סבא ברשת

 

לאחרונה נתקלתי בהודעת פטירה של אדם שהיה ידוע בתור הסבא של האינטרנט. מדובר באלמן בריטי בשם פיטר אוקלי, אשר החליט בשלב הזהב של חייו להפיג קצת מהבדידות שבקיום על-ידי היותו מעין סבא כללי, עבור כל מי שאין לו סבא משל עצמו ובכלל. הנה בפניכם הודעת הפטירה ולינקים לכמה מן הקליפים שלו.

 

Obituary – "אחרי מות"

 

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/people/internet-grandad-peter-oakley-dies-aged-86-9214952.html

 

 

 

Internet Grandad channel — Youtube

 

https://www.youtube.com/user/geriatric1927

 

 

 

Fabulous cooking demo – short and to the point and very funny

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jH6nuHcVwgg

 

 

 

Final goodbye

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PicYus_Vi0A

 

 

 

Crabby old man

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOciMaCyJW4

 

 

 

 

 

יצוין שלגבי השיר המובא בקליפ האחרון, מסתבר שתיאור הרקע לכתיבתו אינו מדויק. ראו בהמשך השיר המקורי ובלינק בסוף תמצאו את הרקע לכתיבתו. שימו לב שהשיר שנכתב במקור על-ידי אחות בריטית (Phyllis McCormack) מדבר בשם אישה זקנה ואילו המשורר האמריקאי (David L. Griffith) שתיקן(?) אותו, הפך אותו לשיר אודות גבר. תרגומים יתקבלו בברכה כמו תמיד.

 

 

 

Crabbit Old Woman

What do you see nurses? What do you see?

What are you thinking? When you are looking at me

A crabbit old woman not very wise,

Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,

Who dribbles her 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 stocking or shoe,

Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will

With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill,

Is this what you're thinking? Is this 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 use 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 girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,

Dreaming that soon now, a lover she'll meet:

A bride 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 5

Who need me to build, a secure happy home.

A young woman of thirty, my young now grow fast,

Bound to each other, with ties that should last:

At forty my young ones, now grown will soon be gone,

But my man stays 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 husband is dead,

I look at the future, I shudder with dread,

For my young are all busy, rearing young of their own,

And I think of the years, and the love I have known.

I'm an old woman now, and nature is cruel

'Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body it crumbles, grace and vigour depart,

There now is a stone, where I once had a heart:

But inside this old carcass, a young girl 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 nurses, open and see,

Not a crabbit old woman, look closer – see ME.'

http://www.agingcare.com/Articles/cranky-old-man-legend-157110.htm

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