Tuesday, November 27, 2007
What I Learned dcook
After spending time with the resdients of the retirement center I learned a avery imporant lesson. That leson was that no matter whatage or stage in life I may be at you can always find youthful joy and happiness in life. For some of the residents that I encountered it was Rummikub that they found a brief moment of joy in. Some had played rummikub in their somewhat earlier years and this served as a gateway that allowed them to travel back to the days of their youth and vibrance. Although it is wuite a different story now that thye have aged and heir bodies can no longer do some of the things that they were used to doing in their earlier years they are able to somewhat enjoy what they once had in the game of Rummiub and gain a sort of peace. I discovered that this is something I need to apply in my own life. In the times that I find myself in dark and infamiliar situations I can always think back to times of happiness and joy and make the best of any sitaution and any circumstance.
Prior Thoughts to Time Spent. dcook
Before I started spending time at the Due West Retirement Center I had soem preconceived notions about what it would be like spending time with retired elderly people. I assumed first of all that it was going to be a very awkward experience for me and even for some of the residents that I migt encounter while being there. Now it was sometimes awkward for me and I am sure it was for them but i learned that if you find a way to relate to soemone they will accept you for what you appear to them to be. Although I was just a college kid assigned to serve and spend time with a group of elderly people I was able to relate through games they played (Rummikub). Another preconceived notion I had was that spending time there would be no fun for me at all. Being the grandon of a retirement center resident back home I have often visied retirement centers and for me they have always been the archetypal symbol for sadness and loneliness. I cam to learn that within those walls is a small community of older folks who find anyway they can to have a little fun even though their age may restrict what they can and cannot do. Even though it is depressing to think of the somewhat lonely life that these folks posses it is clear that I myself had a good time playing rummikub and learning anew game with some elderly counterparts.
field notes 4 dcook
On this day i returned to th Due West Retirement Center determined to improve my new found obsession in Rumikub. Although they only play certain days at 3 o' clock I had spent some time over the week looking up diffeent strategies and different plays that could procure a victory. The first couple rounds of the game I realized that all the startegy and and game plans that I had eveloped were sudenly useless. General Patton, I believe once said, " No battle plan survives contact contact with the enemy." He could not have hit the nail on the head any harder than he did. I spent all that time deeloping a point of attack and plan to thwart my elderly counterparts but all that preparatin was nullified by the experience my fellow rummikub players possessed. I played for quite some time that day but left once again defeated but with a better understanding of what these rsidents use their time doing at the center. They may be cut off from the rest of the world but in the center they have to make due with what they have and have as much fun as they can even though they may never get a visit or call froma family member.
Field Notes Day 3 dcook
On this the tird day that I visited the retirement center I became familiar with a practice that is known and many enjoy within the retirement center and that tradition of pride and competition is rummikub. The game of rummikub is a somewhat complicated game. I was invited to join after observing a certain board game being played by several residents. I had never played nor heard of the game but the residents were avid on teaching me and introducing me to the world of Rummikub. I will not go into a great detail about the game but suffice it to say that I am not the world's greatest rummikub player, in fact i downright stunk. I will say this though, this is more to show how good these players really are, at the end of a round the tiles on everyone's racks are added up, the three players who did not declare rummikub and essentially vistory get that added number subtracted fromm their score but the victor gets the total negative number of all three players added to his own score. The very first round that I played went something like this...my score was negative 33 the other two round loser's scores were negative 3 and negative 1 with the winner possessing a score of positie 37. Needless to say i was both somewhat embarrassed and astounded at how these residents had perfected both their rumikub play and startegy. I left "with my tail between my legs," but determined to come back the next day that they would play.
Field Notes Day 2 dcook
On the second day that I went to the retirement center I spent a little time just trying to find something useful to do. I sat down for a brief time in the sun room trying to get on a more common level with some of the residents. I chatted with several elderly ladies talking more about what is going on outside in the world rather than what is happening inside of the center. I discovered from these two ladies that the residents are somewhat shut out from the rest of the world although some own and watch their own televisions. They also seemed very intrigued with the happenings of the college right down the road so i shared some of the many stories that I have gained by living at Erskine. After staying a while longer talking with a few more elderly residents, just visiting and conversing, I left.
Field Notes Day 1 dcook
My first experience at the Due West Retirement Center consisted mainly of walking through the entire facility. By walking through I was able to become awafre of the type of enviroment that the Due West Retirement Center possesses. My "tour guide" led me through the halls and introduced me to some very interesting characters. I met one man who was a world war 2 veteran, and another woman who was involved in newspapers and even taught for a short time in Egypt. I soon realized that any preconceived notions I might have had about working and spending time at the center might soon be put to the test as the first two people i met had led interestng lives prior to their stay at the center itself. These were two of my more memorable encounters and after that I did not remember many more faces but I am sure that on my next visit things wil become considerably more interesing.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Field Notes Six.DHudSmith
I truly enjoyed my service today.
First, I was conscripted to the task of giving the Bible study. I was grateful for the opportunity. I started by reading from the book that they take all of their studies from. I think it was written for the elderly. I thought it was good. Maybe a bit shallow. Afterwards we read from Jeremiah a passage that I had recently read. It actually fit together pretty well. I stated my thoughts. Several of the ladies (no men) had something to say about it. Then, we were finished. The whole experience was a bit strange. As I read and spoke, I looked out into the OPs faces. Many of the faces were blank. They were not present. Despite my attempt to be loud, I do not think that everyone could hear me. There were two, however, clearly with me. The rest...who knows.
I met a nice lady walking up and down the ramp (a form of exercise which they are allowed to preform solo). At first, she seemed distant. Understandable. To her I was just some random youngin. However, after I told her who I was and why I was there, she treated me as if I were her own grandson. We walked up and down the ramp four times (spending more time than you might expect). She was surprisingly tall. Had she not been slouched with age, she may have been my height. She was so grateful for my company.
First, I was conscripted to the task of giving the Bible study. I was grateful for the opportunity. I started by reading from the book that they take all of their studies from. I think it was written for the elderly. I thought it was good. Maybe a bit shallow. Afterwards we read from Jeremiah a passage that I had recently read. It actually fit together pretty well. I stated my thoughts. Several of the ladies (no men) had something to say about it. Then, we were finished. The whole experience was a bit strange. As I read and spoke, I looked out into the OPs faces. Many of the faces were blank. They were not present. Despite my attempt to be loud, I do not think that everyone could hear me. There were two, however, clearly with me. The rest...who knows.
I met a nice lady walking up and down the ramp (a form of exercise which they are allowed to preform solo). At first, she seemed distant. Understandable. To her I was just some random youngin. However, after I told her who I was and why I was there, she treated me as if I were her own grandson. We walked up and down the ramp four times (spending more time than you might expect). She was surprisingly tall. Had she not been slouched with age, she may have been my height. She was so grateful for my company.
Prior Thoughts Six.DhudSmith
This is the last official OP visit. Today, I go with no expectations. I just go. Ive stopped debating what I will do, for I know I will be put to something. God knows what will happen.
Field Notes Five.DHudSmith
Apart from my routine OP visits, I spent some time in the lobby talking to whomever wished to talk. I met some very fine old ladies, two of them. I was sitting in a chair between them. Neither of them could hear well enough to know that the other was talking to me. This created a strange situation as a tried to listen and reciprocate to two completely separate and simultaneous conversations. I do not multi-task very well, and I cannot remember the nature of either discussion. I think one of the ladies eventually took offense at my failure to keep up because she left rather promptly. The other lady didn't seem to mind. She carried the strangest story-telling mode. She would start a story which would, in turn, remind her of another story. Without any notification, she would transition into that tangent story which, like the first story, would remind her of some other tale. I believe that this endless chain would have continued forever had I not left. She wants to play Rummy-Cube (I guess thats how you spell it...). Maybe we will.
After finish my conversation with the chain-story-teller, I went to the room of the lady who was miffed at my lack of ability in carrying on two sided conversations. I wanted to apologize, for to her, I am sure my neglect was unjustified. Apparently, she is blind, or at least mostly so. I offered to read her her letters. She assented but said that she didn't have any letters to read today. She didn't have anything else she wanted to read. I wanted very much to read her something. This is a literary project, and I love to read. If I went blind, I would beg people to read to me.
After finish my conversation with the chain-story-teller, I went to the room of the lady who was miffed at my lack of ability in carrying on two sided conversations. I wanted to apologize, for to her, I am sure my neglect was unjustified. Apparently, she is blind, or at least mostly so. I offered to read her her letters. She assented but said that she didn't have any letters to read today. She didn't have anything else she wanted to read. I wanted very much to read her something. This is a literary project, and I love to read. If I went blind, I would beg people to read to me.
Prior Thoughts Five.DhudSmith
Two hours seems like such a long time. I feel like I am out of touch with the true nature of service. I hope that this will change. Service should grow naturally out from the man saved by Grace. I am selfish. I hope to have the heart to serve when this project is complete. That is the true nature of service. Yet, if I do serve when this project is complete, I want my motive to be grounded in gratitude rather than acceptance. I cannot gain by service any acceptance from God. Christ gained my full acceptance.
Field Notes Four.DHudSmith
The visit went well today. I played dominoes again and walked the newspaper lady again. She has lots of opinions. Many of which, I agree with. Out of all the people I have spent time with, she keeps in touch with he outside world the most.
I also spoke with the veteran. The poor man. He is a new resident and is having a difficult time adjusting. He compares living at the retirement center with being in prison. Dismal. I tried to encourage him, and I think he enjoys my company. Perhaps he is just melodramatic, for he smiled a great deal. He does not look healthy, however. I believe he looks worse now than he did two weeks ago. I wonder how long he has.
I have a tendency to talk to these people as if they were children. They are not, however. In fact, they are far more mature than I am. They may have slowed minds and dulled senses, but they are wise. And that is true maturity. Their simple wisdom sheds light on the futility of my vanity. I, a youth, am humbled by the old and weak.
I also spoke with the veteran. The poor man. He is a new resident and is having a difficult time adjusting. He compares living at the retirement center with being in prison. Dismal. I tried to encourage him, and I think he enjoys my company. Perhaps he is just melodramatic, for he smiled a great deal. He does not look healthy, however. I believe he looks worse now than he did two weeks ago. I wonder how long he has.
I have a tendency to talk to these people as if they were children. They are not, however. In fact, they are far more mature than I am. They may have slowed minds and dulled senses, but they are wise. And that is true maturity. Their simple wisdom sheds light on the futility of my vanity. I, a youth, am humbled by the old and weak.
Prior Thoughts Four.DHudSmith
I may be falling into a rut. I know which OPs will be most receptive to my attention and most willing to help and those who will not want to talk to me. I want to spend time with those who will accept my attention. It is simply less awkward. But, I suspect that those who will not accept my attention are those who need it most. A strange balance. We will see what happens. To the retirement center I go!
Field Notes Three.DHudSmith
I only met with two OPs today.
The first was the man who reads all the large-text books. Today we played dominoes. We played lots of dominoes. I'm not sure how dominoes relates to a literary project. Perhaps it doesn't. It was fun, however, and he was grateful for the company. He can be very funny. When I would score or do well, he would say, "Gee Wiz". He does not care whether he wins or loses. He just likes to play. He says he likes dominoes because you don't have to be involved with the other player. You can be thinking about whatever you like in your mind and still function in the game.
Secondly, I again visited the newspaper lady, and again, I read her the newspaper. We also went outside for a walk. The residents are not allowed to go on walks by themselves, and her doctor told her she needed to walk. So, we walked. I must say (and I usually wouldn't)that she looked adorable. She must be less than five feet tall and, in her hat and sweater, she looked very cute. She is probably the most pleasant OP I have ever met.
The first was the man who reads all the large-text books. Today we played dominoes. We played lots of dominoes. I'm not sure how dominoes relates to a literary project. Perhaps it doesn't. It was fun, however, and he was grateful for the company. He can be very funny. When I would score or do well, he would say, "Gee Wiz". He does not care whether he wins or loses. He just likes to play. He says he likes dominoes because you don't have to be involved with the other player. You can be thinking about whatever you like in your mind and still function in the game.
Secondly, I again visited the newspaper lady, and again, I read her the newspaper. We also went outside for a walk. The residents are not allowed to go on walks by themselves, and her doctor told her she needed to walk. So, we walked. I must say (and I usually wouldn't)that she looked adorable. She must be less than five feet tall and, in her hat and sweater, she looked very cute. She is probably the most pleasant OP I have ever met.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Field Notes Five. mbusch
The visit to the retirement home went really well today. I did a devotion on praise and thanksgiving, and finished with "Amazing Grace" and Thanksgiving trivia. I had many resident tell me they enjoyed and appreciated it. So I'm thankful my prayers were answered.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Field Notes Four. mbusch
Today when I went over, I wasn't exactly sure what to do. I arrived at the retirment center and went into the Carlisle Nursing Center, where I usually go. I didn't know quite how I would be recieved because it wasn't my normal time to go over, but the director smiled at me and just asked me to sit with one of the male residents. In all honesty, this is the one person in the center with whom I could talk for hours. This man faught in WWII, and I would love to talk to him about it. I can't talk with him easily because there are times when he is very difficult to understand. Today, I just sat with him, making small talk, when he reached out and just grabbed my hand. It was a simple gesture that people have done before, but I could almost interpret the move. He enjoyed me sitting with him, listening to him, talking with him. It melted my heart.
The music afterward went well. We didn't sing as well as we are capable, but I believe that it was enjoyed by the residents. Dr. Jeffreys asked us to mingle and visit with the residents after we were finished, and I believe they appreciated that as well.
The music afterward went well. We didn't sing as well as we are capable, but I believe that it was enjoyed by the residents. Dr. Jeffreys asked us to mingle and visit with the residents after we were finished, and I believe they appreciated that as well.
Prior Thoughts Four. mbusch
I'm heading over to the retirment center in a few moments. I'm really excited about this vist because Women's Chorale (which I'm a part of) is going to sing later this afternoon. I'm heading over earlier to visit with the residents a little before we start singing. I'm really glad to get the chance to do this because almost every time I go over, I'm asked to play the piano. (I almost did a few times, but managed to save myself the embarassment at the last minute.) Finally the residents will get to hear some of the music they seem to crave.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Field Notes Three. mbusch
My third visit was almost identical to the first.I arrive there around 10, in time to visit with the residents before their 10:30 bible study. Once again, I conducted the devotion by reading from the Bible, the devoltion booklet they have, praying for any needs they tell me about, and singing a few hymns. What scared me is when I was asked to lead the devotion next Wed. It's a very short, and very simple reading, but it makes me nervous. I'm no longer afraid of what the residents think about having me there, what scares me are the nurses and caretakers who sit in the chairs behind the lobby and listen/talk through the devotion. It makes me think of the DC Talk song, "What if I stumble, what if I fall, what if I loose my step and I make fools of us all". I don't know how to put into words the apprehension I have about the devotion, I can only pray that God takes my fallible words and tranforms them for His glory.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Field Notes Six.edevault
My last day at the retirement center wasn't unusual in the least--just the same old routine.
I read some poetry to the Carlisle residents in their T.V. room/den/dining room. I asked if anyone had a "poet preference"; one woman requested Longfellow. This same woman commented that her mother would read them "The Song of Hiawatha" and even made them memorize parts of it. After each poem I read, this woman would give a generous "thank you! thank you!". Quite endearing.
I then visited the Wylie center--particularly Ms. Co. I continued to read John (we left off on chapter 16). Around chapter 17 Ms. Co.'s daughter called; I could hear her voice on the phone saying, "Hey Mama--how are you?" They talked for some time; the daughter voice sounded kind. I envisioned her face; I imagine she looks like her mother.
I finished John and decided to read both Titus and Philemon (which took little time). After that, I told Ms. Co. that I would not be able to volunteer often due to the late-semester rush. Unfortunately, time is limited.
She seemed receptive, and told how much she has enjoyed my reading. I agreed, and said that reading to her has benefitted me as well. I clasped her hand, bid her good morning, and wished her well.
I pray my volunteering has profited someone and has been a good service.
Elizabeth
I read some poetry to the Carlisle residents in their T.V. room/den/dining room. I asked if anyone had a "poet preference"; one woman requested Longfellow. This same woman commented that her mother would read them "The Song of Hiawatha" and even made them memorize parts of it. After each poem I read, this woman would give a generous "thank you! thank you!". Quite endearing.
I then visited the Wylie center--particularly Ms. Co. I continued to read John (we left off on chapter 16). Around chapter 17 Ms. Co.'s daughter called; I could hear her voice on the phone saying, "Hey Mama--how are you?" They talked for some time; the daughter voice sounded kind. I envisioned her face; I imagine she looks like her mother.
I finished John and decided to read both Titus and Philemon (which took little time). After that, I told Ms. Co. that I would not be able to volunteer often due to the late-semester rush. Unfortunately, time is limited.
She seemed receptive, and told how much she has enjoyed my reading. I agreed, and said that reading to her has benefitted me as well. I clasped her hand, bid her good morning, and wished her well.
I pray my volunteering has profited someone and has been a good service.
Elizabeth
Prior Thoughts Six.edevault
Today I will visit the retirement center for the last time (atleast for this project). I mentioned before my thoughts on how I should...well, leave the residents I have been visiting regularly. Especially in regard to Ms. Co., who I've been reading the Bible to for some time now.
I'll be fitting in these last hours in the morning after HS 101--quite a rush, but...I'll live.
Elizabeth
I'll be fitting in these last hours in the morning after HS 101--quite a rush, but...I'll live.
Elizabeth
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Field Notes Five.edevault
My fifth visit to the retirement center seemed quick to me--not quite sure why. Perhaps getting back into the swing of things helped the pace a bit.
My first hour I read some sonnets to a Ms. K., a Carlisle resident. She was blind, and frail, but very kind. She shared how she and her husband met, as if eager to tell it to such a young girl as me. He, an English and Violin Major--She, a Piano Major. They met while playing at the same concert. From then on, He found excuses to go to her house to "practice piano", but her father saw right through it; "He's not here for the piano, he's here for my daughter!" he said. She then asked me if I had a "friend". I couldn't help but smirk at this question; so many times before I could not answer this question with a "yes" . Under most blessed circumstances, this question is no longer met with my straight-faced "no". I mentioned that my "friend" was also volunteering at the retirement center and also went to Erskine. She beamed--we had made a connection.
I read her some of Shakespeare's sonnets (oh, so beautiful!!) for almost an hour. Her eyes would often drift to one side; she concentrated on the words she could no longer see. I believe she enjoyed it; she would nod and smile after some of the sonnets. I wondered if she ever thought in her younger days that she would be read to by a young college student because she could not see herself. I wondered if she foresaw a day when she would not have her husband with her, whom she "missed so terribly". I wondered if she knew how she encouraged me in a small way today; she possessed more strength in her frailties than I in my youth.
In the second hour I visited Ms. Co. once again. I did not see her in my last visit, so we paused to catch up a bit. She was a tad sick--just a general cold, I think. She was glad for my timely visit--she wanted to read some of John. I began to read; she seemed a bit sleepy, but wanted me to continue. I continued through the book, realizing how many details of the story I had lost. Refreshing, to see Christ's life and power in sequence rather than in disconnected stories. I remember most the passages she marked herself--passages mostly concerning Christ's preaching to the "called of God". I stopped at chapter 15--I was sorry to leave in such a rush. I left the center for a very quick dinner (5 minutes, to be exact), then another class. Before I knew it, I was back in the college crunch after 2 hours of experiencing a wiser, less hassled perspective.
Elizabeth
My first hour I read some sonnets to a Ms. K., a Carlisle resident. She was blind, and frail, but very kind. She shared how she and her husband met, as if eager to tell it to such a young girl as me. He, an English and Violin Major--She, a Piano Major. They met while playing at the same concert. From then on, He found excuses to go to her house to "practice piano", but her father saw right through it; "He's not here for the piano, he's here for my daughter!" he said. She then asked me if I had a "friend". I couldn't help but smirk at this question; so many times before I could not answer this question with a "yes" . Under most blessed circumstances, this question is no longer met with my straight-faced "no". I mentioned that my "friend" was also volunteering at the retirement center and also went to Erskine. She beamed--we had made a connection.
I read her some of Shakespeare's sonnets (oh, so beautiful!!) for almost an hour. Her eyes would often drift to one side; she concentrated on the words she could no longer see. I believe she enjoyed it; she would nod and smile after some of the sonnets. I wondered if she ever thought in her younger days that she would be read to by a young college student because she could not see herself. I wondered if she foresaw a day when she would not have her husband with her, whom she "missed so terribly". I wondered if she knew how she encouraged me in a small way today; she possessed more strength in her frailties than I in my youth.
In the second hour I visited Ms. Co. once again. I did not see her in my last visit, so we paused to catch up a bit. She was a tad sick--just a general cold, I think. She was glad for my timely visit--she wanted to read some of John. I began to read; she seemed a bit sleepy, but wanted me to continue. I continued through the book, realizing how many details of the story I had lost. Refreshing, to see Christ's life and power in sequence rather than in disconnected stories. I remember most the passages she marked herself--passages mostly concerning Christ's preaching to the "called of God". I stopped at chapter 15--I was sorry to leave in such a rush. I left the center for a very quick dinner (5 minutes, to be exact), then another class. Before I knew it, I was back in the college crunch after 2 hours of experiencing a wiser, less hassled perspective.
Elizabeth
Field Notes Two. mbusch
Today I spent about an hour and a half ( I had a class and was unable to stay the usual 2 hours)at the nursing home. Today was infinitely better than the last visit, partly because I had already been there once, and partly because today's job was fun. As of yet, I don't have a certain task every time I go in, so today I was informed that I would be helping decorate a pumpkin. To be completely honest, I've never decorated a pumpkin as my artistic ability is . . . sub-average.
The progression of people who came to watch was very interesting. I started out with working with just one other resident. But slowly, more and more drifted across the lobby and out of their rooms to crowd around the small card table. At first, only a few, broad suggestions were offered and it was up to me to decide how to translate them onto a pumpkin. As the time passed, I began to get more specific requests, here are some of the more interesting comments I heard today:
"Give him a snaggle tooth, and make sure one of them is gold."
"Give him earings!" "Now make sure he has dangling earings"
"Give him some bangs, now some eyebrows!"
Me: Should we paint in his nose?
Mrs. R: Naw, put some sparkling sequins on there and make it look like he has his nose peirced.
"We should give him a cavity."
These are just a few of comments I heard, just thinking back on them makes me smile. Somehow, the pumpkin was referred to as a male even though 'he' had mascara, blush, dangling earings, and a head bow. The people there are so adorable and content with the smallest act of mercy that we give them.
The progression of people who came to watch was very interesting. I started out with working with just one other resident. But slowly, more and more drifted across the lobby and out of their rooms to crowd around the small card table. At first, only a few, broad suggestions were offered and it was up to me to decide how to translate them onto a pumpkin. As the time passed, I began to get more specific requests, here are some of the more interesting comments I heard today:
"Give him a snaggle tooth, and make sure one of them is gold."
"Give him earings!" "Now make sure he has dangling earings"
"Give him some bangs, now some eyebrows!"
Me: Should we paint in his nose?
Mrs. R: Naw, put some sparkling sequins on there and make it look like he has his nose peirced.
"We should give him a cavity."
These are just a few of comments I heard, just thinking back on them makes me smile. Somehow, the pumpkin was referred to as a male even though 'he' had mascara, blush, dangling earings, and a head bow. The people there are so adorable and content with the smallest act of mercy that we give them.
Prior Thoughts Five.edevault
I am planning to go to the retirement center today around 3 PM. I hope this visit will go well; I feel pretty well rested, so there won't be a high risk of falling asleep while I'm there. These last few visits have encountered my heightened fatigue from the past few weeks...
As my visits will soon come to an end, I wonder how to say...well, good bye? Not that I will never see these residents again--I pray that I will. However, more than likely I will not have very much time to visit them often...if at all. How do you tell that to someone? I will not say that directly, but I need to indicate that my visits will not continue as they used to. This troubles me; how do you invest so much time in something, then hardly have any time for it after its over? I'll have to think about this, as I often have over the past week...
Elizabeth
As my visits will soon come to an end, I wonder how to say...well, good bye? Not that I will never see these residents again--I pray that I will. However, more than likely I will not have very much time to visit them often...if at all. How do you tell that to someone? I will not say that directly, but I need to indicate that my visits will not continue as they used to. This troubles me; how do you invest so much time in something, then hardly have any time for it after its over? I'll have to think about this, as I often have over the past week...
Elizabeth
Field Notes one. mbusch
Because my first time at the nursing home was the last day of classes before fall break, I've had a lot of time to think about my time spent there. I went over in time to participate in their 10:30 Bible study. However, when I got there, the Bible and study pamphlet were thrust into my hands and I was told to read. We read two passages of scripture and the blurb for that day, sang a few hymns, and I prayed.
My biggest fear (aside from being nothing but an annoyance to the administration there) was that the people would not be able to understand anything I said! Older people are able to understand lower voices more easily, so I was afraid that my voice was too high to be easily understood. After I finished reading, I asked if anyone had anything they would like to say before I prayed, to my great relief, one of the women (I need a bit more time to remember all of their names) said, "You have a very good speaking voice. I was able to understand all of it."
I stayed after the devotion, talking to a few of the residents and helping them with their excersies. All in all, it was a rather awkward 2 hours, but I feel it was profitable and I look forward to the next visit.
My biggest fear (aside from being nothing but an annoyance to the administration there) was that the people would not be able to understand anything I said! Older people are able to understand lower voices more easily, so I was afraid that my voice was too high to be easily understood. After I finished reading, I asked if anyone had anything they would like to say before I prayed, to my great relief, one of the women (I need a bit more time to remember all of their names) said, "You have a very good speaking voice. I was able to understand all of it."
I stayed after the devotion, talking to a few of the residents and helping them with their excersies. All in all, it was a rather awkward 2 hours, but I feel it was profitable and I look forward to the next visit.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Field Notes Four.edevault
The fourth visit was productive, but tiring. I began the two hours by reading some poetry to a Ms. W., who is a Carlisle resident. I asked her how her she had been; she responded she had not been very well the last few weeks, but that she pressed on. She is a sweet lady.
I read her some Keats ("St. Agnes' Day", I think), and she gently closed her eyes and listened. At first I thought she was asleep, but no--I would sometimes find her eyes staring my mouth, intent on listening. I could not really finish the poem, since her son and daughter-in-law came to visit. They were kind enough to let me "finish" the poem (which I really just shortened) before they visited. Ms. W. encouraged me to "continue my good work"; I am glad she thought it good, profitable.
I then traveled down to the Wylie center, but everyone was asleep; Ms. Co., who never "naps", was also gone from her room. I sat with some Wylie residents at the T.V., then decided I better make myself useful back in Carlisle. I was immediately put to use--I read more poetry to quite a gathering of residents; some were very attentive, and some were fast asleep. One man attempted to escape from his chair several times; a woman sitting beside him kept chiding "Mr. Bo., you sit still now--I'm tryin' to listen!" The alarm attached to his belt (which nurses use to keep the residents in seats and such) kept sounding as I read some more Keats, bits of Emerson, and two poems by Elizabeth Browning. Although I pictured a more...idyllic setting when reading such romantic poetry, this particular scenario portrayed poetry's more, well...transcendent qualities. It was part amusing, part profound.
Elizabeth
I read her some Keats ("St. Agnes' Day", I think), and she gently closed her eyes and listened. At first I thought she was asleep, but no--I would sometimes find her eyes staring my mouth, intent on listening. I could not really finish the poem, since her son and daughter-in-law came to visit. They were kind enough to let me "finish" the poem (which I really just shortened) before they visited. Ms. W. encouraged me to "continue my good work"; I am glad she thought it good, profitable.
I then traveled down to the Wylie center, but everyone was asleep; Ms. Co., who never "naps", was also gone from her room. I sat with some Wylie residents at the T.V., then decided I better make myself useful back in Carlisle. I was immediately put to use--I read more poetry to quite a gathering of residents; some were very attentive, and some were fast asleep. One man attempted to escape from his chair several times; a woman sitting beside him kept chiding "Mr. Bo., you sit still now--I'm tryin' to listen!" The alarm attached to his belt (which nurses use to keep the residents in seats and such) kept sounding as I read some more Keats, bits of Emerson, and two poems by Elizabeth Browning. Although I pictured a more...idyllic setting when reading such romantic poetry, this particular scenario portrayed poetry's more, well...transcendent qualities. It was part amusing, part profound.
Elizabeth
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Prior Thoughts One
Tomorrow is my first day of going over to the nursing home. To be honest, I'm not quite sure what to expect. I was told to be there in time for the bible study, and I'm glad of that because I believe that the Bible is by far the most important book to read. In response to Elizabeth's comment about being nervous before going over, I completely understand. I feel the same way; I know in my head that it would be very difficult for me to disappoint the residents. If I've learned nothing from working with OP's as a pastor's daughter (which include regular visits to nursing homes), working as a nurse in a doctor's office, and having my grandmother live with us, it's that OP's love the younger generation. All I need to do is show up, smile, nod and they'll love having me there. I keep telling myself that. I can do nothing more except do my best and pray that my presence there will bring glory to God.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Prior Thoughts Four.edevault
Sometimes I feel nervous about going to the retirement center. I don't understand why--nothing I cannot do is required of me. Perhaps its just the fear of messing up--of being unnatural, or boring. There is no reason for such fear...it could be my "downfall", a way that I will not enjoy serving others. I do enjoy it--I like to see their happy faces, wise and beautifully wrinkled. Some are harsh and grumpy, but most are kind and understanding. I need to take joy in serving others, because it brings others joy. Its fulfilling, but its also a struggle to maintain the right perspective.
Elizabeth
Elizabeth
Monday, October 15, 2007
Field Notes Two.DhudSmith
Today, I met with 5 OPs.
The first was a WWII veteran. He had stories to tell. Many stories. His speech was slurred and slow, but him memory was obviously very clear. He piloted B-24 bombers in Europe and Africa throughout the war. He also manned an outpost during pearl harbor. He recalled these events to me with alarming clarity. He spoke very little about anything else. Perhaps he didn't want to bore me. Or, perhaps those horrific incidents found a more lasting place in his memory. Hid did speak of his wife, however. She lives nearby and he wanted to call her on the telephone. For some reason, the nurses would not let him call her. I didn't understand why a man couldn't call his wife. He doesn't look healthy.
While talking to the veteran, a woman wheeled over between us and began talking. She had a young aura about her. She still has a grasp on the senses (a grasp rarely found in Carlisle). I didn't talk to her very much. She was too excited about the "hot tub" she was about to enjoy to spend much time with me.
After the hot-tub lady, I met with another man, a reader, who apparently spends most of his time in his room. He was a relatively pleasant fellow with a relatively normal life. His daughter buys him books with extra-large print. He reads them constantly. Some are good books, some are not (at least in my opinion). His approach to reading interests me. I pick my books very carefully and read them deliberately. He just reads. He doesn't mind so much what he is reading. He just picks up and reads. He forms his opinions after he is done. There is a wisdom to that. I think I allow my preconceptions to shape my opinions of what I read. I would like to try to emulate this approach.
I then met with the same woman that I spent most of my last time with. Again, I read her the paper. She was excited about an article about her little home-town. She knew many of the people mentioned. She is such a wise woman. She possesses such a profound contentment about everything. She has more than most people, even people of her age. She trusts God for her peace.
Lastly, I met with a German lady who spends all of her time in her room. She scares me a little to be honest. She gives me the impression that I am intruding upon her privacy. I don't feel welcome. Even so, she has a very interesting story. She lived through the Nazi occupation. She and her family have lost so much. Her husband is dead; her senses are failing. I do not think she is content.
The first was a WWII veteran. He had stories to tell. Many stories. His speech was slurred and slow, but him memory was obviously very clear. He piloted B-24 bombers in Europe and Africa throughout the war. He also manned an outpost during pearl harbor. He recalled these events to me with alarming clarity. He spoke very little about anything else. Perhaps he didn't want to bore me. Or, perhaps those horrific incidents found a more lasting place in his memory. Hid did speak of his wife, however. She lives nearby and he wanted to call her on the telephone. For some reason, the nurses would not let him call her. I didn't understand why a man couldn't call his wife. He doesn't look healthy.
While talking to the veteran, a woman wheeled over between us and began talking. She had a young aura about her. She still has a grasp on the senses (a grasp rarely found in Carlisle). I didn't talk to her very much. She was too excited about the "hot tub" she was about to enjoy to spend much time with me.
After the hot-tub lady, I met with another man, a reader, who apparently spends most of his time in his room. He was a relatively pleasant fellow with a relatively normal life. His daughter buys him books with extra-large print. He reads them constantly. Some are good books, some are not (at least in my opinion). His approach to reading interests me. I pick my books very carefully and read them deliberately. He just reads. He doesn't mind so much what he is reading. He just picks up and reads. He forms his opinions after he is done. There is a wisdom to that. I think I allow my preconceptions to shape my opinions of what I read. I would like to try to emulate this approach.
I then met with the same woman that I spent most of my last time with. Again, I read her the paper. She was excited about an article about her little home-town. She knew many of the people mentioned. She is such a wise woman. She possesses such a profound contentment about everything. She has more than most people, even people of her age. She trusts God for her peace.
Lastly, I met with a German lady who spends all of her time in her room. She scares me a little to be honest. She gives me the impression that I am intruding upon her privacy. I don't feel welcome. Even so, she has a very interesting story. She lived through the Nazi occupation. She and her family have lost so much. Her husband is dead; her senses are failing. I do not think she is content.
Field Notes One. DHudSmith
After a quick tour of the grounds, I was left in the room with a most fascinating OP. She is 94, I believe, and can no longer see well. So, I read to her.
First, I read through a list of books on cassette that she was interested in buying from. Most of the titles sounded worthless. She did find one, however, that was of interest to her--a book about small-town life in
The reading of Luke 16 brought to her mind a particularly funny story. Luke
"The dog. you know from Luke 16. "moreover the dogs".
Well. I thought it was funny, funnier still being a true story.
And so our dialog continued. Mostly we talked about her life. Her years spent teaching in
Looking at and listening to her, I can believe that everything in life--the joys, the losses, the pain, the passion--has a purpose. For she has seen all (mostly anyway) of life and sees every moment of it as one picture with one purpose, and that purpose God's. The seeming vanity does indeed have purpose.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Field Notes Three.edevault
My third visit to the retirement center went well. Unfortunately, I came during many of the residents' rest time--many were sound asleep. So, to not disturb anyone, I sat and watched t.v. with Ms. M, who also let me share her newspaper (Greenville News, to be exact). She asked me if I read the news often. I told her that since arriving to college I haven't been very well-versed in the goings-on of the world; i also told her that Erskine had the opportunity to have the New York Times delivered to its students, of which I mainly perused the arts section.
After an hour, I went to visit Ms. Co. again. We read through the rest of Romans that day (from chapter 9 on); I interjected my thoughts about the passages and asked her opinion. It seems we agreed on a lot of things. It was interesting to see the passages she had underlined--some in pencil, some in red pen--and to related them to her growth in insight. I have no idea how long she has had this Bible, but you could tell some markings were fresher than others. What would have made her mark certain passages 10, 20 years ago verses the ones she marks now? What events in her life would have shifted her focus from one verse to the other? Books inspire questions about the previous reader.
I also started John with Ms. Co. yesterday, since she expressed an interest in it. Hopefully this reading will be as nice as the last.
I felt rather out of it yesterday--I think work and fatigue is finally getting to me. I don't think it interfered with my work at the retirement center too much. I pray not.
elizabeth
After an hour, I went to visit Ms. Co. again. We read through the rest of Romans that day (from chapter 9 on); I interjected my thoughts about the passages and asked her opinion. It seems we agreed on a lot of things. It was interesting to see the passages she had underlined--some in pencil, some in red pen--and to related them to her growth in insight. I have no idea how long she has had this Bible, but you could tell some markings were fresher than others. What would have made her mark certain passages 10, 20 years ago verses the ones she marks now? What events in her life would have shifted her focus from one verse to the other? Books inspire questions about the previous reader.
