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