Titia is interested in photography, poetry, family, art, dogs, cats, insects, wildlife, history, war, camping, writing, and the environment.
Her Lifetime Motto Was: "I Want to Be Happy, Even When I'm Sad"
A good motto I think and I've tried to make it my own, which is not always an easy task to accomplish.
Anyway I love to write poems to and about mom, they come straight from my heart. I wrote Happy Birthday poems for my mom, I love you mom poems and many more, they're poems from a daughter to her mom. Her given name is Geertje Meijst, but when she was a little girl, her dad used to call her 'my little mouse' (in Dutch: kleine muis) and that name stayed with her all her life. She changed the writing to Muys, same pronunciation as 'Muis', but it's a bit more distinguished.
Born in nineteenhundredeleven, you can spot her at age ten,
pretty girl with ribbons in her hair, 'little Mouse' she was called then.
A bit older she took up nursing, she was devoted as they say.
Most enjoyed the little babies, cared for people in her own way.
Married to the man she loved, sharing happiness and sorrow,
she was an optimistic woman, always heading for tomorrow.
Raising us through war she did, while my father was send away,
after us three she got a fourth, it died at birth, not meant to stay.
Last month she whispered softly: "I'm so old but still feel this pain"
and even though she did not live, Saskia was this baby's name.
She made tapestries on the wall, created puppets and did paint,
she was a very busy woman, very lovable but sure no saint.
When I worked on the computer, she always watched me, wondering,
if she could learn it at her age, to comprehend this modern thing.
I said "well why don't you try it", so she really started computering
and to my own asthonishment, she didn't need much tutoring.
In a few weeks she will be ninety, writing the tales she told in passed time
and her greatgrandchildren will read about the adventures of a little dime.
My Mom Broke Her Neck in 1983. She Recovered Completely
In the Summer of 1983 my mom was driving to our house and got hit by another car and landed in a deep ditch. She wasn't unconscious and knew immediately that there was something wrong with her neck (She had been a nurse for a long time). They brought her to the hospital in Bruges (Belgium) because that hospital had the expertise to deal with this kind of injury. A long story short: she has been in plaster from her lips to her breasts with traction of 7 kilo's on her head to keep her neck in its place for four months. She spends 7 months in total in the hospital and was the second person in the history of that hospital who recovered completely.
Sad thing was that shortly after her recovery, my dad got sick and died in August 1984.
She Was Ninety and Time Was Too Short
You won't believe it, or maybe you will,
but my mother has mastered computer skill.
She's writing letters and stories so nice
and unexpected, with little advice.
She bought a new one, with Windows XP
and got an account for internet free.
You know she is ninety and keen as hell,
she wants to send emails, that I can tell.
Getting connected is taking some time,
I'm telling you all in this little rhyme.
She called the company, told them the truth,
to get off their butts and lay off the booze.
That she was ninety and time was too short,
for waiting too long, that she got real bored.
That she could be dead tomorrow or ever,
she wanted internet, now or never.
The man, he promised to do what he could,
he would tell his men, yes indeed he would.
So now she sits there, waiting at home,
till she has email and internet to roam.
Opening the Internet World at the Age of 90
At the age of 90 years, my mom attended a computer course for the elderly, passed her exam and bought a computer. She didn't want that area pass her by without her knowing about it. So for her 90th Birthday we bought her a computer desk chair. She emailed me:
It is the truth, the world has opened herself to me
and I can speak to everybody who has a computer.
Born in nineteenhundredeleven,
I have seen the most wonderful things.
Every morning I wake up and I am delighted.
As a new day arrives, I look in the mirror
with my sleepy eyes and smile.
Yes I have another beautiful day to live.
Thank You dear God, thank You.
My Angel Gods
My Angel Gods protects me,
she is always there
when I'm driving my car.
I talk to her, I hear her voice:
"You can't dream now", she said,
"Look over your shoulder"
I am happy she's there,
thank you dear Angel Gods,
you have saved me again.
A table set for one,
that's loneliness in full,
but with a walkman
on my head,
I suddenly don't feel that bad.
The Miracle of Life
Every day I think about the mystery of life.
I see my Dad, I see my Mom, on pictures near my bed.
My friends are falling like the trees,
I lose them one by one.
The undertaker I know well, I see him every time,
when I attend the funerals of friends I mentioned in this rhyme.
I say: "Hello, I'm here again", he says: "You should be glad",
but the only things that will be left, are the pictures near my bed.
