Archive for June, 2014

Ida Godbold – 100 Years and Counting!

Ida Godbold  paperback coverThis book is about my Grandma Godbold and was written for her 100th birthday.

It doesn’t matter who you talk to, everyone thinks their generation was the best,and even those who experienced tremendous hardships recall mostly the good bits.

My Grandma is no exception.

Whilst she’s survived two world wars and been surrounded by lots of death, endured years of hard work without the modern conveniences we now take for granted, she still maintains she’s probably seen the best in mankind.

She’s helped bring babies into the world, and washed and lain dead people out, something common for many people of her generation.Buy Now

She comes from an era when people were strong, resilient and didn’t just care about material things, but friends and neighbours too. They were proud, independent and hard working. They didn’t rely on handouts, didn’t think the world owed them any favours and when things were broke, they fixed them.

That went for relationships as well as “stuff”, and it’s a philosophy many of us would do well to adopt.

This is the story of my Grandma Godbold, and is based on the conversations we’ve had together over the years. Whilst it will be of most interest to her family, Ida Godbod, is a remarkable woman in my opinion.

She’s part of my history.

Indeed, but for her I wouldn’t be here to tell this tale, and you wouldn’t be reading this blog post!

 

 

 

 

The GVO Story

Again it’s a true story, but this time it’s about something completely different from autism and mercury poisoning… …or is it?

ActuaTheGVOStorylly, The GVO Story is about Joel Therien, who is now the CEO of several multi-million dollar companies, and the reason I wrote it is because I’ve actually met and interviewed him.

Amazingly it was the search for a cure for a mysterious debilitating health problem that led Joel to the internet.

The GVO Story covers Joel’s battle with aspartame poisoning, and how he eventually regained his health, and go on to develop amazingly powerful and affordable online tools , services, and business oppoBuy Nowrtunities.

His unique online webhosting and marketing solution, as well as his healthy lifestyle program, are changing the lives of people all around the globe.

His story is both interesting and inspiring- at least I think so!

Both the paperback book and Kindle version are available on Amazon , and if you ever read them and feel inspired , please go back and leave an honest review.

 Thanks so much.

By the way,  the book is also now available on Smashwords , and if you’d like to listen to my interview with Joel Therien, the CEO of GVO, please visit  JeanShawInterviews.com

Crabby Old Man – Please Share This Poem!

Last night I went to see the film Quartet.   It’s about a home for retired musicians and was funny and sad.  It’s also very true, because we all age and there’s nothing we can do about it.

Unfortunately, when people get old, often they’re treated differently.

They say life is for the young, and it does seem when you get to a certain age, you do become invisible or a nuisance.

As long as you’re active and have your mind it’s okay, but beware when things start to break down.

It’s a real concern.

Anyway, Crabby Old Man  is an absolutely beautiful poem, which I do hope you’ll share.

I received it in an e-mail so I cannot verify the story, but apparently when an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte, Nebraska, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.   One nurse took her copy to Missouri.

The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.

CRABBY OLD MAN

What do you see nurses? – What do you see?
What are you thinking.- when you’re looking at me?
A crabby old man – not very wise,
Uncertain of habit – with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food – . and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice – ‘I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice – the things that you do.
And forever is losing – A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not – lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding – The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking? – Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse -. you’re not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am – . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding – . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten – . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters – who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen – . with wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now – a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty – my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows – that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now – I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide – And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty – My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other – With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons – have grown and are gone,
But my woman’s beside me – to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children – My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me – my wife is now dead.
I look at the future – shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing – young of their own.
And I think of the years – and the love that I’ve known.

I’m now an old man – and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age .-look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles – grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone – where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass – a young guy still dwells,
And now and again – my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys – I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living – life over again.

I think of the years, all too few – gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact – that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people – open and see.
Not a crabby old man – Look closer – see ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!

PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM

The best and most beautiful things of this world can’t be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart.