"Senior Centers" - Rotten Food

My Mother is in a local Senior Center. The Center kicked me out a year ago because I was
causing problems. I ate a piece of rotten chicken in her apartment-- from their kitchen and got deathly ill. I asked other residents how they liked the food. Most said "terrible, aweful.'
A deputy from the Sherriff's Dep't. , asked how they liked the food - A group of 6-8 people said, " Terrible, horrible, awful."
The officer asked, "Why don"t you tell the front desk." They all said, "We have, but they won't listen."

I brought Mother in food for every meal for a week. She never got food poisoning like she had
been for months. (sick stomach and the trots)

(See my first blog-"Elder Abuse through food"-May 5, 2008.) Mother has been feeling better. I talk to her every day.
The Sr. Center still won't let me visit my Mother.
The Senior Center targets seniors with short term memory loss. Not everyone gets bad food.
They are motivated by greed.
I am sad.
Corruption and greed live in St. Clair County.
Cash is paid under the table to the "good guys" to look the other way.

Aunt Mame and "The Great Depression"

Aunt Mame (Mattie Smith) was third generation from the old country-Germany.
It was the "Great Depression". Her husband, Tom ,was part American Indian. (Not that that has anything to do with anything.) But jobs were hard to come by. He did a little farming and
hunted and fished. Money was tight. Aunt Mame had to go to work. She learned how to hang
wall-paper in her teen years when she realized that the only time her parents fought was when
they were hanging wall paper. So the word went out that she would do wall-paper-hanging.

They lived in the Gothic American farmhouse that her Grandfather,Ira Marks or John Kliehower had built on
Starville Road before 1850 apx. (The house was remodeled in 1870.) (Marion Jones
a decendent of the of Ira Marks, John Kliehower, Mattie K. Smith lives there today.)
The day was long. Mame had hung wall paper all day. The boards, that were used to stretch across between the wooden ladders, were heavy. (So heavy that I coulded even lift them as a teenager.) She was dog tired. Home at last. She picked up the milkers, one in each hand, and headed for the barns,
Tom followed with 2 empty pails.
When done she had just walked into the house when Tom said, "What's for supper?"
Mame sat down at the kitchen table, her head bowed against her weary arms and started to cry. Tom said," If you're going to cry, your not going to work tomorrow."
Aunt Mame told me, "I never cried again."
She new if she didn't work, they wouldn't eat.

Before Tom and Aunt Mame and their daughter Marion moved out to the farm they lived in a duplex on St.Clair Blvd. in down-town Marine City, next to her sister, Bessie Bell and her husband Chester Bell and their family, Lois, Janet, and John.
To the east of the duplex was a "boocher" shop.
The boocher knew that Aunt Mame had hard apple cider, from the tree out back,
in the basement, in a wooden barrel. In those days not many people would lock there doors.
The boocher, Punk Rose , would come in, down the stairs, help himself to the apple cider,
and leave a ring of bologne on the lid of the barrel. Aunt Mame said, "It was good bologne,
and I was happy to get it.

"There's a hole in the bucket"

This old song is deticated to: President Obama, Congress, and all the Economists----


"There's a Hole in the Bucket"

Traditional Song

"There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole.

So fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,So fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it.

With what should I fix it, dear Liza, dear Liza,With what should I fix it, dear Liza, with what?

With straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,With straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, with straw.
But the straw is too long, dear Liza, dear Liza,The straw is too long, dear Liza, too long.

So cut it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,So cut it dear Henry, dear Henry, cut it!

With what should I cut it, dear Liza, dear Liza,With what should I cut it, dear Liza, with what?

Use the hatchet, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,Use the hatchet, dear Henry, the hatchet.

But the hatchet's too dull, dear Liza, dear Liza,The hatchet's too dull, dear Liza, too dull.

So, sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,So sharpen it dear Henry, dear Henry, sharpen it!

With what should I sharpen it, dear Liza, dear Liza,With what should I sharpen, dear Liza, with what?

Use the stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,Use the stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, the stone.

But the stone is too dry, dear Liza, dear Liza,The stone is too dry, dear Liza, too dry.

So whet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,So wet it dear Henry, dear Henry, whet it.

With what should I whet it, dear Liza, dear Liza,With what should I whet it, dear Liza, with what?

With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, water.

With what should I carry it, dear Liza, dear Liza,With what should I carry it dear Liza, with what?

Use the bucket dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,Use the bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, the bucket!

There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole.