Tuesday morning I worked on blogs for the website. It is more difficult than before because I am using a laptop with which I am not entirely familiar. Our first appointment was with Marco Guete, the conference minister who like me makes errors. He mis-hit a key with a finger, so Rachel and I ate the buffet alone at Der Dutchman. (More about Marco later.) Then we went to Bahia Vista Mennonite Church and sat quietly in the small garden surrounding the columbarium that holds Rhoda’s cremains. Than Rachel took me to Sunnyside and she returned “home” to read and write.
I went to the front desk and inquired for Nurse Debbie. When she wasn’t in I left word that Martin Lehman had come in for his regular weigh in. When I told that the CEO was in a meeting I left word for him that I had come back for my old apartment. Then I waited in the library. The quilt was in its usual place. Several tables of women were playing bridge. I saw that my books were safely on the libriary shelves.
These playful encounters at the front desk and the reflections in the in the library set the tone for the Sunnyside visit. Encounters with old friends brought many pleasant memories from the past that blessed us and awareness of change and growths gave encouragement and hope for the future.
Soon Mary Bew came to the library to guide me to the new features of Sunnyside. We walked by the activity director’s office and Ann welcomed me in her usual enthusiastic style. She ordered the trolley to haul us around Sunnyside. The trolley used to be driven by volunteers from the Sunnyside community.Now a driver is employed . It seemed that everyone is justly proud of the new chapel under construction. I did not have my camera with me so I can’t show you a picture of it with this blog. Words alone must do w
The trolley dropped Mary and me off at the Bew apartment where her husband Bob joined the reminiscing. I went next door to visit with Vi Kauffman, Rhoda’s close friend and prayer partner even while we lived in Indiana. I napped on Bew’s sofa till about sofa then the Bews took me to the home of Miriam Nauman. Ken Nauman’s widow. Harold and Irene Shearer and Dave and Esther Kniss were there also.
While Ken was still with us we four couples shared occasional emails to stay “in the loop” as we called it. So we had much to talk about over the delicious meal served by Miriam. Dave and Esther returned me to our “home.”