M Jeannette Flamming:
CLASS OF 1954
Morris High SchoolClass of 1954
Morris, MN
Swedish Hospital - NursingClass of 1957
Minneapolis, MN
M Jeannette's Story
I always admired my Dad for teaching until he was 70, as teaching is hard work, (though I had fun at it!) I'm now 73, and working very little, but I would like to get more hours. I still have one (grand)child in High School, and he has no job. he has Aspberger's, and I am thinking that's part of what makes him so reticent to go to work.
When I work, I work in a clinic. I want to work in Hospice for a home care, as the 19 years that I worked in Peds', I worked with kids with chronic illness, and some died each year. Helping them work through their dying was satisfying for me.
IT's been very, very gloomy and smoggy in Salt Lake, but now there are hints of Spring! I hear white throated sparrows again, and I'm told that saw whet owls are calling in the city canyon. I snowshoed three days starting Jan.1, but the snow turned to mud on the South-facing trail. I have not exercized since. So much for resolve. I would dearly love to go to Death Valley right now, as I suspect that there are many wildflowers in bloom. Son, Dave, my 2 grandkids and I camped there early March 2008, but missed the time of most flowers. We still had a good time, and went from there to Zion Nat'l Park in Southern Utah. I'm not a committed camper--it's a lot of work, I think, especially the part where yuou clean up everything and get the white Borax sands of Death Valley out of your tents when you get home! However, it is worth it.
My knees are too bad to ski, but I usually do a couple or three 5Ks during the year. However, I walk them. I sign up to run and then walk. How's that? I love the Morris Prairie Days 5K, as it goes out to the Pomme de Terre, where the white bridge stood.
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low is still there. I think of my Dad with his '29 Essex with a big rusted barrel sitting on the little bumpers which wrapped around each corner of the rear of the car. He backed into the edge of the river. He filled those barrels with a pail. Then, when he tried to drive out, he was stuck in the mud in the river.
The car would not pull forward, and I stood and watched and cried. Daddy reassured me, and removed about half of the water, and the Essex was able to pull out.
Now, beyond the river, is the trail to the the dam park, that is, Pomme de Terre Park! From there, the 5K race goes up the hill to the wonderful gardens, which are starting to come to fullness by Prairie Days, and even though not yet mature, very enjoyable.
As I always told my Minnesota and Utah friends, I had planned to retire in MN. They thought I was crazy. However, that plan required a change when I began to raise two grandkids in 1998. I had to stay put for them to give them some stability. I can still live vicariously through my granddaughter, who is now a freshman at UMM! She is a great kid, and I am very proud of her, and of her accomplishments. her brother is now a Senior in HS, with graduation in June.
My life has changed direction many times. It is reminiscent of the time I was for a short time, taking a pencil drawing class in Minneapolis, when my three kids were little. Im was sketchy, but with ill-defined lines, or multiple fine lines, and the instructor took issue! He all but yelled in my ear, "Make a line! You're saying, It's here! It's here! It's here!" That seems to be a metaphor for my adult life. No straight cradle to the grave, committed path for me. Instead, a forward motion marked by many little "spur lines".
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