My husband’s Granny Jordan lived to be ninety without a broken bone. But that’s not to say she didn’t fall often. Whether she had an equilibrium problem or was just clumsy, the family never decided. Suffice it to say, she never hurt herself badly enough to decide to see a doctor for testing. And she never owned up to being clumsy.
It became a family joke when her teenagers left for school in the morning, “Now, Mama, don’t go out to get the mail until we get home. We don’t want you to fall...
Published on August 10, 2015 23:00