[AT] Reagan Remembered (by Patti Davis) Off topic but greatreading

Tue Jun 8 06:31:03 PDT 2004

I believe that would have been a Democrat-controlled Congress who passed the
law which bumped your retirement past 62. The President does not make laws.
He only does the final signature on laws that have passed in the House, The
Senate, and joint conferences between them both. Those legislators create
laws that the majority of people (or the majority of those who are bold
enough to ask) wish to have put in place.
Mark

----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Frank" <gremaux at tein.net>
To: "Antique tractor email discussion group" <at at lists.antique-tractor.com>
Sent: Tuesday, June 08, 2004 12:31 AM
Subject: Re: [AT] Reagan Remembered (by Patti Davis) Off topic but
greatreading

> Danny"
> I have my heroes too! I understand and I don't really think apology is
> necessary...he did do a lot of good things too ...he just screwed me out
of
> retiring at 62 is all.....but he did not do it alone either.!
>
> Frank
> gremaux at tein.net
> Central Montana
> www.angelfire.com/mt/deeregp/index.html
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Danny Tabor" <dannytabor2000 at yahoo.com>
> To: "Antique tractor email discussion group"
<at at lists.antique-tractor.com>
> Sent: Monday, June 07, 2004 9:30 PM
> Subject: Re: [AT] Reagan Remembered (by Patti Davis) Off topic but
> greatreading
>
>
> > Frank, I must apologize. I certainly didn't mean for
> > my response to cause bitterness to anybody. I will
> > keep my heroes and my conservative views to myself. At
> > least when dealing with this mailing list. Sorry again
> > for any discomfort my response may have caused.
> > Danny Tabor
> >
> >
> >
> > --- Frank <gremaux at tein.net> wrote:
> > > you might have liked him but he did me no favors on
> > > my social security
> > >
> > > maybe this is not the place for politics
> > >
> > > Frank
> > > gremaux at tein.net
> > > Central Montana
> > > www.angelfire.com/mt/deeregp/index.html
> > > ----- Original Message -----
> > > From: "Danny Tabor" <dannytabor2000 at yahoo.com>
> > > To: "Antique tractor email discussion group"
> > > <at at lists.antique-tractor.com>
> > > Sent: Monday, June 07, 2004 12:20 PM
> > > Subject: Re: [AT] Reagan Remembered (by Patti Davis)
> > > Off topic but
> > > greatreading
> > >
> > >
> > > >
> > > > --- DAVIESW739 at aol.com wrote:
> > > > > I got this off AOL today it is one of the most
> > > > > beautiful things a wayward
> > > > > daughter could say about her father.
> > > > >
> > > > > Even if  you hated Reagan please read this as it
> > > > > pertains to all of us who
> > > > > are getting  old and may face the same  fate.
> > > > >
> > > >
> > >
> > --------------------------------------------------------------------
> > > > Thanks Walt for sharing this with us. It hits home
> > > for
> > > > us young folks to. Not only because I come from a
> > > > tight knit family but also President Reagan
> > > (ray-gun)
> > > > was a childhood heroe of mine. Still is. As a
> > > young
> > > > boy I was glued to the television grasping to
> > > every
> > > > word President Reagan spoke. "President Reagan's
> > > on!!!
> > > > Don't change that channel!!!"  Thank you again.
> > > > Danny
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Reagan  Remembered
> > > > > Months Before the Ex-President's Death, His
> > > Daughter
> > > > > Shared  Memories
> > > > >
> > > > > By Patti Davis, People
> > > > >
> > > > > What was once my father's office  is now his
> > > > > bedroom. On top of the desk
> > > > > where he rested his elbows as sunlight  slanted
> > > > > through the window, where he wrote
> > > > > his last letter to America announcing  that he
> > > had
> > > > > Alzheimer's in 1994,
> > > > > bedsheets are often stacked â?" ready to be used
> > > > > for a change of the hospital bed
> > > > > where he now stays around the clock. When he is
> > > > > awake, which is not that often,
> > > > > he can gaze at the trees outside the window. The
> > > > > other day, my mother and
> > > > > the nurse who was on duty moved the bed to the
> > > open
> > > > > doorway so he could look
> > > > > into the back garden, where the sun was making
> > > > > prisms  on the leaves after a
> > > > > morning of rain. "Did he seem to notice the
> > > > > different  view?" I asked my mother.
> > > > > "I don't know," she said.
> > > > > People often ask me how  my father is doing.
> > > They
> > > > > want to know if he still
> > > > > recognizes me, if he still  recognizes any of
> > > us. It
