Activity
Director
Recently
married, hubby and I
moved to
Wheatland, Wyoming.
Half the
population was Wheatland
the other half
was a trailer park
filled with
construction workers.
People from the
power plant
warned us that
the townspeople
didn’t like
construction people,
but they
welcomed me as a volunteer
in Activities
at a nursing home.
I enjoyed
playing games, making crafts
singing,
dancing and going on outings.
And when one in
the department moved
I was hired on
as a regular employee,
and for a short
time I ran it myself.
Planning,
activities, paper work,
but getting to
know each resident
proved to be
the best part of the job.
I was attached
to each one. But then,
the time came
for the next power plant.
One evening,
home alone, I mentally
went into each
room saying goodbye.
Armed
with a box of tissues, I cried
for each
individual. Chances were small
that I would
ever see them again.
When it was
time for my goodbye party.
It was like
just another activity. No tears.
We had cake and
ice cream and they
gave me a
copper water wheel music box
that played,
“In the Good Old Summertime.”
Forty years
later, I still have it.
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