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The Pinecone
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August 2016
Claudet te Powel l
Congratulations
employee of the month
Claudette is a valuable and dedicated member of the medical dietary team who always puts the
residents’ needs first no matter the circumstances. She consistently goes above and beyond to
ensure resident satisfaction.
- Mark Simpson, Director of Dining Services
My Chair
by Jo Williams
While playing in our attic
I discovered an old, old chair,
moved it downstairs to my room
and it stood silently there.
It became a place for my coat,
my hat and for the family cat.
Sometimes it was where
I just sat.
It was a close friend;
An imaginary plane to fly,
with two invisible wings
it darted across the sky.
Sometimes it was a sailboat
taking me far out to sea,
where I could watch big fish
jumping all around me.
Often it was a fire engine
with a ladder on its side.
A tepee when I played Indian,
a place for me to hide.
Standing it was a lighthouse
to help other men at sea.
I’d shine my flashlight beacon
and ships were saved by me.
The chair, turned just so,
became a cage at the zoo,
for a monkey, an elephant,
and a brown bear or two.
It was a horse I could straddle,
when I wore my hat and gun.
I was a cowboy in the wild West,
No one ever had so much fun.
It was the fastest bobsled,
sliding through ice and cold.
In it I won a bronze, two silvers,
and four Olympic golds.
With its legs facing forward
the chair made a great hockey net,
for me to guard and defend
when pucks came flying like a jet.
The chair became my table,
as I lay there in my bed.
It held all of my homework
and a lamp by which I read.
While I was in college
The chair was finally free.
Except for mother’s dusting,
Everyone just let it be.
Much later on my wedding day,
the chair held a few things,
the most important item being,
her glistening wedding ring.
I took my chair to our new home,
after explaining to my wife.
She agreed it had earned its place,
and would become a part of our life.
As the two of us grew older
mature items were found there.
Wallets, keys, glasses and books,
hid the scratches on our chair.
Years later as our family grew,
it held anything that would fit,
bottles, diapers and many toys,
plus little hands pulling up on it.
Making my way down the hall,
to check on little Ellery,
I hear a soft voice singing:
“Sailing - sailing, over the sea”.
Peeking, I wondered, “Could it be?”
The chair, a sailboat once more?
My child had found my old friend,
I smiled and gently closed the door.
Have you checked out
The Bistro at Kirby Pines?
The Bistro is serving
soups, salads, sandwiches,
burgers, pizza, pasta
and more, all made to order.
The Bistro also serves
breakfast every day,
a variety of
grab-n-go options
and delectable
house-made desserts.
So what are you waiting for?
3535 KIRBY ROAD
OPEN SUN
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SAT 7AM
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7PM