Then there are the memories of two I hold so dear,
the man who loved me all his life and the little girl I've lost.
My heart is fluttering all around when I think of those two.
The mystery of life I guess, will always play its peek-a-booh.
It's Time to Let You Know I Love You Mom
My Mom Bought a New Car in 2002 - at the Age of 91
She Drove Her Own Car Until She Was 95
My mom was always the one who drove the car. My father got his license, but he didn't like driving and honestly, he was actually a red peril on the road. For many years they've spend their holidays in the South of France, first camping in a tent, later on they bought a caravan. My dad died in 1984 and I think my mom was in her late 80s, when she made a last trip to that camping place all by herself. I told her to take it easy and stay overnight somewhere, but I could have talked to a wall, because she phoned me that same night around midnight that she had arrived and already ate her diner. Years later she told us that she had gotten lost in the mountains in the dark and that she had been scared to death at that moment.
My Mommy Muys at the Age of 94
My mom is not an old lady,
she is as busy as a bee,
driving her car to visit her friends,
playing bridge and drinking tea.
My mom is not an old lady,
she keeps her mind up to date,
reading books and watching TV,
staying up sometimes too late.
My mom is not an old lady,
she started to explore the PC,
she is roaming through the Internet,
and mailing her stories to me.
My mom is not an old lady,
she loves to go out to dine,
but as she has to drive herself,
she won't drink too much wine.
My mom is not an old lady,
not always easy, yet very dear,
she has a great sense of humor
and will be ninety four this year.
Happy Birthday Mom, You're 95 Now - Throwing a Little Birthday Party
Marie Cecile Moerdijk - My Mom's Dear Friend
Marie Cecile Moerdijk is a Dutch Folksinger. Back in the 1950s Marie Cecile lived with her husband in the street next to our street in the city Eindhoven in Holland and they became friends with my parents. Marie Cecile and my mom has been friends ever since.
Her songs were mostly in Dutch, but I found this beautiful performance of the New World Theme: Going Home by Marie-Cécile Moerdijk.
Mom Traded Her Car in for an Invalid Electric Scooter
In December 2006, just before Christmas, when my mom was 95, she fell in her room and injured a dorsal vertebra, got operated and recovered, but that was the moment she decided to stop driving her own car and switch to an invalid scooter. For many years after she regretted that decision, but I think it was just the right moment.
She Danced Through Life
She danced through life, my Mom of ninety five,
although the music changed from time to time.
She never stopped to be a caring Mom and wife,
dark moments made her write her words in rhyme.
She is very much alive, my Mom of ninety five,
gave birth to four but only could raise three,
unbearable for a Mom, as well as for a wife,
the last one was stillborn, her life not meant to be.
She made us all survive, my Mom of ninety five,
though War time, was dancing on a different tune.
Cared for a Jewish girl, my dad submerged to save his life,
death marches played too often, in tearful light of moon.
My Mom of ninety five brought happiness to lives,
although her steps of dance are slowing down a bit.
Her memory will last when her final dance arrives,
I hope that I've inherited, her humor and her wit.
France Is Only 1,5 Hour Drive from Where We Live
From where my mom lives, it's only 1,5 hour by car to cross Belgium and reach the French border. We often took our trips there because it's a beautiful scenery and lovely small villages. If the weather was nice, we sat on the terrace and watch the people go by, while drinking coffee and hot chocolate with cream (of course!).
We only took the small country roads, using the map of my navigator as guidance, because then we didn't have to speed up so much and we could enjoy the country side.
The Sun Was a Bit Too Bright at Lunch
I Love You Dear Mom - 98th Birthday
How long will it take to write you a rhyme,
in which I'm saying "I love you, dear Mom".
If I should wait, I could run out of time,
surprised by the moment when Death will come.
Don't know if I've told you those words enough,
how long will it take to write you a rhyme.
I could take my chance in calling Death bluff,
if I should wait, I could run out of time.
Will you be thrilled by a letter from me,
in which I'm saying "I love you, dear Mom"?
I'll write it right now, then I'll never be,
surprised by the moment when Death will come.
Written in RenRhyme
Getting Old Is Not the Problem, Being Old Sometimes Needs a Bit of Adjustment
Sometimes it's good to read the books about getting old, because we're all getting old whether we want to or not. Aging is a process none of us can stop or control. Ever so often our mind is not in compliance with our physical age. Although I know people with whom it's the other way around.