I also started John with Ms. Co. yesterday, since she expressed an interest in it. Hopefully this reading will be as nice as the last.
I felt rather out of it yesterday--I think work and fatigue is finally getting to me. I don't think it interfered with my work at the retirement center too much. I pray not.
elizabeth
Friday, October 12, 2007
Prior Thoughts Three.edevault
Hudson and I will soon be heading off to the retirement center for a third visit. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to go yesterday (our usual time, but who knows how that will work out in the long run)--college work being the culprit. However, I think the visit will go well today...if my fatigue doesn't catch up with me, that is...
I'm bringing along another poetry book (Blake's poems), just in case any of the residents will want to hear some poetry...
elizabeth
I'm bringing along another poetry book (Blake's poems), just in case any of the residents will want to hear some poetry...
elizabeth
Prior Thoughts Three.DHudSmith
I am trying not to view volunteering at the retirement as an assignment. As our service is indeed required, this is a difficult task. Is required volunteering fundamentally different than "non-required" volunteering? Though it may very likely be, I do not believe it must be. It is true that I would not have volunteered had I not been required; however, being a Christian, I must relinquish any ability to do good of myself anyway. I believe that I will continue to volunteer after this assignment is completed.
My thoughts thus far are only tenuously connected to the actual service I am about to offer; I will attempt to stop abstracting. I (as always seems to be the case) really do not know what to expect from the retirement center today. I hope that I will be of some help and encouragement to someone.
Hudson out.
My thoughts thus far are only tenuously connected to the actual service I am about to offer; I will attempt to stop abstracting. I (as always seems to be the case) really do not know what to expect from the retirement center today. I hope that I will be of some help and encouragement to someone.
Hudson out.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Prior Thoughts One.DHudSmith
Actual Date: 4 Oct. 2007
We are about to head over to the retirement center for our first volunteer session. I do not know what to expect from this project. In all honesty, I do not have a great desire to serve. When confronted with sacrifice, something inside me revolts. What will I profit? Why should I spend my time?--Such thinking is a result of my sin nature--that part of me which, though I am beneath the grace of God, I still must struggle against. I hope that, as part of this project, I will come to value serving others. We shall see.
Hudson out.
We are about to head over to the retirement center for our first volunteer session. I do not know what to expect from this project. In all honesty, I do not have a great desire to serve. When confronted with sacrifice, something inside me revolts. What will I profit? Why should I spend my time?--Such thinking is a result of my sin nature--that part of me which, though I am beneath the grace of God, I still must struggle against. I hope that, as part of this project, I will come to value serving others. We shall see.
Hudson out.
Prior Thoughts Two.DHudSmith
Again we go to serve. I do not know what I will be doing--probably talking to some OPs -- very old (and very dear) people. I hope to visit more than one OP today. They all seem hungry for company. During our last visit, the nurses pointed out some OPs who never leave their rooms. Perhaps I will try to visit some of them.
Hudson out.
Hudson out.
Field Notes Two.edevault
The second visit to the retirement center was pleasant and enjoyable. I first visited the Carlisle section of the center, where I made little Halloween bags for some of the residents. They had sticky letters you could stick to the bags. I first spelled "Happy Halloween", then "Boo!"; it took me several minutes to find a "P" for the word "happy", since all the letters stuck together, clinging to each other for dear life. I also used some paint for the bags; I painted alternating vivid green and black letters for one bag, and then put some google-eyes on it (for the Halloween spirit...). After that, I decided to read some poetry to them. They all gathered around, silent but attentive; timid smiles would creep into their faces. Such a small gift gave such happiness. I also read some poetry to the Carlisle residents--selections from Dylan Thomas and one from Thomas Gray. I believed they enjoyed the reading, but by that time they were a little worn out by the antics of such a youngster as me. It was then that I decided to pay a second visit to Ms. Col.
Ms. Col. seemed more than welcome to invite me into her little room--very tidy and practically littered with family pictures. I asked her how her day went, and she proceeded to show me more of her family and young pictures of herself. She had reddish-auburn hair and a serious, but delicate, face. She seemed a woman of quiet purpose, which is an accurate portrayal of her character today. I then read more of Romans to her; today we got to chapter 9. I enjoyed peeking up every once in a while to see her quiet, steady face nod in approval and smile in reverie. There exists a bond between Christian believers that transcends age, and that is Scripture. That certainly happened today.
Elizabeth
Ms. Col. seemed more than welcome to invite me into her little room--very tidy and practically littered with family pictures. I asked her how her day went, and she proceeded to show me more of her family and young pictures of herself. She had reddish-auburn hair and a serious, but delicate, face. She seemed a woman of quiet purpose, which is an accurate portrayal of her character today. I then read more of Romans to her; today we got to chapter 9. I enjoyed peeking up every once in a while to see her quiet, steady face nod in approval and smile in reverie. There exists a bond between Christian believers that transcends age, and that is Scripture. That certainly happened today.
Elizabeth
Prior Thoughts Two.edevault
In 10 minutes I will have begun my second trip to the retirement center, and I have a reassuring familiarity with the place and my duties now that I feel I won't cause the world to implode if something bad happens.
I'm bringing my Norton Anthology of poetry for today, just to see if any of the residents would like to have some poetry read to them. It will be interesting to see what they prefer in their poetry as well as their prose, particularly in contrast to mine. One thing about reading to someone is being sensitive to their needs and preferences.
Well, I'm off!
Elizabeth
I'm bringing my Norton Anthology of poetry for today, just to see if any of the residents would like to have some poetry read to them. It will be interesting to see what they prefer in their poetry as well as their prose, particularly in contrast to mine. One thing about reading to someone is being sensitive to their needs and preferences.
Well, I'm off!
