Thursday, August 26, 2021

Room Shuffle (Frances and José)

One of the challenges of doing Best Day in person is the air conditioners. Many of our older buds have hearing loss, have hearing aids, or are based on Zoom. Air conditioners can make speech difficult to hear if it's loud enough, and it's particularly loud over microphones and hearing aids. Last week, we toughed it out, but this week it got frustrating. We couldn't turn it off, so we had to move to another room. So if our photos look a little different this week, that's why!

 

Frances Bryce

07.13.2021

Entertainment

If you need entertainment, just for a few times, listen to one of the Judge shows. Not the ones that are trying to get the father tested for parental for parental rights and whatever they need or just to get on the TV.
I met a young lady that worked in our coffee shop who wanted to get on a show. She was trying to get her significant other, who was the father, to say he was not sure so she could appear on the show. He refused, so I guess some of the guests on that show may be suspect.
My day of entertainment came when an elderly gentleman did not want his neighbor parking in front of his house, a main, public street, that was available to anyone who wants to park there. He had a driveway to his house, but he wanted to park in front of his house and didn’t want anyone else to park there.
The court case was he was accused of keying the neighbor’s car because she was parked in front of his house. He maintained his reason, that if he drove from the street, he did not have to turn his head in both directions. Finally, the judge asked how he could amicably solve the difference since the lady had a legal right to park on the street that was in front of his house. He replied that she not park in front of his house, a hilarious moment.
He of course lost the case. Then he finally said, “I guess maybe she can park in my driveway, and I can continue to park in the street.” I guess he would be back in Court again.

José Dominguez

07.27.2021

Mi ultimo caso

One of those days of Spring 1972 I decided to end my brief career as a lawyer, and this story is to describe how my exit from that professional path was more than imminent. Well, in reality I never had been 100 percent lawyer. At that moment I was mostly a full time educator teaching among other subjects “Introduction to Mexican Law”. One of my former students, Julia, solicited my services as an attorney because she was fired for no reason by her boss Mr. Carballo. He was a plant manager that had the sadistic pleasure to humiliate and take advantage of his Mexican employees; he supposed that being Argentine by nationality was enough to do whatever he wished to mistreat the workers. Julia had a lot of information because she used to be the Manager’s secretary and thanks to her job she had the opportunity to meet personally the factory owners. I accepted the case and filed three lawsuits: one for tax evasion, a second for fraud against the workers and a third for firing Julia. All documents were perfectly translated into English and delivered to the Company owners back in the USA. Idle to say that the case became a very important one. It’s necessary to comment that Ciudad Juarez was in those moments a turmoil of foreign companies, mostly American, that desired to take advantage of the low cost of operation if they functioned as Mexican companies. One key person in that process was Federico Barrio Terrazas. He was a high profile entrepreneur who was the principal promoter of those foreign companies into our border city. His job was to facilitate all the requirements that those businesses had to comply with and minimize any obstacle that may obstruct their operation. Mr. Barrio used to be the former director of the Technological Institute where I was in those days working as full time employee. He was in Ciudad Juarez and El Paso Texas a very prestigious and powerful person. One day while working in my school I received a phone call of a secretary from the company PROMEXA. Immediately I acknowledged it was the organization where Mr. Barrio was the top manager. She told me, “Mr. Dominguez, are you available to attend to an interview with Mr. Federico Barrio? He needs to speak with you.” Idle to say that I was more that willing to meet him and also intrigued about why so important a business executive was looking for me. I answered, “ Tell me the hour and I will be there.” She told me, “It’s going to be today at 8:00 pm at the main office at the PROMEXA organization.” I knew that company and some close friends like Marcos Alvarez worked there. At the accorded hour I arrived for my appointment. A very gentle secretary conducted me to his office. The room light was not so bright but enough to identify our faces. He was working some papers and a desk lamp was focused in his working space creating a contrast between both illuminations. He stood up at the same time that extended his hand for a greeting he said, “Mr. Dominguez, a pleasure to meet you. I had the chance to meet your brothers that work for our factories. Please seat down.” Without losing a second he continued speaking, “It happens that you have the legal representation of a worker in a labor case against one of our customers, Mr. Carballo. That case is very important to us…we acknowledge you have done a very good job. We respect that hard work of yours and want to pay for your services, so please tell us how much is the cost of your professional services…we are willing to pay your legal fees and expenses.”
“A bribe!” I thought, “ This guy is protecting his client, offering me money to betray Julia.” It didn’t surprise me, I guess it was part of his job and also was an example of his ruthless efficiency. I responded, “I’m not looking for money and frankly that’s not my purpose.” With out showing any surprise he asked, “May I know what’s your purpose?”
“Well I guess you know the case, it’s against Mr. Carballo as you just mentioned. He's a plant manager that uses his prerogatives to exploit and humiliate his employees and operators. I’m only representing Julia but there are more people offended…if you want to know what is my purpose it’s that Mr. Carballo be fired and returned to Argentina to find among his compatriots workers to exploit, as he is doing now with those poor Mexicans.” Federico listened attentively and looking at me stood up and walked towards the door indicating that the interview was over. Before I left he said in a soft and sententious voice: “In regard to the legal case…We are going to win. Have a good night!” I left that place. In that moment it was clear for me that I was not only litigating against Mr. Carballo but against a total system of powerful intertwined interests. I thought: “I don’t know if I will lose the case, but for sure I will not loose my dignity.”

