Memory of Funny Days

An idea or opinion produced by thinking or awareness of past occurring in mind.

 

My friend Sue and I would sit on the sofa and visit. Many thoughts wen there our minds. We knew each other for fourteen years. Leader would find projects for us to do. Such as putting address labels on the newscaster.. Folding papers for events for upcoming events. Make coffee for classes that were being held at Senior Activity Center.

We did a lot of playing pools. We would play against the men. Two against one. Nine times out ten times we would win. Men would say we were lucky because we weren’t any good.

On Friday we played shuffle bored. We played with men. We were lucky again. Lucky ha ha they wouldn’t give us credit for winning.

I did exercises three days a week, for nine years.

 There was an originators the lounge. We had a friend called Elisabeth. She payed the organ quite well for a person who was bind. She would play old songs on the organ and Sue would sing. She had a lovely voice. She knew the words to any song you could think of. Remarkable memory. We had such good times with virtuous men.

We played cards with a man called Bob. He thought we were gonging up on him when he would lose.

Sue and I had a Japanese lady friend that would come in for exercise. She would tell us about her younger years  in camp in California . Her family was forced to live in a camp when she was little, during Second World-war (WWII). Than there is a man called Patric. He would give us some CD’s he had made we have quiet a collection of them. Some one of the radio programs. They are the sent us in the past, which bring back our childhood and adulthood.

The last two years we got slower and slower in our thoughts. I miss my funny friend sue, and those funny days   

By Mrs. G