Returning to Level 3 next week is not going to be much different for those over 70 except peace of mind that as a nation we can start to move forward. Many of us have tried to be positive and patient trying not to be a burden on friends and family who are struggling to cope with the financial problems, as well as having children at home 24/7, and juggling working from home.
The extra work keeping an eye on the elderly in their care, either within their bubble or just down the road in isolation, has added to the current challenge. We certainly appreciated the work of those who have made it possible for the elderly to receive their groceries and medications.
There are many different scenarios that we must take in to account during this isolation period, for example, looking after older citizens from afar that also have medical needs.
Here in Raglan the older groups have rallied round each other, within the lockdown rules, and kept regular telephone contact with their friends. Lots have taken advantage of our beautiful river and beach walks and enjoyed the empty roads to cycle along.
One of the frustrating aspects is that older people often don’t have internet access. Many with computers and cell phones, have found connecting on Skype and Facebook daunting, especially if there is no one by your side to guide you through the process. Even those with reasonable computer skills have found it difficult to reach the amazing Zoom video meeting programmes, and it is sometimes ‘hit and miss’ as to whether a person gets to the meeting or not!
My admiration has to go to those enterprising individuals who have successfully organised Zoom meetings during the last few weeks and enabled distant socialising, singing and dance programmes and craft activities. Few had heard of such innovations until a few weeks ago.
In 1914 in the UK my Grandfather tried several times to join the armed forces but was told at just five feet tall he was too short.
“Come back when you have grown up,ˮ was the sarcastic remark from the recruiting officer. He did three times!
Eventually he used his engineering skills to build submarines. In 1939 he was too old to join up and he built machinery needed on the home front. He was also a One Man Dad’s Army.
My Dad joined the Air Force. His sweetheart, my Mum, was refused entry into any of the armed forces because at four foot nine inches she was considered too short, and had to stay at home. The company where she worked as a secretary closed down. She was given the job of making parachutes, without protection from the chemicals used, it was not a pleasant job. During her time off she worked along side her Dad (my Grandfather) and dug up the lawn and planted vegetables to help feed his family including his elderly parents. The surplus produce was distributed amongst the neighbours and soldiers wives and children.
Lest We Forget
My Mum shares her 100th birthday with ANZAC Day. She may be small in stature but her heart is strong and being grounded has sometimes been for the best. Play your part and stay at home. DIG FOR VICTORY
Pauline Abrahams Stay Safe