 


If you want to transcribe for Best Day, then email us at info@bestdayofmylifesofar.org. You can also share our older buds' adventures by donating to Best Day, subscribing to our newsletter, sending a note to our older buds, or following us on FacebookInstagram, and Twitter. And if you or the older buds have stories about moving, then you or they can submit stories through our portal right here. We're especially interested to stories from Black older buds, but we're always looking for stories from older buds of color, older buds with disabilities, LGBTQIA+ older buds, older buds of any gender or sex, older buds of any religion, and older buds who just plain break the mold.


And don't forget to maintain contact with the older buds in your life. If you can't be there in person, please call them, email them, or message them on social media. And if they're using teleconferencing or remote events for the first time, give them a call and help them set things up. Check in on them to see how well they're getting used to these programs. Buy them a computer or an internet package if they don't have one of their own. It's a human right, after all.

Curated by Caitlin Cieri

Thursday, August 19, 2021

Send Us Your Stories (Liz and Jewel)

Best Day Recently changed its story submission forms. We have one easy submission form for people to submit their story quickly, and one form for people who are keeping track of how storytelling can improve an older bud's memory. I tested both of them out today, and they both work well. To show you how easy it is to submit and share these stories, I'm sharing the stories I submitted through these forms just two days ago:

Liz Abrams

07.13.2021

Montreal

Not knowing where to rent a room in Montreal, what vicinity or what neighborhood was bilingual- I knew very little French. Finally, one evening going for a walk and to find an English newspaper, I met by coincidence one of my professors from Temple University.
We talked and had a drink at a nearby café and he asked what brought me to Montreal. I told him that I was hired by a manufacturer in the English part of town. They need an English-speaking secretary. He directed me to the Muslim, African neighborhood. Most of the students were from Gambia and Senegal, spoke lovely French, marvelous cuisine; I loved especially their peanut sauce.
I navigated the wonderful metro system and in the underground shopping at every station. Eventually I became very close to the guys and gals from West Africa and enjoyed the festival of the Holy season of Ramadan, the camaraderie almost made me a convert.
Enough of he the letters traveling across the seas. It was reported that there in the village of Gambia was a reporter from New York trying to locate his ancestors and hopefully write a book. Later I found out that the reporter was Alex Haley. The book he penned was Roots- later to become an Emmy awarded movie series.
 

Jewel Grace

07.13.2021

Selling My House

So, I was hit by a car and broke my tibial plate in November 2020. I was in rehab until January. When I got home, I found this letter from Spring Garden Towers which said that if I wanted to stay on the waiting list I needed to call by a specific date, a date which was before the day I got home.
So, I called Spring Garden Towers and they said they had a unit for me! I was hopping around on one foot using a walker, but I was overjoyed, ecstatic. I had to pack, get together all the paperwork I needed and prepare to move all in less than 2 months.
So, with the help of church friends I packed. Also, I was given clearance to walk on my foot later in March. My sister recommended a company that would pack, move, and unpack seniors. So, it seemed like forever, but my apartment was finally ready.
After I moved, I began the process of selling my house. My first realtor was awful, doing almost nothing, so I fired him and found some real South Philly realtors. Eventually we started a bidding war which led to the sale of my house. That was Friday. Then today, unexpectedly, my realtor tole me the buyers changed their mind.
Strangely enough, I am okay with this because they weren’t the buyer of my dreams. In fact, I was experiencing buyer’s remorse as I am pretty sure the buyer’s plan was to rent the house.
So, again I will be looking for a buyer for what I hope will be the house of their dreams, just like it was mine.


