Kirby Pines Retirement Community | The Pinecone

• 8 • The Pinecone | April 2026 Congratulations to our CHAMPION of the Month KIM WILEY LPN / Shift Supervisor Kim is very dependable. She went above and beyond during the snow storm. She helped ensure coverage, she picked up staff, stayed over and came in early. She always has a positive attitude, is always willing to train and is the first to volunteer to help. She is a team player and a role model for the staff and is a wonderful advocate for the residents, handling all their needs. - Kasey McGarity, RN, Director of Nursing Describe Your Family: I have 2 sons who are polite, kind and respectful young me. Describe yourself in five words: Honest, dependable, trustworthy and flexible. Your favorite thing about your job: I love working with the patients and the awesome staff at Kirby. Do you have any hobbies: Reading and cooking. What do you do for fun: Spend time with family and watch old movies. Favorite food: Anything Mexican. Favorite song: Sometimes It Snows In April by Prince. What is something you are proud of: My sons. What would you like people to know about you: I absolutely love nursing. Poetry &Writing Club JOIN THE CLUB April 6th at 9:30 am in the LCR Steve Tittle The letters Clyde got once a week from Miss Finn, suggesting that she was quite comely and thin, stretched it a bit, to keep his interest alive. In truth, she weighed in more near one-sixty-five! But… she’d lose 30 pounds between now and then! Their eventual meeting was bound to take place. Miss Finn, in a wagon train, joined in the race with hundreds and hundreds of other young ladies, their quest - give those cowboys their cooks, wives and babies! in those promised “dream homes” fit with curtains and lace! When she finally arrived at the edge of the city, more a cowtown I’d say, not what you’d call pretty, there stood Clyde McDivot, posies in hand, to welcome his bride and assume his command. She took one look, and said, “Ain’t this a pity?” Clyde’s jaw fell a bit, and his hat went atilt. In an instant it seems, he’d lost all his guilt about fudging his resumé in what he had wrote, claiming he was rich, when he didn’t have a coat! And boy, did she fib ‘bout the way she was built? In a buffalo herd, you’d be certain to find her. All that weight that she’d lost, it was right there behind her! But, Clyde had lied too, ‘cause that photo he’d sent was so many years old, it was faded and bent. So, they called it a draw, and went on a bit kinder. Miss Finn forced a smile, and in a short minute, Clyde squeezed out grin, putting all he had in it. She feigned not to see the debris in his teeth, while he dwelt on her chin, not the wrinkles beneath. Shoot, they matched up quite well, once they put their hearts in it! Miss Felicity Finn, the gal in this story, had a hankering to wed, but fell short of that glory. Ten gals for each gent were the best odds she’d found. There just weren’t no men to be had in her town, so she looked to the west for a fresh category. And, that was the guise that fostered her yen, the lack of a dowry, a shortage of men, a chance for adventure, escape from her lot, get something from life, at least more than she’d got, so…therein lay the plight of one Felicity Finn! She’d heard that out west, there were thousands of gents whose love ambitions had failed to commence. Though the essence of love was rife in the air, not a sign of a mate could they find anywhere, even lame, lazy, crazy, or riddled with dents! Meanwhile back east, gals finagled around the shortage of marriageable men about town. They sent out postings to all points west saying bachelor men might wisely invest in a match that would be beneficial and sound! Before you knew it, the pony express was besieged by letters sent out to impress any love-starved cowboy in search of a mate, urging “RSVP ya’ll, before it’s too late!” stirring up a number of camp-towns, more or less! Now, Miss Felicity Finn, our wanna-be bride, hooked up with a middle-aged farmer name of Clyde. By mail, he bragged how he’d feather her nest, but between you and me, he was solvent at best! Didn’t want her to feel that he warn’t bonafide! The Mail Order Bride Poemby Steve Tittle