Merry Christmas 2021

Hello my my dear friends,

         I hope you are well and able to enjoy Christmas in spite of this Covid-19 thing. I am definitely doing much better than I was during half of this year.

          For me January to mid April were fairly normal, but in the middle of April I tried lifting heavy bricks to raise the height of my fire pit only to discover that was not a good idea. From that point on I was either going somewhere in an ambulance or keeping a bed in Canmore Hospital warm, and finally having to trade a mountain view for amazing sun rises in Cochrane in the assisted living manor Hawthorne where I receive so much pampering that it almost blows my mind.

          This has been a very difficult period of my life. I had to sell my van and my house and give up driving. Fortunately my brother Phill proved he has a heart of gold when I told him to go off and live his life with his wife and not be saddled with a crippled old woman. (I am 14.5 years older than him). He ignored me and continued to fetch and carry between my house, his place, and even driving me here and there. When he had to have triple by-pass heart surgery there wasn’t much I could do for him. I tried. He is doing well heart-wise, but now is awaiting knee replacement surgery.

          I also discovered there are other friends with huge hearts of gold. There is Marguerite who made me a gorgeous quilt. It isn’t just me who enjoys the quilt, but the women who make my bed every day enjoy it as well. If I ever get my computer hooked up properly I’ll send you a photo. Then there are the amazing friends, 20 or more, who ran my yard sale to get rid of my household stuff when I was unable to do so. Vern was an awesome leader in this regard. While I was languishing in Cochrane, Vern had a crew working like beavers at my house; such as Clarence setting up posters and convincing the local paper to run advertising even though they don’t do that any more. Some dads brought their little kids, some little kids brought their money and named their houseplants they bought Ruthie.

          After 4 months in Hawthorne I took a taxi to a church and came home with a friend who now takes me to church every week.

          Brother Phill, of the big heart, who with his wife spend their winters in the southern U.S.A. has come up with the idea of using Zoom to keep eight out of nine Oltmann siblings connected on a monthly basis. Something that came out of Covid-19. Only one Oltmann sibling isn’t in the computer age.

          For all of you who wondered what happened to Ruthie this gives you a bit of an idea. When I was in hospital I had no way of getting in touch with my friends. I had a cheap little flip cell phone, but no phone list. Hopefully Boxing Day will change that.

                             Much love to you and Merry Christmas,

                                                         Ruthie

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