Subtitle: Or, Reporting Live from Our Last Resort
This is the last memoir of John Gould, a long time columnist for the Christian Science Monitor and an author of over 50 books. He and his wife moved from their family farm in Maine to an assisted living facility the last years of their lives. He tells of their experiences with his typical humor and dry wit. He's funny sharing his struggles with the administration to fix simple things, like getting his window open or getting the soup served hot. It's a poignant revelation on how we give up more as we age and are in the care of others.
Some passages I enjoyed:
[When telling about being a boy on his Grandpa's farm] At that time I didn't realize that I was learning about getting to be old. Grampie was old. And I was new.
What nurses do, and the care and the attention they provide, are might important. For in the short run, which is the run we have, kindess and peace of mind will prove to be the one comfort that counts.
As seems to be the pattern lately, I found I'd read this book back in 2005, although in my defense it was before I had brain surgery so maybe it was wiped from my memory! John Gould passed away in 2003 at the age of 94.
Published: 2000 Read: October 2013 Genre: Memoir