My mom has always been young in spirit. She took great interest in what was going on in the world, she read books on the discovery of the universe and she was a great nature lover up till the end that she was physical not able anymore to drive her invalid scooter.
Nines Curtal Sonnet - a Curtal Sonnet with a Little Twist
She's my Mom, not perfect Angel like,
but with humor far beyond my laughs.
Comforting when fallen from my bike,
showed that one, could also be two halves.
Ninety nine, still drives her scootmobile,
gestures show we sometimes are alike.
Her mind? Slipping bits of memory.
Silent wish with every falling star,
when time's there, her humor stays with me.
More about the Curtal Sonnet
Happy Birthday Mom, You're 99 Now
A Special Birthday Celebration
Due to severe illness of both my brothers in law, my sisters hadn't seen my mom in a long time. My mom's health was not in a state that I could take her on a long trip in my van and stay in a hotel.
Then I heard from a friend about a special ambulance service, set up by a male ambulance nurse to help old and/or terminal ill people to fulfill a last wish. It's called Ambulance Wish.
I contacted them and told them about my mom's wish to celebrate her 99th birthday with all her kids and family near where my sisters live, so they could come too. I wasn't sure if she would qualify, because she was old, but not terminal ill, but they accepted her wish. They have this special equipped ambulance and there are always two trained volunteers and they do this all for free. They depend on the donations and gifts they get. I have lots of respect for these people.
I arranged a lunch in a restaurant 3 hours drive from my mom's home and close to both my sisters' homes. It was situated in the woods, it had an old fashioned children's playground and a mini zoo (fun for the little ones). They had to drive two hours to get to my mom's house and they picked her up at about 10.00am and our eldest daughter Iske May was accompanying my mom. Then they drove for three hours to the restaurant, they stayed all day with us and in the late afternoon they brought my mom home again and then had to drive two hours back to their own homes.
Photos of My Mom's 99th Birthday
In October 2010 my mom fell again and injured another dorsal vertebra and got operated again. It took a bit longer to recover this time.
Her Body Aging, Her Spirit Young
My Mom and Our Two Girls
My Mom Getting an Interview in 2011
Getting Her Life Story in a Book
It appears that there are more people of 100+ living in our province then in any other province in The Netherlands and a journalist came up with the idea of making a book about that. So they're going to interview all who are still sound in mind, to write their stories down and put them all together. Don't know if she will live long enough to see the actual book, but at least she will keep living through the book.
I don't think she will be driving her invalid scooter this summer anymore, because walking around is getting harder and harder. Her world is getting smaller and smaller, but she still enjoys life. I truly hope she will be there on August 24, to reach her milestone of 100 years, a whole century in which she participated in her own way. If she does we'll have a party.
Her physical abilities are decreasing, she has arthritis in her hands. That's why she's wearing gloves and that's why she can't work on the computer anymore. She used to get cortisone injections every six months.
Update on my Mom
My mom is in the hospital
May 7, 2011
My mom is still in the hospital, but a good thing is that she doesn't need another operation. They will get her an overall check up and most likely she's allowed to go home again in the next week.
July 1, 2011
My mom got all depressed in the hospital, due to having to do nothing else but sitting in a chair all day. She couldn't look out the window, she couldn't watch the telly (the other patients didn't want it on) and so the idea popped into her head that getting 100 years old wasn't as enjoyable as she thought. I took her home to be in her own enviremont again, but the idea stayed. She has lost her fighting spirit, she hardly eats her meals and she just wants it to be over and done with. I can understand why she's feeling this way. She always loved her independence and she lost that too when walking around got too risky. She's confined to her bed and she doesn't like it.
August 11, 2011
My Mom is doing well according to the circumstances. She doesn't eat very much anymore and she can't walk by herself, but she's still there and it seems she's going to reach her birthday after all.
Your New Great Grandson
Named After Dad: Synco Schram De Jong
Your new great grandson Synco was born on June 3, 2011 and came to visit you when he was six weeks old, only to fall asleep on your chest.
He was named after the love of your life, my dad and as his mother had taken on our last name many years ago, we now have another Synco Schram de Jong in the family. Let's hope he'll inherit the artistic skills of his great granddad.
The Newspaper Photographer
The photographer came to take your picture for the newspaper, a journalist came to write a little story. The mayor came to congratulate you. You got a letter from the Dutch Queen, from the government who pays your pension (who also send you flowers), from the commissioner of the Province. People of your church came to visit and other friends you've known. You got a load of Birthday cards from all over the world and so many flowers that we had to take some home with us.
