Life at Becky’s House

by Evelyn Huntsley

We just finished lunch, a turkey sandwich. Becky and her nephew were here with wife and baby. The baby is not very old. Like around Christmas she was born. Very nice looking baby. Becky was so happy they stopped here.

I received the nicest Bible but I can’t read. The print is too small. Tuesday I have a doctor’s appointment and I need a haircut. Seems there is always something.

Guess no mail tomorrow. That’s what I heard from Becky telling someone, so I guess there is not big hurry on this. I wish I could read this Bible. It’s looking new but the print is too small for me.

I have had breakfast. I can’t see much today. I can’t tell if the snow has stopped or not. It snowed a bit yesterday. I can’t finish this until I know what is going on. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. My hair is really a mess. I don’t want to go out. My eyes are still really bad. I have two pages to go from Becky. I’ll see what Becky says.

Saturday

It looks so nice out, and they tell me it is very nice. I’m feeling better. I guess the worst of my cold is over, but I’m still hacking and coughing. I believe I’ll never get over it. At least it doesn’t bother me much at night. There seems to be something in my throat I can’t remove. I got rid of a bunch of paperwork this morning. That’s a joy. I bit my tongue real hard. It did hurt. Guess I’ll have to quit it It looks very nice outside.

Thank you Nancy from Marcell. Notes like that keep me going. It’s great to know someone is reading my efforts. It looks terrible. I’m shocked when I do take the time to check out what’s going on with me.

I still have the cough. Don’t think I’ll ever get over it. I told Tom off at noon. Just can’t stand two or three people telling me what to do.

Tom has gone to see how the farm is. That would really worry me. But they’ll have shelter and plenty of food.

The weather will be like this another four days.

Becky came to help me. So Sadie went out in the snow and Rosie went down to the end of the driveway a long way. Deb was back here by 1 p.m.

It was 20 below this morning, a wonder if cars got started. They weren’t in a garage. It’s supposed to be warmer in the garage. My last holiday here I wondered what it would be like. Becky made delicious pies. Apple and pumpkin, same as my mother, and turkey several times. You don’t feel left out of your adult days and you go to your family’s and there the pills are lined up and I don’t care anymore. I don’t know how I got on this subject! Oh, I made all the pies until I wasn’t able to.

I’m starting an article right from Becky’s. Don’t know if anyone can read it. I know Becky was to see a reporter at eleven. I think that should be over. This is a hard am for me. This is a hard one for me. Is that the reason only a short one has been in lately. I get so much fan mail but a lot of it is from people I don’t know. Maybe I’d better be more careful who I write about as plain I can leave peoples names out. I promise I’ll do that. A couple people here don’t feel well with all the snow, we all should be well. Snow years ago covered up the germs. If Becky don’t find me sitting in my chair. I suppose I should be. The forecast said more snow Friday for our area. But we can’t tell.

I have really been disappointed there was only a small amount of new snow. I think Duluth is getting more than us this far south, you never can tell.

I hope this can be read. The article in the paper is getting smaller. Maybe because I find less to write about. It is very quiet around here. I don’t go out shopping anymore. It’s too hard with me getting out.

I’ll try to come up with more news. Nicole, maybe you’ll have something for me. I need a haircut real bad, but how am I going to get it? No one admits to being capable of trimming hair. So many are afraid to try it. When I was a kid we had a neighbor who could whack our hair off. It’s so hard for me to get to Marcell to get anything done. Remember I’m an old woman, so you can’t expect much. We are supposed to get a storm but it doesn’t look like it, but it is cold. I was the only one in the shower today but all went well. I felt bad when I was told the adult Day Stay had closed. But I guess attendance was too small. When I went sometimes there would be only Angel Olson and she soon got too weak to visit and she passed away. I still miss her. She was one of my best friends. She and Sandi. I’ll always miss both of them.

Guess I’d better quit.

Love, Evelyn Huntsley

Becky’s House is an adult foster care service provided by Becky Newman Trudell. If you wish to send Evelyn a note, mail to: Evelyn Huntsley, 33721 Co. Rd. 143, Deer River 56636. Any correspondence would be welcome.