If you want to transcribe for Best Day, then email us at info@bestdayofmylifesofar.org. You can also share our older buds' adventures by donating to Best Day, subscribing to our newsletter, sending a note to our older buds, or following us on FacebookInstagram, and Twitter. And if you or the older buds have stories about using new technology, then you or they can submit stories through our portal right here. We're especially interested to stories from Black older buds, but we're always looking for stories from older buds of color, older buds with disabilities, LGBTQIA+ older buds, older buds of any gender or sex, older buds of any religion, and older buds who just plain break the mold.

And don't forget to maintain contact with the older buds in your life. If you can't be there in person, please call them, email them, or message them on social media. And if they're using teleconferencing or remote events for the first time, give them a call and help them set things up. Check in on them to see how well they're getting used to these programs. Buy them a computer or an internet package if they don't have one of their own. It's a human right, after all.

Curated by Caitlin Cieri

Thursday, August 12, 2021

A Mock Moth (Norman, Joan and Rochele)

Last Tuesday, we had a mock story slam in the style of The Moth. The World Cafe said they were hosting The Moth's first live show in October, so we decided to have all the older buds telling five minute stories, off the cuff, with no notes or props, based on the theme "spooky." The good news is everyone had incredible stories, some of which inspired even more stories and interesting conversations. Several older buds had surgery before, or their family members had surgery, and even a successful surgery can lead to an interesting story.

The bad news is that we were competing with the sound of PSC's air conditioner, which meant that the people on Zoom couldn't always hear the people at PSC, and the people at PSC couldn't always hear the people on Zoom. We may need some speakers for the computer, or to hook it up to a large screen TV. Also, many of our older buds came back in person after months of not even coming to Zoom sessions, so we kind of threw them in the deep end by going straight into a story slam.

To celebrate our progress on in-person sessions and our hopes about The Moth, we're featuring stories from our returning older buds:



Norman Cain

10.08.2020

In Touch

I don’t have a story today. I had a lot of business to take care of this morning. But I can speak a little on things that I’ve been doing and what’s going on in my life now in terms of my activities. Of course I have Best Day on Thursdays, and before Best Day I’m with the poetry group that’s facilitated by one of our members on Best Day up at Center in the Park. And we do our poetry in the mornings. So we get up from 10:30 to 12 and then I have an hour to come to our Best Day. That group in Center in the Park is by Victoria and 14th. I’ve already fallen in love with my Chromebook and I decided to have Word placed on it and miraculously, it was only going to cost me seven dollars a month and it works out better than what has been the Google type app that it has on there. Also, I would like to say I’ve been by phone in touch with Brenda, one of our friends, at least two or three times in the last two weeks, by phone. And I ran into Joan a couple weeks ago, one of our dedicated members, right, and she’s doing good because we sort of have a thing going on between members of 509, staying in touch with one another. We couldn’t find Joan for a while, but she’s doing very good. From time to time, Miss Abrams she comes to us, she’s very busy, so I’ve been in contact with her. So in spite of the pandemic, we seem to be able to find a way to come together. Years ago I didn’t want anything at all to do with the computers but they’re kind of coming in handy right now. Next week I really should have a story going on, so much happened to me between the last couple of days. That’s about all I have for right now but it’s so good to see everyone.
Brenda, I don’t believe Brenda has an email address. Liz has an email address, maybe, I’m quite sure she has an email address. I gave her your number, phone number, and she wanted to call you because she’s been trying to get on for some time so you can talk to her about that.
She probably does now that I think about it, what she has going on with her church activities corresponds with Best Day. I just remembered that, but I keep her informed about what’s going on with our activities here.

