On the night of December 4th, my friend Eleanor Sheehan passed away after 93 years. She had entered the hospital to have an abdominal aneurysm taken care of. She was in a rehabilitation facility after coming home briefly. She was one of the “Little Old Ladies” that I went to breakfast with on Sunday mornings, after Mass.
The following is what I called Eleanor Sheehan Bingo:
⦁ Raised in an orphanage, even though her father was alive.
⦁ Won’t get married again.
⦁ Mentions “Norman” in some form.
⦁ Doesn’t like people who drink.
⦁ Trouble with neighbors. (?)
⦁ She can’t hear the priest during Mass.
⦁ Gets the facts wrong about something in the news.
⦁ “Shake-shake-shake” leg kicks.
⦁ Complains about coffee.
⦁ Doesn’t want to pay anymore money than she has already pledged.
⦁ Thinks someone you are talking about is dead.
⦁ Saying that she likes/hates something that she hated/liked before.
⦁ How she learned to swim.
⦁ Was a teaching assistant at deSales.
⦁ Picked as May Queen even though one of the Nuns in the orphanage didn’t like her.
⦁ Has to be reminded about the dish she likes at the Gold Standard restaurant.