It was a day much like any other day. The sky was blue the birds were chirping the children were playing at the park across the street as they did everyday at quarter after 3. It was a beautiful day. Polly Ann was the little old lady that would always come to the park and tell everyone her wonderful life stories. Anytime she would be at the park she would have a crowd around her intrigued with her words. She loved the kids, and she lived to tell them her stories.
“It was positively dreadful, I kid you not, children. I was 9 at the time. And I stood there in front of everyone, shouting at the top of my lungs how much I did not want to move to Venezuela. I think it was safe to say that my parent’s dinner party was ruined. But at 9 years of age that is the last place I wanted to live,” Polly Ann exclaimed. “So what did you do?” one of the kids interrupted. “Well, I ran away of course. What would you do?” The kids laughed in agreement. “But I didn’t join the circus like most runaways do. No, I wanted to find Glenn Miller and tour around with him. Unfortunately He lived in another state. And my two dollars didn’t go that far. Being seventy three now, I know how ridiculous that probably sounds. The circus is more logical, looking back on it now.”
Polly Ann, just wanted to bring joy the children. Stories like this were told by her daily. The past few days, however, Polly Ann was not at the park. 3:45 would rolled around, and the children would not see or hear from Polly Ann. The park was full of confusion.
Across the street, Polly Ann would be sitting at home in confusion as well. She has waken up now not knowing what to do next, not knowing what she had to look forward to for some time now. She knew that something was missing but did not know what. Everyday of her life she had something to say, but now she doesn’t know what to do with her words. Alzheimer’s had come to her with out a warning. Weeks will pass and she will not remember her daily visits to the park, she will not be able to tell her stories, she will not feel the joy she once felt by being the cause of children’s laughter. She sits on her porch everyday now, and just watches the children play. She feels a connection, but does not know what it is or what is was. Yet she found a new joy in her life, watching the children laugh and play. She does not remember how she would entertain them with her life stories. She just sits thinking about how much she appreciates the simple sound of a child’s laugh. This is one thing that will never change about Polly Ann, her love of the children’s joy.
“It was positively dreadful, I kid you not, children. I was 9 at the time. And I stood there in front of everyone, shouting at the top of my lungs how much I did not want to move to Venezuela. I think it was safe to say that my parent’s dinner party was ruined. But at 9 years of age that is the last place I wanted to live,” Polly Ann exclaimed. “So what did you do?” one of the kids interrupted. “Well, I ran away of course. What would you do?” The kids laughed in agreement. “But I didn’t join the circus like most runaways do. No, I wanted to find Glenn Miller and tour around with him. Unfortunately He lived in another state. And my two dollars didn’t go that far. Being seventy three now, I know how ridiculous that probably sounds. The circus is more logical, looking back on it now.”
Polly Ann, just wanted to bring joy the children. Stories like this were told by her daily. The past few days, however, Polly Ann was not at the park. 3:45 would rolled around, and the children would not see or hear from Polly Ann. The park was full of confusion.
Across the street, Polly Ann would be sitting at home in confusion as well. She has waken up now not knowing what to do next, not knowing what she had to look forward to for some time now. She knew that something was missing but did not know what. Everyday of her life she had something to say, but now she doesn’t know what to do with her words. Alzheimer’s had come to her with out a warning. Weeks will pass and she will not remember her daily visits to the park, she will not be able to tell her stories, she will not feel the joy she once felt by being the cause of children’s laughter. She sits on her porch everyday now, and just watches the children play. She feels a connection, but does not know what it is or what is was. Yet she found a new joy in her life, watching the children laugh and play. She does not remember how she would entertain them with her life stories. She just sits thinking about how much she appreciates the simple sound of a child’s laugh. This is one thing that will never change about Polly Ann, her love of the children’s joy.
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