Joan Bunting

05.16.2019 

My Most Joyous Time

In my senior years my most joyous time is when I think about my children because I overhead my foster mother tell a friend that I couldn’t have children according to the doctor. That happened when I was twelve years old. When I was eleven I had my appendix removed. Two months later somehow I developed an infection and had two more operations. I had just turned twelve years old.
Well, I bore six wonderful children, all healthy, twenty six or seven grandchildren and I’ve lost count of great grandchildren and twenty some. I just feel so blessed. And all of my wonderful children shows their love for me.
I have two boys, which are the oldest and I have four girls.
When I think about them I just thank God and get to smiling.
They’re not perfect but I know that they love me.


Rochelle R. Tynes

06.18.2020

It's Only Temporary

I say that too, and um I know sometimes when I talk like this people are like “Oh here we go again” but I wanna know where is people safe. If the Lord has promised to stay by you and help you through everything, then why aren’t you believing that you’re not going to be one of those people that just go? The Lord know what he doing. I just don’t understand why some people they just, I mean if they hear that someone has the virus, they are like “oh” and expect them to die tomorrow. It doesn’t work like that. If it’s two percent and the Lord- I’m under the impression that what the Lord has for you is for you and if you goin’ get it, you goin’ get it and if you’re not you’re not. That’s the way it is.

If you want to transcribe for Best Day, then email us at info@bestdayofmylifesofar.org. You can also share our older buds' adventures by donating to Best Day, subscribing to our newsletter, sending a note to our older buds, or following us on FacebookInstagram, and Twitter. And if you or the older buds have shared their stories onstage, then you or they can submit stories through our portal right here. We're especially interested to stories from Black older buds, but we're always looking for stories from older buds of color, older buds with disabilities, LGBTQIA+ older buds, older buds of any gender or sex, older buds of any religion, and older buds who just plain break the mold.


And don't forget to maintain contact with the older buds in your life. If you can't be there in person, please call them, email them, or message them on social media. And if they're using teleconferencing or remote events for the first time, give them a call and help them set things up. Check in on them to see how well they're getting used to these programs. Buy them a computer or an internet package if they don't have one of their own. It's a human right, after all.

Curated by Caitlin Cieri

Thursday, August 5, 2021

Waiting (Carolyn, Delores and Norman)

Even though Best Day is operating in person again, our classes aren't as full as we expected. This isn't just because of the 11 person limit. It's also because some older buds haven't made the transition from staying at home to coming to the senior center. Even some of the Zoom regulars opted to stay at home out of safety and convenience. But it's also because it's summer, and some people just want to get their last trips in before the weather gets colder. Here's a few stories from a few older buds who haven't been to Best Day in person since March:

Carolyn Boston

11.12.2020

Grateful

It's not a story. It’s about how grateful I am and thankful I am for all the support I received during this pandemic. And I'm just thankful for the friends who have helped me through the pandemic, for the calls, the cards, for sharing jokes, for sharing their experiences and their recipes. I'm thankful for Pennsylvania Corporation on Aging for the care boxes from the Philadelphia Senior Center. For the calls from Just Listening they call you and they check on you to see how you’re doing and make sure that you're staying sane through this pandemic. I'm thankful for caring doctors and virtual calls whenever people call and ask me how I am doing I say, “No disaster only blessed.” And I want to end with something that a friend of mine sent to me that inspired me and encouraged me, and one of the things that I like to do is I like to inspire and encourage people as well.
But when I got this text I wrote it down and I said I’m going to share it with the class today. “Happiness keeps you sweet. Trials keep you strong. Sorrows keep you human. Failure keeps you humble. Success keeps you glowing. But only faith keeps you going. Your faith will not fail you.”
And I love that and I wrote it down and I keep it in front of me. And that's it, its just a short little synopsis of how grateful and thankful I am because of being quote unquote in exile right now and in what seems to be not just quarantine but feeling like I'm in prison. All these people even the people at the supermarkets and the cashiers and people that I've met. You know there's encouragement and there is hope. And I'm just grateful for all these things that come together to keep me putting one foot in front of the other through this really terrible, rough time.