Elizabeth
Pre-Service Notes.DHudSmith
Actual Date: Sept. 2007
We met at the Due West retirement center for volunteer orientation/training today. Like everything in this town, the meeting was rigorously outlined and executed. Even so, it was enjoyable. The people at the retirement center have an air of playful contentedness. One man in particular, an elderly retiree who is also volunteering, possesses a beautifully wise yet comical demeanor. There is a lot to be learned from these who have seen so much of life.
Hudson
We met at the Due West retirement center for volunteer orientation/training today. Like everything in this town, the meeting was rigorously outlined and executed. Even so, it was enjoyable. The people at the retirement center have an air of playful contentedness. One man in particular, an elderly retiree who is also volunteering, possesses a beautifully wise yet comical demeanor. There is a lot to be learned from these who have seen so much of life.
Hudson
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Field Notes One.edevault
Well, I just got back from the first DW Retirement Center visit.
The administrator and one of the staff took us on an initial, "getting to know you" tour of the facilities. I think we'll be mainly be working in the Wylie center, where there are those who need help reading but are not considerably hindered, in case we might be put in situations we don't know how to handle.
After the tour, we were immediately put to work; Robert and I decided to work together. We first visited a Ms. "Col.". We tentatively knocked on her door, asking if she would like us to sit and talk with her. She seemed more than welcome to let us in. Robert and I discussed our backgrounds and our college life so far, just as an introductory phase. After that, we read Romans, chapters 1-2, I reading the first and Robert reading the second. Reading Romans again, I realized how very simple the language is, yet how very beautiful. Perhaps it is because these words gave (and continue to give) me glorious life that I admired their beauty, their humility, their holiness. Reading Scripture aloud gives a new perspective to the reader--I personally have to pay more attention to exactly what it is I'm saying. Because of this, I draw more from the text. Not only was the reading a blessing to Ms. Col. , it was a great blessing to me.
Next we visited Ms. Cx, who invited us to sit with her in the patio as we talked and introduced ourselves. By this time our visit was winding down, and we only got to talk for a little while. Ms. Cx spoke of her past homes and the books she had recently read (One called "America", I think, where the author traveled from city to city and lived in each for a time). We then followed her to the T.V. room where we sat and talked among other Wylie residents, some of which told us old Erskine stories and asked about students we might know who sometimes visited the center.
Although not all of the visit was strictly reading, there was another "reading" occurring in me--the ability to read personalities. Although I may want to deny it, there is a considerable difference in the thinking of retirement-age person and my own generation. It's these differences that sometimes made it difficult to understand certain sentiments and meanings at the center. It's a new language that fascinates me, and it's something I am willing to learn.
Elizabeth
The administrator and one of the staff took us on an initial, "getting to know you" tour of the facilities. I think we'll be mainly be working in the Wylie center, where there are those who need help reading but are not considerably hindered, in case we might be put in situations we don't know how to handle.
After the tour, we were immediately put to work; Robert and I decided to work together. We first visited a Ms. "Col.". We tentatively knocked on her door, asking if she would like us to sit and talk with her. She seemed more than welcome to let us in. Robert and I discussed our backgrounds and our college life so far, just as an introductory phase. After that, we read Romans, chapters 1-2, I reading the first and Robert reading the second. Reading Romans again, I realized how very simple the language is, yet how very beautiful. Perhaps it is because these words gave (and continue to give) me glorious life that I admired their beauty, their humility, their holiness. Reading Scripture aloud gives a new perspective to the reader--I personally have to pay more attention to exactly what it is I'm saying. Because of this, I draw more from the text. Not only was the reading a blessing to Ms. Col. , it was a great blessing to me.
Next we visited Ms. Cx, who invited us to sit with her in the patio as we talked and introduced ourselves. By this time our visit was winding down, and we only got to talk for a little while. Ms. Cx spoke of her past homes and the books she had recently read (One called "America", I think, where the author traveled from city to city and lived in each for a time). We then followed her to the T.V. room where we sat and talked among other Wylie residents, some of which told us old Erskine stories and asked about students we might know who sometimes visited the center.
Although not all of the visit was strictly reading, there was another "reading" occurring in me--the ability to read personalities. Although I may want to deny it, there is a considerable difference in the thinking of retirement-age person and my own generation. It's these differences that sometimes made it difficult to understand certain sentiments and meanings at the center. It's a new language that fascinates me, and it's something I am willing to learn.
Elizabeth
Prior Thoughts One.edevault
I am looking forward to future opportunities there--however, any new environment takes some getting used to. Thinking about the project, I suddenly become nervous, thinking I will do something wrong or forget some obscure yet important piece of information. In this particular line of service, one needs to take great care to know the do's and don'ts.
I wish I knew what books to bring, what things that need to be read--yet how can I know that if I don't know the residents? I think ahead perhaps too much in these scenarios when I don't have any experience in what I'm doing. Hopefully the staff will gives us a tour (as I'm sure they will). I'll just have to take it easy until then...
Elizabeth
I wish I knew what books to bring, what things that need to be read--yet how can I know that if I don't know the residents? I think ahead perhaps too much in these scenarios when I don't have any experience in what I'm doing. Hopefully the staff will gives us a tour (as I'm sure they will). I'll just have to take it easy until then...
Elizabeth
Pre-Service Note One.edevault
In a couple of hours will be our first trip to the DW Retirement Center, where we (Hudson, Robert, and I) will take the first steps of our service learning project.
Hudson, Robert, and I are the only ones going tonight: Megan needed her TB results in order to start working at the retirement center, and David...well, I'm not sure. We'll have to talk about common times to meet when our group collaborates next...
Hudson and I actually ran into the retirement center administrator today at the service fair convo, where we confirmed our time slots. Hopefully this time will work best for everyone, but our confusing, energy-sapping freshman lives have yet to give us an easy, simultaneous schedule. But, we're doing good so far.
Post later,
Elizabeth
Hudson, Robert, and I are the only ones going tonight: Megan needed her TB results in order to start working at the retirement center, and David...well, I'm not sure. We'll have to talk about common times to meet when our group collaborates next...
Hudson and I actually ran into the retirement center administrator today at the service fair convo, where we confirmed our time slots. Hopefully this time will work best for everyone, but our confusing, energy-sapping freshman lives have yet to give us an easy, simultaneous schedule. But, we're doing good so far.
Post later,
Elizabeth
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