Ray B. Rogers

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Happy Birthday To Me!

I am celebrating my 92nd birthday. I’ve waited a long while for this occasion, meanwhile leaving many friends and classmates behind.

Us old folks like to talk about our aches and pains. My pacemaker battery was (more…)

On Walkabout

Bradford and I just got back from a good vacation down to Gulfport, Florida. Bradford’s boat is stored nearby, so he worked on the boat while I stayed at a place called Sea Breeze Manor Inn. It is adjoined by an outdoor café, where we ate a lot, looking out over the bay, usually with a good breeze. We only ate two meals (more…)

Free At Last!

Tuesday, May 4th, I celebrated(?) living at The Mansions Independent Living for two years. I have joked a lot about living in “The Birmingham Jail” when the pandemic had us locked down. The dining room was closed and meals were brought to our apartments instead.

When I came here in 2019, I sang in our chorus, and we put on programs for Christmas and other events. Most activities were shut down when face masks became the dress of the day, along with six-foot distancing. Family and friends had to meet us outside and stay apart, no hugs or touching.

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Lockdown

Yesterday, I received a letter from my sister Jane. It was an envelope with a “forever” stamp (you remember those) on it. There were a couple of poems enclosed. The first two lines of one I quote, “It’s dismal rainy cold and dreary, It’s been a long time since I felt so weary.”

This came from the pen of someone who always gives you a smile and says something pleasant. Jane is on lockdown in Columbia, MO. at a senior facility named Lenoir, a really nice upscale place. 

I’m not worried about her for (more…)

The Little Procedure at St. Mary’s

For years, Dr. Boxer was surprised that the cataract in my right eye had not matured enough to require removal. But here I am with nine decades behind me lying in this 6’ x 10’ little stall waiting for Dr. Demarco to do the cataract procedure.

Two nurses asked me “Why are you here?” I told the first one “I thought you knew.” Of course they were just verifying that we were all on the same page so that they didn’t do something drastic like cutting off the wrong leg.  (more…)

Adios Amigos

As I stand on deck number two of my Deck House—so called because it has six decks and a dock rising above spring-fed Lake Rockdale—I am thinking of the nine decades that I have put behind me. (more…)

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