Delores Wilson

02.19.2020

Over Price

In the 70’s when sneakers became popular and part of the American culture I met a male patient who was being prepped for surgery in the next few days. We discovered we had a lot of common interests. The field that I worked in was medical; we were trained in “holistic” approach.
One evening he asked me what was wrong. In a heartbeat I shared my story with him about my son who played basketball for Cardinal Dougherty High School. The school supplied the uniforms and the parents supplied the sneakers. I didn’t mind paying money for good shoes. However, I had no idea that sneaks cost as much as they did, if not more, for name brand shoes for men. I felt I had been robbed.
He looked at me empathetically and he said, “Mother, I understand your pain. I am a CEO for that company and I wouldn’t want to pay that kind of money for sneaks either.”


Norman Cain

07.23.2020

My First Evening at College

My first evening on the college campus that I attended and that was in 1961. And it was traditional during that particular period at HBCU's that freshman went through a hazing process.
At 12 a.m. around the of 7th January in 1961. I traveled by train from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to Bluefield, West Virginia where I would begin my freshman year as a student at Bluefield State College in Bluefield, West Virginia. After arriving in Bluefield around 7pm. I took a taxi from the train station to the campus. Immediately after disembarking the taxi in front of the boys dormitory. I was overwhelmed by a penetration of the intense wind driven air that slashed through my thick woolen coat, extra bulky sweater, long johns and onto the innards of my body.
Seeing as it were a step I could not recall having been subjected to such a vehement chill.
Additionally I was temporarily thrown off guard by the extraneous appearance of a cluster of boisterous upper classmen chanting “Crab, crab, crab” as I thought I was a dormitory entrance and descended the slightly snow covered steps and ambled across a bed of slicken ice up to the taxi where I stood frozen because of the brisk wind and being startled by what for a second I could see to be a berserk mob.
I quickly regained my composure realizing that incoming freshman at Bluefield State College were named “crabs.” That was the name they were given during the traditional HBCU hazing period. Several upper classmen hastily retrieved my luggage from the trunk of the taxi and with me in the middle and their chanting crab they generally trotted across a blanket of milky frosted snow through the (unclear) snow flurry that suddenly began to plummet from the sky.
Once inside the dormitory I felt the warmth emanating from there. I was led down to a door and the occupants within commenced to join the chant of “Crab, crab, crab.” Finally I was guided into a room where I was instructed to sit in a chair that was placed directly in the middle of the room. I apprehensively followed directions and sat, swiftly braced to myself, then I relaxed cause I guessed that whatever was about to transpire would be a part of an old age African American collegiate hazing tradition. The light came from a high voltage light bulb that extended from the ceiling. The heat from the chimney radiated through the wall.
The room’s (hot and glistening floor) was a mirror that it appeared as if it had recently been buffed with pine oil and it had a sweet aroma. The room was filled with upper classmen who for some reason or another remained on campus during the winter semester break. One said “You should have come in September. Then you would have been with 100 other crabs. Now there would be no more that 50 that would come for the second semester.” Everyone in the room laughed but me.
Suddenly I felt a pair of buzzing hair clippers roving across my head and the chorus of the old religious song Amazing Grace. I was being initiated into collegiate life; I started classes a week later.
I was there for about a week before the returning students came from the Christmas break and I think during that January we had no more than 50 new students come in and most of those were commuting students, so I was there by myself. In those days you had Veterans from the Korean war, because this was in 61,
But I took the harassment up until the Sunday when the students came back because that Sunday when the students came back that was like one of the best days in my life because I was a young guy, 18 years old, and I saw all of these beautiful girls. And I was not going to be acting silly around them.


If you want to transcribe for Best Day, then email us at info@bestdayofmylifesofar.org. You can also share our older buds' adventures by donating to Best Day, subscribing to our newsletter, sending a note to our older buds, or following us on FacebookInstagram, and Twitter. And if you or the older buds have stories about where they've been or where they're going, then you or they can submit stories through our portal right here. We're especially interested to stories from Black older buds, but we're always looking for stories from older buds of color, older buds with disabilities, LGBTQIA+ older buds, older buds of any gender or sex, older buds of any religion, and older buds who just plain break the mold.


And don't forget to maintain contact with the older buds in your life. If you can't be there in person, please call them, email them, or message them on social media. And if they're using teleconferencing or remote events for the first time, give them a call and help them set things up. Check in on them to see how well they're getting used to these programs. Buy them a computer or an internet package if they don't have one of their own. It's a human right, after all.

 


Curated by Caitlin Cieri