Hello from Alabama. I am once again in the deep South visiting my mom and sister. Don't call it a vacation though. When I visit with relatives, I refer to it as a "Family Maintenace Tour" (FMT). While we grew up on Long Island, my sister moved here when her husband took a job after finishing medical school at Stony Brook. Mom moved here in early 2002 after Dad died.
With Helaine's family still on Long Island and my mom and sister in Birmingham, most of our time away seems to be the FMTs. We try throwing in some "fun" things so the trips seem more like family vacations. We'll head up to

Huntsville tomorrow to go to the
US Space and Rocket Center. Philip has had an interest in space and rockets since he was a toddler. This is a neat place and they have lots of activities. Father and son will be coming back in August for 3 days of "Space Camp". We're also going to stop for night in the mountains of North Carolina and visit some friends who are renting a house for the week.
I just finished reading my friend
Mike Walter's blog entry about his mom. Mike is a great storyteller, even when it's a tough story to tell. Mike writes about his mom and his family and the monumental changes that a passing life bring.
I am inspired by him as I sit in the home with my Mom and the other elderly residents. This is a home for Alzheimer and dementia patients. Some of the residents are in the beginning phases and are quite capable of taking care of themselves and carrying on conversations. Others need almost full time attention. It is a humbling place on many levels. I find these visits bittersweet. I cherish the time I spend with my Mom, but I ache for the time when she was a much more vibrant person. She can't see(Macular Degeneration), and she can barely put a few words together. I do most of the talking and I help her eat during meal time. I've come down to Alabama a few times by myself, but this time, Philip was with me and he was helping his grandma eat. My soon to be 8 year old can frustrate me and try my patience, but he was a real prince with his grandma and I think it was a valuable experience that he had. I was very proud of him and even it wasn't Rockets, but I think it was pretty huge.
Philip was also talking with some of the residents. They seem to get a big kick in seeing a little boy. It's a big departure from the norm. I also talk and help whomever I can. If you have half a heart, it's impossible to sit there, feeding your own Mom, while others are waiting for a resident assistant to come over. So until they do, I try and pick up some slack.
Like my own Mom, everybody has a story of their life.

There is 1 woman though, who is from Baltimore originally, Isabella Rich. She must be in her mid 80s now and is a sweet lady. She shares the room with my Mom and there is a newspaper or magazine clipping on the wall. I've read it a couple of times so I'll do my best to remember, but in 1942 she walked in to the Army recruiting office in Baltimore to enlist. The army guys told her to go away, they're not taking any "colored women". She came back the next day and was told the same thing. But this time, when the Army guy said "Next", the next guy in line said, not until you're done with her. Other people on line joined in and Isabella Rich became one of the first, if not the first members of
The Women's Army Corps. Today, she lives in relative obscurity for the remainder of her days in this home in Alabama.
I have met other residents, mainly women there, who all have rich histories. They're not what they once were, but I honor and respect all of them, because of those rich histories and the lives They lived before I met them. It might only be a FMT and not a "real vacation", but we're building memories that will last a lifetime. Here's to you Rose Bernstein and also to Mike's mom Mary Jo Walter.