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Could be a men/women topic, but perhaps lots of overlap. All six siblings got to talk a good deal at family dinner/breakfasts after Mom's funeral Mass and interment. Much deeper chats than usual, especially with great eulogy by youngest sister, highlighting humor and strength of our mother, who left us gently in mid nineties. Have been getting great cooperation in my role as executor of the estate. Oddly, it's leading to more closeness and revelations among us all. I've heard this from others, but sometimes I hear of further alienations, especially over assets, and old wounds---real or often merely perceived.

Nice MC trip to Liberal Massachusetts to chat with mom's health care staff. Hospice nurses were great. With home hospice care, and all our help, she can avoid her last dread---passing in the hospital or other sterile place. Home now and still alert. Surrounded by things she loves and family. No heroic hospital resussitive torture. Palliative care only. Grateful.

I was inspired by Imp's blog about 'I scream, you scream, we all scream for ICE CREAM' and weeks later I'm getting to actually do the blog.

My dad was born in New York City.
Like most kids, my dad had an after school job. His was making (bicycle) deliveries for a sundries/pharmacy store. I'm told after a while, he was offered a position to work inside at the fountain serving ice cream, making milk shakes, sodas and banana splits. From this job, he actually learned how to make ice cream.

War time came along and he and his buddies decided to serve their country by joining the Navy.

They asked what kind of jobs he had and his answer was "I know how to make Ice Cream" Good... they assigned him to the commissary aboard the USS Missouri where he got to see many stops in the Pacific Ocean. Ice cream on the ship was packaged in thick paper pint-size cartons shaped like 'bricks' hundreds of them.

The story told was the money they made in the Navy was invested in watches and jewelry purchased on shore leave and sold to the guys who had to stay on the boat. The profits from that bought them money to buy raw ingredients to make more ice cream. Soon they were bartering and again turning profits back into their side business. With surplus ice cream they soon sold to guys from other boats docked at the same port.

If you've seen any Navy movies or documentary, they could signal from boat to boat using a version of Morse Code and a signal light.

As 2 boats got close they would shoot a steel cable of the bow of the other boat and they would tighten it. Duffel bags were used to pass mail from boat to boat. When they learned it was the Missouri "Do you have any ice cream?" was a popular request.

My dad was on the Missouri when Japan signed a surrender with the United States. He came home with a badge mounted to a wooden plaque to signify his assignment.

Back to civilian life and my dad tried a being a business owner. Although he was in the right place at the right time, that wasn't his calling in life. Long hours for a guy starting a family was too much for him. He had a sundries store across from a school and bought a new style machine that could make soft serve ice cream. Something different from scooping hard ice cream out of gallon tubs. He had 2 flavors. Vanilla and Chocolate.

His only competition at the time was a guy across town who only had soft serve in one flavor... Vanilla.

I'm told my father sold the business and went to work for someone.

Oh, that guy across town was Tom Carvel.

Met two of my kids few yrs ago after twenty yrs girl friend I'm guessing had them taken from her not long after we separated 1993 and wasn't told then in 1995 all three were adopted two to one family and the other to another family and then the g friend continued to live on there support from my disabilites until 2003 family services knew as well as a visiting homemaker but they kept silent and nobody told me till my daughter did few yrs ago.and my family if they contacted them they probably lied saying they had no idea where I was and that's my family for you
Tired of everything wrong happening as recently two years ago my landlord wouldn't repair the furnace during beginning of spring still cold at pm hours and I ended up in a hospital for five weeks /pneumia the basturd did nothing but lie after I filed Complaints another long story..

This wasnt common at all in my generation very rare myself as a example by Jr high it was a miserable era bullied sometimes everyday beat up or threatened,in wasnt so smart then depression was the root of my failing grades throughout and zero emotional support by family was zero yet I kept trying had alot of hobbies and outdoor sports I later dropped out of high school the dean wouldn't allow me half day classes for employment so I went to night school till I was legal age to quite and continued many years working at least till the early 1980s economy went bad then back for a ged and tec schooling ,as for the kids nowadays I think perhaps there pushed into more maturity of stress then they can handle and no emotional support when it's needed as in bullying

Now enough with searching.. I really wanna get married and start a family.
Anyone who got succeeded here?

Stated in an earlier blog, my associate left town to be with his daughter in her final days. I received a text from a coworker the woman lost her battle and passed away this afternoon.

Death didn't come swiftly as she suffered for months receiving treatments, but it wasn't enough to stop the disease.
I'm rarely at a loss for words when blogging, today being the exception.

An associate of mine lost a daughter to cancer. He is about to lose another one. Nearly each month he would fly out of town to visit and check on her condition. His last weekend visit ended up being 2 weeks as her condition had worsened. Not responding to treatment, he returned with news she had less than a month to live. That was Monday and what doctors said/predicted would be about a month is now updated to a few days.

He's flying out tomorrow to be with her.

During his absence, I've been following his projects (we are in the kitchen remodeling business) and staying late when possible to see the work gets done. My thoughts are to work Saturday and Sunday so I don't fall behind in my obligations.

As they say "It is what it is."
Things will eventually get done.

For everyone in the office and all of his clients who know his situation, are hearts are heavy.

Wonder if some scummy violent home invaiding repeat criminal perp should worry more about one sex or the other when breaking into a home, occupied by an elderly resident, armed to the teeth, and knowing how to use it. Hint--It's a loving parent ---or grand parent, with kids visiting.

In my years of planning, deciding and figuring out
the best for my boys alone.
I came to realised that it's nothing even I knew it's so hard being mom and dad.
Why I said so...
Because being a mom is the unselfish role we can be
to our children. This is the whole package we can
take it with us dear moms....so CARRY ON YOU ARE DOING GREAT
JOB...