The Activity Director and her staff did a terrific job of scheduling creative activities for the residents of the home. There were dry erase boards at two of the nurses’ stations that listed the activities by day and by hour. Continue reading Permanent Marker-The Sequel→
The old saying that “money can’t buy you happiness” has been beaten to death; but the horse is still alive, for now.
One of the happiest times in my life was naturally one of poorest financially. Of course it was, or that first sentence would have been really silly. As a twenty-year-old, I lived in a cabin with a wonderful young woman, had two dogs, a canoe, and the river in my front yard. My net personal worth was around $173, depending on the day of the week. It went up on payday, down on the weekends. Continue reading The Cabin on the River (Part-One)→
No matter what your belief during those moments where a certain force seems to come into play and affect the outcome of a situation, you’ve got to admit that there’s been a time or two where you’ve stopped and thought to yourself “That was unbelievable”. Be it coincidence, destiny, or Divine intervention from a Heavenly Spirit, there just has to be something that factors into the end result at unexplained moments. Continue reading Doing Laundry for Some Reason→
From 1976 to 2000, this tree service of worship, under the direction of Julia Danley Lambert, brought inspiration to all who gathered here… both those who sang and those who listened. The Tree program was revived in 2013 due to popular demand. The Tree is now under the direction of Julia’s daughter, Mary Danley Catlett.
This is a marvelous Family Tradition for many, and for many a good reason. A beautiful old church, dimly lit and adorned with fresh evergreens. A variety of Christmas music sung by members ofthe Woodstock community. Hand bells. A violinist. The program is shortand sweet, just like the junior choir.
Here are 2 quick clips from live performances of the past.
“See to Us a Child is Born”
To some that read this, one particular question may come to mind. And the answer is “Yes, I will be.”
Some twenty months ago, I went to the Shenandoah Memorial Hospital to make an appointment for my first of many Physical Therapy sessions. After completing the usual paperwork, an appointment date was set. The woman who was helping with the formalities wrapped things up by saying “You’ll be working with Melanie, you’re gonna like her”.
Will she thinks of me as she’s tucked into bed
A chuckle and smile as the pillow meets her head
Bedtime stories that I used to read
Bears and Birds and Squirrels in trees
Things upon which a three year old dreams
Will she think of me as the moon joins the stars
How it’s chuck full of cheese
Little green men up on Mars
How little we are, great big is the world
But only as big as little imaginations sure are
Will she think of me as she opens her eyes
A moment of stretches, of yawns and sighs
Chasing feet through pant legs
Coats and mittens on cold days
Twice the time getting ready, I like it that way
Will she think of me when a friend speaks of Dad
Does she see me as a father, as just her Dad
A man who held her and hugged her
And wiped away her sad tears
I’ll think of her for the rest of my years