Today marks the one-hundredth birthday of my great-aunt Maxine Smith of Newton, Kansas.
My mother flew out yesterday to celebrate this occasion with her siblings.
Maxine was one of the older relatives of mine who was very encouraging to my genealogical pursuits in my youth.
You want the hand-holding, movie outing, and bear-hugging-type dates. You’ve tried yoga, Planet Fitness, Home Owners Association meetings and you’ve even stooped so far as to rejoining bereavement groups, just for the possibility of bumping into a potential mate – and nothing. As a widow of five years, and a widow who has had my share of dating since his death, I feel I can share a thing or two about dating so I’ve developed these ten tips for the older widow to help you along the journey of dating. Please don’t feel that you have to pretend to be someone you’re not. Yes, lying about your age may give you a better chance at getting a date. Yes, you may feel youthful, sexy and carefree but, you’re lying.
You’re an empty-nester and the house is just too big (or too small) for just one person. You’ve tried blind dates, online dating, speed dating and even church. What if the relationship thrives and you both fall in love? Remember, honesty in a relationship can make or break it. Widowers may ‘get it’ long before a non-widower does.
Following his accident Thomas began to use alcohol and drugs heavily to deal with the severe pain and headaches that resulted from his injuries.
In 1969, while Velma was away attending to errands, the couple's house mysteriously caught fire. A few months after the fire that killed Thomas, a second fire engulfed the house, burning it to the ground.
You miss him dearly but you desire a husband, a mate, your .
It’s been too long without a date and you’re getting older.For people who aren't familiar with the horrors of ALS, it is a fatal neuromuscular disease that weakens voluntary muscles, eventually leaving the sufferer completely immobilized--yet the patient's mental faculties and senses remain intact.It is imprisonment in one's body, until death by suffocation.At five years old her family moved to a farm in nearby Sedgwick, Kansas.She graduated from Sedgwick High School and attended Kansas State College in Manhattan for two years, then transferred to Salt City Business College in Hutchinson.I will post a link to the description I wrote last year of my mother's experience.