A Colorful Decoration 4 X 5 X 5 = 100
I was afraid that if I wrote you a poem before you actually turned 100 years old, you wouldn't make it, so I waited. But you made it!!! so now it was time for me to write you a birthday poem and you know what? Each time I started, the words didn't come and I got easily distracted by other things. Why? I don't know. Maybe I'm still a bit afraid, who knows.
Today you are a celebrity,
you lived a whole darn century,
this is the privilege of few.
"Nobody Lives Forever" You Said
You made it Mommy Muys, it's been a century today,
one hundred years have passed, you lived them your own way.
Taking care of other people, was written in your heart.
It was your natural gesture, never expected a reward.
You loved the beauty of nature, always counting the colors green,
that she provided on our trips, most colors green I've ever seen.
Your world has become quite small, you can't walk by yourself anymore.
Your quality of life has lost its glare, can't do the things you so adore.
For me, you said, it's been enough, I've lived my life of love,
this small world doesn't suit me well, you told your God above.
Let's hope he'll answer your prayers, by giving you permission one day,
to climb the lightened stairs to Heaven and welcome you to stay.
Cityhall Said: Mom Needed a New Id Card
Januari 26, 2012
Last week she got a letter from the Town hall that she needed a new ID card. I took the phone and asked the lady if that was really necessary, because my mom was over 100 years and going nowhere anymore, but she said it had to be done and that she was coming over, because she needed a digital finger print. Well we made an appointment, because I had to be there too to open the door. The lady came and after testing all of my Mom's fingers, she still got no print at all.
On that my Mom commented:
'Well dear lady, what did you expect from 100 year old fingers? I used them a lot and now, after so many years, they're smooth like an ale's skin'.
I almost fell of my chair from laughing and the result was that my mom now has a new ID card without a finger print.
Your Own Book
I finally finished the book 100 jaar Muys (100 year Muys) as a remembrance of my Mom's 100th Birthday on August 24, 2011. I scanned the old photo albums and all the cards she got. Put in the poems I wrote to her in past years. Muys is pronounced the same as muis, which means mouse in English. Her father called her 'my little mouse' when she was a tiny, little girl.
I Made a Book for My Mom - a Fine Memory for When She's No Longer with Us
She Did It Again
Well, she did it again, today August 24, 2012, my Mom is 101 years old. I can hardly imagine it is really happening.
Today at 10.30am local time, the mayor of Sluis will visit my mom to congratulate her. It's a custom in this part of my country (and probably in the small villages in other parts too) that the mayor will visit inhabitants who reach the age of 100 and older. So I have to dress up and be there to let him in and give him some coffee and a piece of cake.
Tomorrow, on Saturday, some family members will come over for a small family reunion celebration.
Hurray, We Have Another Birthday to Celebrate
I've written so many poems for you
and you make me write some more.
I'm grateful that you're still around
as I wrote once before.
You're still enjoying life you say,
though sometimes you are not.
You grieve that young ones die too soon,
not given all the time you've got.
Today I'll kiss you're bony cheeks
and tell you that I love you.
You'll dig up stories of your past
and tell me that you love me too.
So many of your friends have died,
it's lonely at the top you say,
so I'll make sure my sweet old mom,
that you won't be lonely at all today.
Happy Birthday My Dear Mommy Muys
A Selfie with Granddaughter Lynn Karijn
101 Years Old: Happy Birthday Mom
The 100+ Year Old People Book Is Finished - It Will Be Presented on November 3, 2012 and My Mom Is in It.
Clever Word Play
I wrote above about the interview my mom had for the book containing the stories of a number of people in the Province Zeeland, who have reached the age of 100+ years.
Well, it's finished and it will be presented on November 3, 2012. It's not possible anymore to get my mom over there, so I will go to get the copy of the book on her behalf.
The picture shows the invitation. The title of the book is not really translatable; it's a Dutch wordplay and a very suitable one. I can try to explain.
Zeeuw = how we call the people who live in the Province Zeeland
eeuw = the Dutch word for century
eeuwling = how we call people who are 100 years old
Zeeuwlingen = people who are 100+ years old and live in the province Zeeland
That's all. A clever word play indeed.
The Most Amazing Comment on This Tribute to My Mom
A Voice That Roused up Memories from Almost 70 Years Ago
I got this comment on this article: