I'M NEVER SURE what's okay to tell and what isn't. My purpose isn't to betray confidences and I try not to include anything that would embarrass the subject. Once in a while, I look out over one of our public rooms and am overwhelmed by a feeling of love.......a fierce love for those of us in our collective family here at the Manor........yes, even the ones with whom I don't resonate. The loveable, the unloveable, the complainers, the beams of sunshine. Human nature shows all around, perhaps the more so in the elderly.
|Midge has a piano in her room and hopes that no one hears her practice.|
|Dot, at the left, is from the East Coast originally. She's as avant-garde as anyone here.|
Helen and her Baptist minister husband, Rudy; Helen had a stroke back in the 80s and is one of the most cheerful people at the Manor.
|Darling Glenys who claims to feel physically awful 100% of the time but always has a smile and a caring for others.|
|MaryMil, our newest resident, is a delight and is thrilled with the food served here.|
|Ernestine, to the left, is the Residents' secretary and Evelyn is the organizer of the group of wise women known as "The Crones". Ernestine is a Crone, too.|
|Lola is about as big as a minute. She loves opera on the radio and once when told by a male resident to turn the volume down told him, "No and you can just get used to it."|
|Helen, to the right, is scheduled for cataract surgery a week from today.|
|All of these pictures were taken last night at our monthly birthday dinner. Here Diana, Sona and Verjik sing in celebration.|
|Lucky us! It was gooooooood!|