Dad had dementia and Parkinson's, but lived to be 89. He coped by playing dominoes and 42. Dad lived with me for 9 years. My husband referred to my Dad as "God's Grindstone." We played dominoes, lots of dominoes, and learned to keep up with the moving target that is dementia and caregiving.
My family was a great one for taking photos, and my mother, God rest her, would have been a great research librarian. Mom kept up a series of photo albums, in which she organized batches of photos, carefully dated and captioned. Today, with Dad's memory fading away because of dementia, those old albums are our gateway to his past.
Here are some stories to go along with some of Dad's Vintage Memories: