Thursday, June 14, 2018

Good Press (Rochelle)

Great news, everybody. Older buds Delores and Frances were featured in last week’s issue of the Milestones Newspaper. This is something we’ve been working on for a while, so I’m glad we finally have the opportunity to share this with you. Click here to read their stories.

And speaking of publications, older bud Norman had his stories and photography published in Drexel University’s fourth Writers Room Anthology. In this issue, Drexel partnered up with Nikon cameras to teach its contributors photography. The end results were featured in this anthology. I’m always cautious with photographing pages of books because I don’t want to land the older buds in any legal problems. So I just took a few pictures of a few pages, including one featuring Norman’s family photos from this post.

And I would be remiss not to mention Eugene Charrington and his book Messenger Blues, available for sale here. And if you happen to be at Broad and Lombard, come in and check out Mike and Linda’s art.

And after such a monumental achievement as getting two of our older buds published in the paper, what else do we do but sit back down and do it all over again? Milestones is asking for short stories on the subject of adventure. And Best Day is chock full of that.

And as we continue writing and sharing our stories, I leave you with this story to take home with you.

Rochelle R. Tynes 
The Mysterious Prince and Princess 

During my younger years, while growing up in what was called the “Black Bottom,” I went to Kendrick School at 37th & Warren Streets after graduating to middle school. 
I then went to Newton School at 38th and Spruce. While there, I met a young Indian girl around my age. I don’t know what type of Indian she was – or what made us start talking to each other, but we did and she went home with me for lunch. 
I remember that all their was to eat at my house was peanut butter and jelly, so we had two sandwiches with some milk. After school, she came home with me and she told me that she had no place to stay. 
My stepfather was not at home a great deal of time so I told her that she could stay, but when or if he came home, she had to get under the bed because you had to pass through my sisters and my bedroom to get to the bathroom. 
The next morning on the way to school, she told me that she had a brother and that his name was Hershel Higgins and that her name was Mayola Higgins. She did not tell me where he was staying. She stayed with me for about two weeks, either seen, hiding under my bed, or in the cellar. I met her brother Hershel during our art. Our art teacher had him in on our session to help him with his art work. He was a terrific artists and he seemed to be about thirteen years old. 
One day during recess, a BIG black car with several men pulled up into the schoolyard and went into the building. Almost immediately, they came back out and took Mayola with them. The grownups were talking and word filtered down to the children that Mayola was a princess and Hershel was a prince. I never heard where their country was or from her since that day. I had throughout the years thought about them, but over time, just forgot them until this writing session came about. I sincerely hope that they both are well and she thinks of me sometime.
Curated by Caitlin Cieri

Thursday, June 7, 2018

Caregivers (Pamela and Joan)

Last Sunday, I saw a play at Pig Iron Theatre called The Caregivers. The play dramatized the stories of several people caring for sick or elderly family members, and the lead actors were those very same caregivers. The most interesting thing about the play was...actually the most interesting thing was when everybody became parrots. They did such a great job imitating them and I cracked up laughing every time they came onstage. The second most interesting thing was when Ivan Villa interrupted Evelyn Goldberg’s nightmare to do Zumba in an embroidered sequinned vest singing "La Bamba."

But in terms of play development, the most interesting thing was how all the caretakers onstage were older buds themselves. If they weren’t taking care of their parents, they were taking care of their spouses. I had talked about this issue on the blog before, but The Caregivers addresses it much more openly than I had. In fact, one of the biggest themes of the show was how much of yourself you put into being a 24/7 caregiver. It’s a labor of love, with an emphasis on the labor.

Many of our programs are done with older buds who live at home, so in honor of The Caregivers, I'd like to introduce you to a few of them. Illinois in particular has lots of these types of sites.  When you’re done checking out the sites, you can enjoy this week’s stories from our Philadelphian buds.

Pamela Purdue 
Jumping Rope 

I was peeling an apple the other day. Upon completion, I realized that the apple skin came off all in one very long piece. I smiled to myself, remembering that my brother Russ and I used to watch a boardwalk orange-ade maker and his peeling machine. At eight and nine years old, we were once again spending our summer in Point Pleasant at a beach-front house. 
Though manually operated, the peeling machine removed the entire rind in only a few seconds. We’d grab the rinds and “jump rope” with them as we travelled the length of the boardwalk. Rarely did they break, but if so, we’d get back to the orange-ade maker and help ourselves to more rinds. Once in a while, we’d get a free, tiny cup of orange-ade; a “thanks” to us for cleaning up the peelings from the ground. 
We enjoyed such simple play, in simple times, in a simpler world that is long gone. 
To this day, I can’t drink orange juice without remembering our summers “jumping rope.”

Joan Bunting 
Mother’s Day 

Mother’s Day is a day to honor mothers. I believe that every day is Mother’s Day. 
One day out of each year has been chosen to show our mothers our appreciation of her love, care, and hard work to teach us manners, respect for others, and directs us to taking the right path in life. 
My oldest daughter, Rose, treated me to a concert at my church (Union Baptist) starring Shirley Caesar Friday evening. Before we attended, the concert, she took me to Penrose Diner. 
All of my children called to wish me a happy Mother’s day, even my youngest son, Harold, who is incarcerated. 
I feel so blessed because of how my children show their love towards me in many different ways. 
It hurts my heart to hear mothers say how their daughters don’t speak to them and sons that disrespect them. 
Someone told me that some children respond or don’t respond to their mothers because of how their mother acted towards them when they were growing up. 
But, if your mother has changed and has become a better person, forgive her and show her love. 
Regardless of how she was, she still is your mother. 
She may have regrets for doing or not doing what she should have done but didn’t do. 
If God can and will forgive, why can’t you? 

If you’re a 24/7 caregiver for someone in your family, please let us know. We’d love to hear from you.
Curated by Caitlin Cieri

Thursday, May 31, 2018

The Art of PSC (Loretta G.)

There’s a lot of crossover at the Philadelphia Senior Center. I can’t think of a single writer for Best Day who isn’t in at least one other class. I already knew that Mike Tsuei was in an art class, but I only just found out that his art’s on display! Here we have a landscape, along with a portrait of the artist.


This is something called an “encaustic painting,” which reminds me of a waxy collage.

And these two are papier-mâché sculptures. The shoes are traditionally worn at Japanese weddings.

Mike also got his portrait done by Yeung Choi, an older bud who hangs out outside Best Day.

He also mentioned that Linda Berry contributed some art as well. You might remember her from this post where she told the story of the Bird of Seven Colors. Linda’s not officially a Best Day writer, but we have talked about her illustrating some of our stories before so it makes sense to show off her work.

Not gonna lie, I’d love to hang that map of Stone Harbor on my wall. And since this post celebrates all kinds of arts, here’s our weekly batch of storytelling.
Loretta Gaither 
Art Class 

I drew City Hall and a car for drawing class. I cannot find the picture of a landscape that I drew last week. I enjoy my art classes at the Phila Senior Center.
I let the folks at my senior residence know that I have a surveillance camera like them. PCA came to my apartment to see if repairs are needed. The administration is peeved with me for notifying Harrisburg about violations in my apartment. I’m happy that we still have the writing class and of course, I miss Benita. 
I am able to read and write but a physical disability prevents me from doing so.
Thank God I’ve come a long way. Now, I walk away from trouble. 
I received a thank you note from Irma Bennet, who’s in a nursing home. I sent her a card and she appreciated my concerns. We have birthdays coming up in December 2016. Thank you Neha for writing for me. I love being in the writing class. 
And our older bud Eugene has brought in (and pinned up) business cards for his book Messenger Blues.

This exhibit will be up for two to three months, so if you’re ever at Broad and South, pop in and see Mike and Linda’s art. And congratulations on the exhibit, Mike and Linda. Best Day, represent!
Curated by Caitlin Cieri

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Memorial Day (Hattie and Ruth A.)

The weather's starting to get consistently warm, and Memorial Day is right around the corner. That means that everyone's got one thing on their mind and one thing only: the beach. All my friends and co-workers are either talking about hitting the shore this Memorial Day weekend or lamenting that they don't know a single person with a beach house. During this time when families, friends, and families of choice head to the shore en masse, it's important to remember your older buds and family members too. When I was little, I used to go down to Rehoboth Beach every year, but one of the most memorable trips was the time we brought my Gigi and Poppop with me. We went to one of those seafood restaurants with outdoor seating right next to the harbor, and even though it was bright and sunny we got caught in a blustering sun shower. We were getting soaked to the bone, but we all stayed outside and finished our meal because "it's just water." That was one of my happiest memories with Gigi.

So don't forget to bring your older buds with you on vacation. You'll make some incredible memories and get some wonderful new stories out of it. And if you want a little reading material for the drive down to the shore, we've got you covered.

Hattie Ellerbe  
It’s So Good To Be Back   
It has been a little over a year since the passing of my youngest son, Keith Lee Ellerbe. My daughter Karen and I are taking one day at a time and still trying to cope. We are surrounded by the love of so many. We still get calls and kind thoughts frequently. Karen was recently chosen to be a deacon at her church, Child’s Memorial Baptist Church. She will have to train for a year before she is officially ordained. I am so happy for her. Her pastor is the Rev. Dale L. Crawley. I am so happy to be back, Benita!!! I am glad to hear we are expecting a “May Baby”…  
Ruth Alsop  
Being a grandmother of seven grandchildren is very exciting. There are three granddaughters and four grandsons. Included in those seven are two sets of twins. Twins have always been an intricate part of my life. My first best friends were twins – Christine and Eileen. We became friends when I was thirteen years of age. We remain friends today. Then there is Jeanette and Jeanelle, we call each other sisters. We have been close friends since I was eighteen years of age and they were sixteen. We remain very close are very influential in each other’s lives and families. Last but not least are Jayce and Joan. They were my coworkers for ten years. We remained friends until 2008 when I retired. Never expected in my life to have twins as grandchildren. How exciting!

Curated by Caitlin Cieri

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Mother’s Day (Frances, Hazel, Loretta D.)

Good afternoon everyone. I hope you all had a Happy Mother’s Day this week. My mom had to work that morning, and I had an event to go to later that afternoon, but we managed to squeeze in some time together. In honor of this past Mother’s Day, I thought it’d be fun to go through the vaults and see what was written during Mothers’ Days past.

Frances Bryce 
Mother’s Day 
The Friday before Mother’s Day, I had the strong feeling that my daughter was going to surprise me with a visit, she lives in California. Nothing she had said led me to this innate feeling, maybe because I had not gotten a card by Saturday which was unusual and no flowers had arrived. 
Sunday came, no daughter or flowers arrived. I received a call wanting to know if 
the flowers arrived. We were both disappointed. She (my daughter) was very upset that she had been assured that the deliver was to have been made by Saturday. 
The day was not lost, my lifetime friend’s son and his wife are like my biological 
children, had a present for me, as well as their mom. We decided not to go out for 
dinner on Mother’s Day. One of the busiest times for Mom’s to eat out and not get 
the best of services. 
I learned that sometimes strong feeling does not always come to fruition.
Hazel Nurse 
Mother’s Best Day 
They say that truth is stranger than fiction. Maybe that is why I look forward to this wonderful class each Thursday. 
It is such a privilege to share our joys, concerns, and experiences, not only with 
senior members, but also with Caitlin, Donnell and many other collegiate friends 
who volunteer their services too. 
Several years ago, with the approaching Mother’s Day, my husband and I planned a lavish Sunday for my mother. First and foremost was a lavish breakfast followed by a church service and later a dinner at a fine restaurant with our family members. 
However, Mom arrived early and when my husband said, “Mrs. Palmer, this is your 
day! What would you like to do?” She replied, “Alvin, I’d like to go fishing!” We 
packed a lunch and spend the entire day with her fishing at Grist Mill. She caught a ton of fish too.
Loretta Dotson 
Some thoughts to ponder. Is there life on other planets? Have or has aliens landed? I really don’t know if there are little green men or big pink ladies or purple pampered children or could they be invisible? Wouldn’t it be amazing if they do exist here and could transform to look and are like us? Does your floor creak in the middle of the night? Do your lights flicker? Does your door bell ring and no one is there? Who turned off the T.V.? Who put the dish cloth in the refrigerator? Is your pipe missing? 
Is your ice cream slowly disappearing? Maybe the kids are telling the truth and they did not touch your stuff. If not them, then who? 
E.T. and family perhaps.

I hope you enjoyed the reads, and I hope you all have several Happy Mothers’ Days for years to come.
Curated by Caitlin Cieri

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Remember Me (Arthur, Jamie, Miss Mo, Gloria, Aileen, Amber, Gogo, Bernice, Helen, Hattie)

I watched Disney Pixar’s Coco for the first time a few weeks ago, and it’s a surprisingly good analogy for Best Day. The main theme of the story is the importance of family and passing down their stories, but the most important characters in the film are the grandparents, great-grandparents, and the great-great grandparents in the Land of the Dead.

The premise is that the deceased live in the Land of the Dead, a world not unlike ours. As long as the living have an ofrenda with a picture of the deceased, they can visit on The Day of the Dead, but if nobody alive remembers them they die for good. There’s one scene that takes place in a shanty town where spirits with no ofrendas live. A dying spirit asks another resident to sing his favorite song before he passes away, and the young protagonist Miguel is shocked to see him fade away.
"Wait, what happened?"
"He's been forgotten. When there's no one left in the living world who remembers you, you disappear from this world. We call it 'The Final Death.'"
"Where did he go?"
"No one knows."
"But I've met him. I could remember him when I go back."
"No, it doesn't work like that, chamaco. Our memories, they have to be passed down by those who knew us in life, in the stories they tell about us. But there's no one left alive to pass down Chiché's stories."
As someone whose mission is to preserve the stories of our older buds, that scene hit hard. Other moments in the film reminded me of Best Day as well: the single mother who worked hard to save her children from poverty, the father who’s desperately trying to find his daughter, the grandmother whose children don't actually listen to her, the people living in projects who only have each other, the list goes on. It's a reminder of how important it is to listen to the people around really listen and engage get them talking to you. In honor of that, I'd like to make this post in honor of our older buds who have passed on. They may be gone, but they're not forgotten.

Thank you for reading, and let someone talk to you today.
Curated by Caitlin Cieri.

Thursday, May 3, 2018

The Theatre (Mo and Loretta G.)

Back in 2012, I first found out about Best Day from my internship at Philadelphia Young Playwrights. My co-worker Donnell went to their sessions and asked if I had wanted to join him. The first day I went, I’d fallen in love with the group, and I also wrote for Joe for the very first time. A few years later, I convinced Philadelphia Young Playwrights to perform their Young Voices Monologues at the senior center. But the Philadelphia Senior Center made even more theatre connections since then.

You may remember me mentioning a play that Nouria was in back in December. Not too long after that, I saw this poster for Heartfield Home back in March. I missed both of these shows due to work, but I did bump into one of the Wilma’s employees on my way out last week. It’s good to see one of Philadelphia’s prized theatres getting involved with our humble senior center.

Mo McCooper
The Earl Theatre
One of the great places my Dad took me to was the Earl Theatre somewhere in the main business section of Phila.
There was a movie and a live musical stage show.
Pearl Bailey was a star vocalist then and “The Burma Road” may have been the movie. That was a World War II movie probably meant for adults, but I enjoyed it and asked Dad questions later.
Mom wasn’t well enough to share these adventures but she loved hearing about them later.
Pearl Bailey performed all over the world as did her husband, drummer Louie Bellson who was from England and was considered #3 in the world at the time. Pearl was from Philadelphia.
Trips to the circus, the zoo, and the sportsman’s show were also taken.
Loretta Gaither
Love to Dance
Today I heard the music coming from down the hall. I was drawn to where it came from and I went down to see as I danced. My favorite thing is dancing. A short time I danced, then return to the writing class.
My son, Eric, takes good care of me. I am able to take care of myself but because of arthritis, he helped me a lot.
I love the way Neha and Frances talk. And there is a tree up down the street and I love it the way it stood there.
I come in the writing class riding a bus to keep me motivated. I like to have fun in the center with everybody.
Open Community Center, I go there and some students from Drexel University come there for volunteering and its good that they remember me whenever I go there. 

I wonder if I could arrange a collaboration...
Curated by Caitlin Cieri

Thursday, April 26, 2018

Seniors for Seniors (Elliot and Brenda)

Last Friday, I had the honor of being invited to the Philadelphia Senior Center’s Volunteer Appreciation Luncheon. I didn’t work for the senior center proper, so I took this as an opportunity to get a better feel for the senior center. The first thing I learned is that all the meals at the center are cooked on the premises; an incredible feat!

The second thing I learned is that most of the volunteers at the senior center are seniors themselves. I know the older buds of Best Day are self-sufficient enough to run a session on their own, but I was floored by the scope of volunteers. One of them was older bud Brenda, who runs another workshop at another senior center. Another older bud gave a speech about how she learned English as a second language as a child and decided to pay it forward by teaching ESL to the Coffee Cup members. There was even a cafeteria worker, Lepy, belting out “My Girl” by The Temptations; he had the most beautiful voice.

As a non-senior myself, I’m left in an odd position. On one hand, it’s a bit sad that seniors were the ones who usually volunteered at the center. I’m afraid people will assume the older buds have it all handled and use that as an excuse to ignore them. On the other hand, I don’t want to rob them of their agency. The older buds are grown ups, not children, and they don’t need anyone to cut their meat for them, so to speak.* The reality of old age is that there are things you can do, and things you can’t do; and most non-seniors can’t tell the difference.

Elliot Doomes 
(Don’t) Trust Your Doctor 
I’m just fighting this battle to not lose confidence in doctors. One time I told my doctor I was allergic to penicillin so he gave me ampicillin. And I took it because I didn’t know it was a mixture with penicillin. I was young and I was almost 21 and you didn’t question doctors. It was unheard of. We didn’t question doctors because we didn’t seem them that often. We got sick we usually just got well. We usually just had some remedies. Some neighbors would see something’s wrong with you and they’d give you all sorts of home remedies and old wives tales. Eventually, one of them worked. So I took it and then I went to work. A half hour later I was wet all over sweating from head to toe. My boss told me to go home because he didn’t want me dying in the station. 
Then I went to another doctor and I told him about this. So he asked me what he gave me and I said, “Ampicillin.” And then he asked if my other doctor knew I was allergic to penicillin and I said “Yes.” Then he said, “Your doctor didn’t prescribe this to you!” And he dropped it in the trash can. Yes, he did.

Brenda A. Scantlebury
The Great Snowball Battle

I grew up in Harlem on West 117th Street. I lived right down the street from my elementary school; P.S. 184.
I remember the Snow Days when school was closed. Sometimes there was at least (24) twenty-four inches of snow. My friends and I would meet in the schoolyard and divide up into teams…we had a big snowball fight. There were lots of snowballs made and stockpiled so that we could beat the opposing team. Sometimes, we would look for trashcans and use the covers for shields. We also shoveled the snow to make embankments for protection! Sometimes hours would pas before we would tire.
At the end of the battle, the losing team had to cough up $ money to buy candy for everyone!
Ah… Ah! Those were the days. The times I remember, when we were young and carefree. 
The important thing about working with any group is that every single member of the group is an individual person. You can’t use the same practices on every single person. Some people need transcription for their stories, and some can take dictation. Don’t disrespect them by following a script and refusing to make changes.
*There are a small number of blind people at the senior center, and volunteers do offer to organize their food for them. The point is, the older buds don’t need to be babied.
Curated by Caitlin Cieri

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Rush (Elliot and Delores)

Everything’s in full swing at the Philadelphia Senior Center. Everybody’s coming back with the warmer weather, Norman’s working on his W.E.B Du Bois symposium, and I’ll be going to a volunteer appreciation luncheon on Friday. Last week, we were asked by the Milestones newspaper for short essays by seniors about the topic “Diversity in Philly.” The only hiccup was I only heard about this opportunity last Wednesday, and the deadline was that Friday! We only had Thursday to write a 300-500 word essay, but you know how good we are at writing substantial stories in a time crunch. Suffice to say, we made that deadline.

I won’t put the stories on this site yet, since I know newspapers can be stingy about where else their stories get published. But we do have some selections from some of the older buds who did submit their works.
Elliot Doomes 

Today is the anniversary of the day my birth, February 16. Today, I am 79 years old. 
And I have no living, immediate relatives. Everyone would have been order than I that passed on. 
These years have been very good to me. I have experienced the love of my father, mother, brother. I have even known the love of my dearly beloved grandmother. I have experienced the joy of experiencing the seed of my sperm come forth from the walls of a woman’s womb. I have never been wealth. I have never possessed silver or gold. But I have had a very rich life. I look back upon the years. I have had some grit, but I wouldn’t change a thing. For the experiences I’ve had made me who I am today. 

