Waxed Fruit

As an emergency on call caregiver a few years ago in the Chicagoland area, it is usually the same in most homes and maybe that is why their retirement fund allows for home health care regardless of a failing economy. The same waxed fruit on the table is in the same pristine condition as it was forty years ago.

I sit now in a sixties living room with some early 1970’s touches, upholstered chairs at one time may have been covered in plastic. They are the original fabric. The tweed sofa without sagging cushions is comfortable with an occasional throw pillow that adds modern touches to the antique design. Yes, even the seventies are considered antique. Though the magazines displayed on the original coffee table do scream out the present date and time so you can always look closely at them to realize where you are.

Wall photos also reflect the era, the faded color tinged with yellow from the 1950’s but the favorite family photo taken by a professional studio long ago always can be located somewhere in the room. Great grandchildren do throw us off as they dress new frames neatly scattered on shelves and mantels.

Kitchen appliances, however, had always been replaced though the original cabinets in many were still in tack with a fresh coat of paint. The canister set and cookie jar brings back the memories of a Baby Boomers childhood. Refrigerators were decorated the same with a collection of grandparent magnets that represented the milennium or shortly before. Magnets representing the file of life, God bless Grandma or Kyles chocolate cookie extensively covered the enamel surface.

Its like that in many, one that displayed an identical French provincial bedroom set from the 1960’s that every young girl, like myself, wanted. Canopy beds and french phones dressed the bedrooms; still feminine and elegant. How fun to come and relive memories of grace at Grandmas house.

This generation took care; never taking anything for granted. Many, like my own parents, bought the best at the Merchandise Mart because this was too last a lifetime. And it did. Some houses still have the plastic on the furniture to protect and maintain. They didn’t believe in a nano second society where the newest, best phone was better and everything could be replaced.

After making breakfast at one home this morning, Robert, 95, retires to the living room after placing a record on the turntable situated neatly in the stereo cabinet, the sound of true high fidelity like no other CD. It was Glenn Miller, my mother’s favorite, as Robert moved to his prescribed exercises after suffering a stroke.

But after slowing his leg and arm lifts, we finalize his session with the accompaniment of  To Each His Own by Al Martino, a dream must be a dream for two, to each his own and I’ve found my own, One and only you.

Vividly, the flash on many New Years Eve awakens me when Mom and Dad danced closely to the same song as I watched. The RCA Victor playing in the background……. just like today.

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