Christine Kutz
Program Assistant

 

 

The word home should bring to mind a picture of a warm, comfortable place to spend time. I hope you find that on my web page.  The following poem, written by Jenny Joseph, is how I like to see myself, and how I hope other people see me.   When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.   I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railing And make up for the sobriety of my youth.   I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick the flowers in other people's gardens And learn to spit...   But maybe I ought to practice a little now So people who know me are not too shocked and surpirsed When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.   We should care more about people, and less of what people think of us. Once you have read this, I hope you will want to come to meet me.  I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.  Thank you.