Delores Wilson 
Think about Someone Else 

There was a period in my life when everything was black and white. All about me. I thank God I have grown past that. 
My mom would say to me and my siblings “Think about someone than yourself.”
During the duration of the Vietnam War, I was critical of the soldiers would that were fighting in the War. 
The climate was very intense between the soldiers and the civilians in this country. 
When there was a release from arms forces, it was done at 12 midnight to avoid the protestors. 
My brother was a marine, did an extra 4 or so that my younger brother would not be drafted. 
When they finally had a parade for the Vietnam vets, I was an attendee to thank my brother and all who served the country. 
I am now grateful to God and for those who have served service in armed forces of the United States of America. 
Hate war, love the people who have fought for this country.
We promise that our older buds won’t forget all you readers and rebloggers out there when they get their big break.
Curated by Caitlin Cieri

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Spontaneity (Elliot)

One of the things I like about Best Day is how hearing other people read their stories can spark an engaging, workshop-wide conversation! After everybody read their stories, one of the older buds, just remembered something from her own life. Frances, Joan, Delores, Eugene and I got to talking, and before we knew it we were talking about the controversy with Facebook, school shooters, screen time, subliminal suggestion, changing standards of safety, parties they didn’t go to as kids, parties they wouldn’t let their kids go to...and out of that came three brand-new stories from Joan and Delores.
I didn’t get the chance to write them down or record them, because I was that engaged in the conversation. But next time I’ll ask them to write them down for us to put online.

Elliot Doomes 
Making Money in the Old Days 

(Note: This story changes in tone halfway through, since it was written over the course of two weeks.) 

I was working twelve hours a day and four hours a day on weekends. I’d be so tired that I’d come straight home and fall asleep. Sometimes, I’d have fallen asleep in the bath tub and my wife would have to put me in bed. Rich people don’t know about that. Sure, they lose money, but they’ve got friends to take them in and raise them up. But when I got out of school I had to go straight to work. And I worked before I even got in middle school. I was shining shoes and working the paper stand. And then, wouldn’t you believe the conditions where I was living in 7th and Lombard. It’s called Society Hill, but when I lived there, we had one room and a kitchen. We had a cot in the kitchen, we would have to flip up to go to sleep.
You see, these rich people that have no idea what it was like to have real hardship, to live like that. But I don’t regret it because it thought me how to fight. Not physically, but mentally, to grab what I needed.
I used to carry coal and wood. I worked in the wood cellar, and that was an after-school job going around selling baskets of coal and wood. Because back in the day, people had what I used to call coal ovens. And the coal and wood were for the ovens at night. And people had to do what I call “baking it off.” First, they’d light up the stove with wood, then they’d add coal and overnight they would “bank it off” by turning the damper so the coal burnt slower; so it would burn all night and keep the house warm. And that way, you could heat up water in a pot over the stove overnight, so you could wash up before school with warm water. Nowadays, you can get warm water straight from the faucet, but back then, that was the only way to get warm water.
I also sold shopping bags for a nickel to shoppers at the Italian Market. On a weekend, I could make two dollars and I could even get tips by carrying shoppers bags to their cars. And two dollars wasn’t nothing to sneeze at! You could go to the movies for just ten cents. Nowadays, everything got more expensive. There’s no such thing as penny candy anymore. And the bags I sold used to be just paper bags. There were no plastic bags then, but there’s only plastic bags now. Everything’s plastic nowadays, even the bottles. They used to be glass and that was another way I made money back then. I would collect empty bottles and return them to the corner store or any store where those products were sold. There were deposits on those bottles back then. The stores who sold those products would pay you 2 cents for each empty bottle. And beer bottles! I sold a lot of beer bottles! Five cents for a quart bottle and 12 ounces was 2 cents. They didn’t have 16 ounces back then.
Back in the day, any kid who was inclined to could make enough money to buy tickets to the movies or sneakers. Like I said, movies only cost a dime and I could buy a new pair of sneakers for $4.95. You could actually get a new suit for $27.95. I don’t know why they always put up sold things for something – ninety-five or something ninety-nine, but everyone was doing it back then. And a new haircut was 25 cents and if you went to Barb Devine, it would be 10 or 15 cents.
And that’s about it.
It’s true what they say, You can learn a lot by listening.
Curated by Caitlin Cieri