
To conclude this mini-series on Fun With the Elderly, I have my own stories from a few years back when I was Middle Child's Girl Scout leader. We used to take the troop to a local retirement home for planned activities.
During the holidays one year, the girls sang Christmas carols and played their respective instruments for the residents. We also had a bingo session planned. The activity director at the facility had told me how much the old folks enjoyed Starlight Mints and suggested we use them as the bingo chips. I went out and bought a bunch of the 79 cent bags, along with some tins of Christmas cookies.
After the musical portion of our day, the girls handed out the bingo cards to tables of 4 (3 residents/1 girl scout) and I walked around and deposited handfuls of the wrapped candies in the middle of each table. Just as I was about to start calling out numbers, one of my scouts came up and whispered in my ear, "We don't have any of the candy bingo markers at our table." I was confused as I was certain I hadn't missed a table. That's when she said, "A lady at our table took all the candy and put it in her purse!" If that wasn't bad enough, I found out that the elderly take their bingo game very seriously. I made a huge error in not having prizes for the winners. Every single time someone yelled "Bingo!" their next question was, "What did I win?" Try explaining that you are just playing "for fun" to a group of 80 year olds!
Another time, we went near Easter to help the residents make foam door hangers. The scouts had fun helping them glue on bunnies and the like and many of the residents wanted the girls to write their names for them because their hands were too shaky. Midway through the craft, an elderly gentleman came strolling in, wondering what we were doing. One of the old ladies was like, "Fred........we're making door hangers; come sit down and make one with us." To which Fred replied, loud and clear for all the world to hear, "I'll give you something to hang that door hanger on!"
My fellow troop leader and I had to leave the room for a good 10 minutes until we were able to compose ourselves. To this day, whenever we run into each other, we quote Fred.
God bless the Freds of the world! There's one in every crowd!
ReplyDeleteWell, good for Freddie. . . And even better, if he really could. . . ;)
ReplyDeleteDo your seniors call out clever little 'slogans' during the Bingo games? I was at a game once where they did that, and when 'O-69' was called, everybody called out 'Dinner for Two!' Which just about made me wet my pants. . .
(Sorry, but that's the only one I remember. . .)
I used to be terrified of nursing centers when I was a kid but now I love going to them. I love to talk to the residents and hear their stories. I've yet to run into a Fred though.
ReplyDeleteNever cross the elderly, they got it going on!
ReplyDeleteFor many years I taught a Sunday school class and once a month I took the boys over to help with the service at the naighboring nursing home. One of the ladies said I looked just like her late hubby and would insist that I wear his wedding ring every time we came. We compromised and I wore it on my right hand, but she was delighted and talked more than a dozen others into attending with "her and her fill-in husband and our boys". The boys and I were privileged to meet her family, sadly it was at the funeral but they were happy to meet Mom's new extended family.
FADKOG - There really is, isn't there?
ReplyDeleteDes - No slogans were called out - are you being serious about the O-69??
Mama - You've got to love how they just say whatever they want without a censor.
Xavier - Ok, that story just about breaks my heart :(
I'm absolutely serious. Like I said, I don't really remember any of the others, but I vaguely recall that several of 'em were just rhymes - 'seven/Heaven', 'four/door', etc; maybe a couple of the 'six' ones were sorta double-entendre-ish. . .
ReplyDeleteBut 'O-69. . . Dinner for Two' is seared into my memory. . .
And of course, it's all the funnier, 'cuz it suggests that the 'sexual' connotation of '69' goes back at least to my grandparents' generation. . .
Which makes me smile. . .
Really? The boys and I (an the dear lady's family) found it heart-warming and almost inspiring. Guess I should mention that the family said she was sullen and depressed for years after her husband's passing until we 'hooked up'. After that, she perked back up and was herself again for her last few years.
ReplyDeleteGuess it might have helped to say that to begin with, huh?
When I was about 14 some of us went to help at a nursing home once, and I got trapped one-on-one in a room with a very old lady who wanted me to help her "change clothes."
ReplyDeleteThat trauma might very well be the source of some of my present-day issues...
Ha ha! That reminds me of a silly joke - who's the most valuable man at the nudist colony? The one who can carry two cups of coffee and half a dozen donuts.
ReplyDeletelol, having worked in a nursing home i can attest to the veracity of all of this!
ReplyDeleteDes - That's naughty.
ReplyDeleteXavier - I have this thing about seniors and loneliness. Thinking about it just makes me sad.
FTN - Yesterday, some old guy asked College Daughter if she needed a spanking. Gross!
Citizen - That's both funny and gross.
Lime - Thanks for the backup!
Well, let's try another story then. One of the fellas who regularly speaks at the nursing home is Charles Todd. One day one of the residents asked him his name to which he responded "Charles". She asked hime to repeat it and to stop whispering (bit of hearing loss) so he repeated it. and she repeated it. Well, she naturally asked for his last name,and this time he said it good and loud: "Todd". She paused, looked perplexed, then asked again so he said it even louder. She lowered her head and was uncharacteristically quiet until he had wheeled her to her place in the hall.
ReplyDeleteWhen Charles stepped up to speak she looked up, turned to her friend next to her, and hollered (to her also hearing impaired friend) "He says he's God. We're gonna hear from God today. Did you know his name was Charles? I never knew that."
We tried and tried to convince her his name was Todd not God but she called him Charles God for several years. The boys had a great time picking on him about it as well.
We never did figure out whether she was having fun with him or really thought he called himself God.
Can I quote Fred, too?
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LOL.. that is hilarious!! My mom works in a long care home with the elderly and boy oh boy does she have stories....
ReplyDeleteGreat story. My youngest is going to volunteer at a Alzheimer's home this summer. Should be a great experience for her...
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