At work, we are encouraged to talk with our residents about their lives. The latest note is to talk to them about spring and summer -- to help them to know the season. Also, having them reminisse about what they used to do helps us know how to help them be more at home. The idea is that we are their friends, not just care-givers.
At supper this evening, I was asking one of my ladies about summer and what she did. She didn't have much to say, so I told her about the swing Daddy made for us.
He got 2 telephone poles -- they seems to be about 40 feet long! (my guess now is that they were about 10 feet) Then he connected them with a 4x4 beam with the swing bolted into it with heavy chain and a swing seat of rubber. He dug 2 deep holes in the back yard to plant the swing. When he dug the holes, there was water in the bottoms of them. It seemed to be an underground stream. I wanted to look closer, but I wasn't allowed to. I think I was about 3 or 4 years old.
That was the biggest swing in the neighborhood! It stood until I was in my 20's! Daddy also used it for his pulleys for pulling engines when he worked on cars. I wonder today if that was his main intent and the swing was for us when he wasn't working on the cars?
Daddy was great. I was sure he could do anything!
Telling my lady about the swing and the water in the holes helped her recall her early years and the well at the farm. She said that water was the best, and always cold.