and those preceding me had closer relationships with their parents. I am so glad that throughout my life, I initiated and maintained contact with my parents and grandparents (now long ago deceased, may they rest in peace) on a regular and frequent basis. While I know there are exceptions, it seems to me that, generally speaking, more often than not, young and middle-age adults today pretty much exclude their parents.
In 2015, actor J. K. Simmons won his first Oscar for his role in the movie “Whiplash.”
In an unusually moving personal moment at the Oscar ceremonies, during his acceptance speech, Mr. Simmons encouraged viewers to call their parents if they have any living ones remaining. He stated, in part:
“Call your mom, call your dad. If you are lucky enough to have a parent or two alive on this planet, call them.
Don’t text, don’t e-mail.
Call them on the phone. Tell them you love them and thank them and will be to them for as long as they want to talk to you.”
I am sharing the video, Share if you are against bullying! via Tapoos.
To view the video in a new browser window, open this embedded link.
That video really hits home with me.
I remember a previous Roland’s Ramblings of February 2, 2011, in which I wrote, in part:
As a young child, I was taunted and called names by other children, as most of us have experienced. Heck, throughout my adult life, I have been taunted and called names.
But you know what? Now, even in my older adult years, people are still calling me nasty names, taunting me, and belittling me in a bullying-type manner; but nowadays, those gutless wonders, those less-than-intelligent people, do not have the courage to do so to my face. Now, they do their name-calling and engage in bully tactics on the internet, places like Facebook and blogs and internet bulletin boards and so on and so forth.
I was reminded of that entry and other writings I have posted on the topic of bullying in a variety of places on the internet, including the Roland’s Ramblings Keep Schools Safe that I posted on October 26, 2006 and the Roland’s Ramblings Cyberbully that I posted on April 1, 2007. You may read both of those blog entries simply by following the embedded link contained within the title of each.
I especially remember the message thread, DO YOU BELIEVE THAT BULLYING IS WRONG?, that I initiated March 30, 2012 on the internet website SwampBubbles. You may read that message thread, if you so wish, by following the embedded link contained within its title.
Some thoughts about my early years growing up – The Wonder Years:
I was born in 1947 and grew up on East Northgate Parkway in the City of Toledo, Ohio and graduated from Whitmer Senior High School in 1965. For the most part, my growing-up years were during a period of time when everyone treated each other like family.
As young children and as adolescents, we went outside to play, we got dirty. We bought penny candy from the corner store. We played Red Light – Green Light, Red Rover, Simon Says, Hide and Seek, King of the Hill, Statue, Dodge Ball, Baseball, Basketball and Football. We could ride our bikes to the store, or the park, or down a country road and stay all day. We even swam in the nearby pond, the River Raisin across the State line in Michigan, and Lake Erie when we had the chance.
We ate hot dogs and beans, homemade (from scratch) macaroni and cheese, tomato soup, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, bologna sandwiches, and such for lunch at home. We carried lunch in brown paper bags to eat in the school cafeteria. We ate our meals as a family at a table together; and then, we cleared the dishes off the table and washed the dishes by hand and dried them with a cloth towel. We had chores to do around the house and yard.
We walked or rode a bike everywhere and never worried about safety. We never thought to lock our windows or doors at night.
We weren’t afraid of anything, except our parents. If we fell down, we would just get back up. We challenged each other from time to time. And if someone had a fight, that’s what it was, a fight, then, we got over it and played together again.
We respected our parents, our teachers, and our elders.
We left our houses as soon as we could in the morning and right after school until our neighbors would yell out for their children as a reminder to get in the house for the night. If one kid was called for dinner, then we all knew it was time to go home.
We watched our language around our elders because we knew If we disrespected any adult there would be a price to pay. We had manners and respect; otherwise, we knew that someone else’s parents would put us in our place.
I would not trade anything for the childhood we had, for we had enough; we had love and all that made us the adults we are today.
I received my undergraduate degree from the University of Toledo in 1969.
The year before, in 1968, Welsh folk singer Mary Hopkin had a Number 1 hit in the UK — “Those Were The Days” which was produced by Paul McCartney.
Addendum (April 17, 2017)