Thursday, February 18, 2021

LAUGHTER WITH VIVIE

For an introduction to Vivie, click HERE.

The nursing home didn't have a volunteer organization. Occasionally a church group came in for a hymn sing, or a local music group sang or played instruments. "Fuzzy Buddies" participants visited with therapy dogs and placid cats willing to be hugged. A pastor from the area conducted a church service once a month. Patients adored these visits. Although they loved many of the workers they saw everyday, new faces were special and fun.

The entertainment the residents enjoyed the most, however, was the time some of our nursing home chain's employees from another city came to put on a show they performed regularly. They dressed as country music singers and lip-synched to popular records. Our patients clapped in time to the music, if they could, and we saw many smiles that day.

The woman who portrayed Dolly Parton had plenty of make-up, a big blonde wig, and a large chest. 

After the entertainment, the performers walked around, talking to the residents and joking with them.

Vivie pointed to "Dolly Parton's" boobs. "Th-those are r-really something," she giggled.

Dolly reached in her blouse and took out two balloons, which she presented to Vivie, who put them in the front of her housecoat. As I wheeled Vivie back to her room, she laughed and stuck out her chest and made the most of what she suddenly had.

We found Bobby in Vivie's room, where he had left a pitcher of fresh water. Bobby was a senior in high school who worked part time as a hospitality aide. He was a nice kid who was always pleasant and even tempered. He also happened to be pretty darn cute.

As he left the room and we walked in, his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the chest of Vivie's housecoat.

After he was gone, Vivie unsnapped the top of her housecoat and called out, "Oh, Baaaaaahhhhhby! Bobby, why don't you come back for another look?"

Vivie wiggled and simpered as I laughed.

Fortunately, Bobby did not return. I don't think he would have known what to do if he had!

That day, I saw how happy Vivie could be.

But a few months later on Christmas Day, I saw how unhappy Vivie could be.

I smelled liquor as I approached Vivie's room. A scruffy man and woman––clearly inebriated––sat with her. They'd poured large cups of beer for Vivie and for themselves. 

I walked in; they departed. Vivie's face wore a frozen mask of disgust. 

"Do you want me to pour these out?" 

"Yes. That was my son and his wife." 

I never saw them again, and Vivie never mentioned them.

I had learned that the woman and little girl who put Vivie to bed every evening had lived in an apartment Vivie owned. They were devoted to their former landlady, and arrived at 7 p.m. sharp.

Every evening. Every 7 p.m., that little girl ran in to hug Vivie, who always smiled. 

Families can be made of our parents, our children, our siblings.

They can also be made of a landlady and her renters.




25 comments:

  1. Absolutely! Chosen family can often be the best! :)

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    1. I've had co-workers as family, neighbors as family, patients as family. They're the best.

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  2. And it's a gift to have the opportunity to choose a better family.

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  3. At least some people can comment. Maybe I can this time...
    And it seems I can - so I will put the comment up that I have tried to do lots of times earlier.
    Blogger refused to allow me to comment last time I tried. Hopefully it has relented. (It didn't).
    The family we choose is often closer and at least as important to us as our genetic family. And often more supportive too.
    I am pretty certain that what from you have said in the last two posts you and Vivie formed a small family.

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  4. In the days before COVID I used to visit many retirement centres to put on presentations about birds. The two favourites were always one on hummingbirds and another facetiously called "Sex and the Single Bird" about the different mating strategies of birds. They were always well received and I could barely get away after I had finished. Everyone had questions or wished to tell me about their experiences with birds. They never failed to ask me when I would return!

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    1. I'm so glad you did that, and I hope you'll be able to do it again.

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  5. So true about family! It extends well beyond the biological relatives.

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  6. Funny and poignant all at the same time! Thanks, Janie. Vivie lives again in your memoire of her.

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  7. What a wonderful, heart-warming story, Janie. It is a blessing when people go to a nursing home to interact with those that need more attention than they usually get. God bless people that do that. Loved the Dolly Parton story. xo Diana

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    1. The fake country music group was cute. Everyone had a good time.

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  8. I'm so sorry Vivie's son was a disappointment for her. (I know that one well about family members. On the upside, hurrah for the little girl who loves her.

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    1. That was the only time I saw her son. It was better for him to stay away.

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  9. What a lovely story it made me feel good

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  10. My grandmother used o say there was 3 types of family. The one you're born with, the one you make, and the one you choose.

    My family has components of all three.

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  11. As my friend of five years here in the park says, "Thank goodness we have each other!"

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    1. I feel the same way about some of my neighbors.

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  12. Another lovely story. Thanks for sharing.

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