> > > > > makes me realize that my
> > > > > mother and I have been so  protective of his
> > > > > condition since he became ill â?"
> > > > > almost a decade now â?" that it  has allowed
> > > people
> > > > > to imagine he is still talking,
> > > > > still walking, still able to  stumble into a
> > > moment
> > > > > of clarity. But it would
> > > > > be a disservice to every family  who has an
> > > > > Alzheimer's victim in their
> > > > > embrace to say any of that is true, and I  don't
> > > > > believe my father would want us to
> > > > > lie. Today, we are like many other  families who
> > > > > come to the bedside of a
> > > > > loved one and look into eyes that no  longer
> > > flicker
> > > > > with recognition. It
> > > > > rearranges your universe. It strips away
> > > everything
> > > > > but the most important truth:
> > > > > that the soul is alive, even if the  mind is
> > > > > faltering.
> > > > > My father is the only man in the house these
> > > days,
> > > > > except  for members of his
> > > > > Secret Service detail who occasionally come in.
> > > It's
> > > > > a house  of women, now â?"
> > > > > the nurses, my mother, the housekeepers. Me,
> > > when I
> > > > > am there,  which is
> > > > > often, since I live only 10 minutes away. When
> > > my
> > > > > brother Ron visits  from Seattle,
> > > > > or our older brother Michael comes over, the
> > > sound
> > > > > of a male voice  seems to
> > > > > register with my father. He lifts his eyebrows.
> > > Is
> > > > > it recognition of  his
> > > > > sons? Curiosity about this new male intruder? I
> > > > > don't know. We frequently  arrange
> > > > > dinner around his bed. In fact, it has become
> > > the
> > > > > center of the house.
> > > > > Everything radiates from that space, whether he
> > > is
> > > > > awake or asleep. It radiates
> > > > > from the man whose life is thinning to a stream,
> > > yet
> > > > > flows and follows us even
> > > > > when we drive off the property.
> > > > > In the room next to my father's, my mother  now
> > > > > sleeps in a new bed. The
> > > > > king-size bed they shared for so many years came
> > > to
> > > > > feel vast and empty to her,
> > > > > so she had it taken away and replaced by a
> > > > > queen-size bed. Less empty space
> > > > > across the mattress. Yet it's no relief from
> > > the
> > > > > loneliness of sleeping alone
> > > > > after 50 years of rolling over to the person
> > > you
> > > > > love. She still tiptoes
> > > > > across the floor if she gets up in the middle of
> > > the
> > > > >  night; her heart forgets that
> > > > > the other side of the bed is empty. I remember
> > > the
> > > > > day the larger bed was
> > > > > replaced. I remember the mark on the carpet
> > > where
> > > > > the  king-size bed once was.
> > > > > It seemed to say everything.
> > > > > Alzheimer's is a long  series of I-don't-knows.
> > > My
> > > > > father's doctor doesn't
> > > > > know how he has lived so  long with this
> > > disease,
> > > > > especially after breaking his
> > > > > hip in January 2001. I  think it's the tenacity
> > > of
> > > > > his soul â?" he just isn't
> > > > > ready to leave his reunited  family. At a
> > > certain
> > > > > point in time, it might all
> > > > > come down to this â?" life is  about learning
> > > how to
> > > > > die, how to let go and how to
> > > > > hold on to what is really  important. One thing
> > > that
> > > > > was so startling about
> > > > > the TV movie that has gotten so  much publicity
> > > is
> > > > > that it was based on years
> > > > > of our lives when my mother and I  were often at
> > > > > war. The script made use of
> > > > > things I had written at that time,  before I was
> > > > > able to put my rebelliousness
> > > > > and political stridency aside. After  reading
> > > the
> > > > > script, she said to me, "I'm
> > > > > so sorry about the way you were  portrayed." I
> > > think
> > > > > I answered, "Well, we all
> > > > > came off terribly." But the moment  was not lost
> > > on
> > > > > me. A single sentence can
> > > > > be a bridge over currents of old  history.
> > > > > My father will leave, we all know that. There
> > > will
> > > > > be many people  poring
> > > > > over his political career. There will be debates
> > > and
> > > > > discussions about  his
> > > > > Presidency. But as a family, we will be
> > > elsewhere.
> > > > > We will walk past an  empty
> > > > > room. We will be assaulted by the silence, the
> > >
> > === message truncated ===
> >
> >
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