Vol. 22, No. 5,514 - The American Reporter - September 7, 2016



by Cindy Hasz
American Reporter Correspondent
San Diego, Calif.
February 10, 2003
Caring
SONGS AND PROVERBS FOR THE JOURNEY

Back to home page

Printable version of this story

SAN DIEGO -- "Around and around and around she goes, and whar she stops nobody knows." My grandfather used to say that. And when he really liked something he'd say, "It's the cat's meow." Funny that those simple and often silly one liners are what I remember about him the most.=

Countless phrases and limericks containing the precipitate wisdom of a lifetime. Spiced colloquialisms of personal history. What I've noticed working with the elderly over twenty years is that often, those automatic and lyrical responses to life are often all that's left when one's reaches toward its end.

If Grandfather's limericks where philosopical and whimsical, Grammother's were utilitatrian and religious. As in "Many hands make light work." Or, the line from the Catholic hymn, "O sacrament most holy, O sacrament divine." I can still see her pumping the organ with her large utilitarian legs and funky-old-lady hat on her purple, blue hair.

My mother's would have to be, "God helps them that helps themselves," or "There are many things in this life you don't want to do but you've got to do them." That was her equivalent of the dirty underwear in an accident routine. All pragmatism, no fun. Life is grim so suck it up.

Ah, the tragic Irish, we canna help it.

What did my father used to say? Or sing? A mortician's ditty that went something like, "The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle on your snout." Or one about the Tannenbaum embalming school, "And when you die they did a hole and put you in the earth. so cold, oh Tannenbaum, oh Tannenbaum, oh Tannenbaum embalming school."=

Downright cheery.

Or another of his favorite incantations: "May the bird of paradise fly up your nose."

No wonder he didn't fit in with my mother's family too well. Only a scandalous hick from Tennessee would say such things.=

On the otherhand an aging and well-respected uncle, is remembered by something less morbid but more sinister, "Who knows what lurks in the heart of men? The shadow knows... ." Creepy laughter. We would break out in childish hysterics every time he did his routine. We thought him absolutely brilliant.

I honestly do not remember anything else he ever said. Seems strange, that. He was an M.I.T. engineer who calculated head and tail winds of every flight he ever flew on, obsessed about golf, ate with his mouth open and never married.

When I think of patients whose sayings I remember well I think of one caustic old Norwegian woman who seemed to enjoy squirting the venom of her unhappy soul on anyone who disappointed her with a reminder that "The road to hell is paved with good intentions."

I have one patient now who loves to say she's "between the devil and the deep blue sea." And indeed she is. So I throw my lifeboats out to her saying, "Take one day at a time, love." It's all we can do. "Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof." "God will never give you more than you can handle," etc., etc., etc.

"Horsefeathers," says she. "I'm scared."

I reply, "That's all right, we're all scared."

She wants me to hold her, then she asks me the question she always asks me in British accent, "Will you be at the back of me?" And I say what I always say to her, "I'm right here and I'm not leaving."

Pauline, a Russian lady I used to care for who loved the opera used to say with regularity, "A little rouge and a little paint makes a girl what she ain't."

Another used to tell me his secret to a happy life. "Keep your mind full and your bowels empty."

Makes me wonder what littany of expressions I will be reduced to when I am aged and more in reflective than active mode. Most likely a few of them will be:

"Lord willing and the creek don't rise."

"All's well that ends well."

"First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is."

"Twinkle, twinkle little star, etc."

"Around and around and around she goes and where she stops nobody knows."

Creeks, wells, mountains, stars and merry-go-rounds.

Sounds just about right.

Copyright 2016 Joe Shea The American Reporter. All Rights Reserved.

Site Meter