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Topic: Hair (07/04/19)
- TITLE: Where O'Where Can it Be?
By C D Swanson
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“Vivian, it’s okay. I promise you I will find it. You will have plenty of time to get ready for your son’s visit. Have I ever let you down?”
She shook her head and smiled at me.
The nursing home expected a great number of family visiting their loved ones, after all it was Christmas.
“What happens if I can’t find it? Do you think that Hazel will be able to do something with this?” She pointed to her head. “Years ago, I had gorgeous crimson locks which made the men say, ‘Hubba-hubba’ when they saw me. Here I sit, 86 years old, with what can barely pass for hair. Kind of sad isn’t it?”
I grabbed hold of her hands. “You still make the men say, ‘Hubba-hubba’ I know, and you know why I know? It’s because I’ve heard it many times as you, Miss Vivian, walk by!”
We laughed like two little school girls, but her laugh was particularly infectious. It just kind of grabbed hold of your heart and made it smile in the process.
Her gray eyes were sparkling, so filled with light. Time was kind to her, she was still beautiful, elegant and classy. Her clothes were immaculate, and stylish, her nails always painted to match her outfits. She was the best dressed resident in the Manor. Admired and liked, and loved by so many who lived and worked there.
During our conversation, the podiatrist came in to bring her to the office for her appointment. She excused herself after I reassured her, I’d continue looking for her hairpiece. Unfortunately, it turned out to be an exercise in futility, as I came up empty handed, and heartbroken for Vivian. I knew how much she wanted to wear it for her son.
As a last-ditch effort, I decided to look in a pile of clothing that was headed for the laundry before bringing it to a close. During my fervent search, my cell rang. I sat down on the clothes to take the call. I had to rush to a meeting. I stood up and made a mental note to come back and continue to help Vivian solve the issue of the “missing hair piece.”
I decided to take the steps instead of the elevator, as I had some time before the meeting began. I grabbed a cup of coffee along the way and made it into the conference room with minutes to spare. There were members from the State, members of the board, and the owner’s sons were present.
Smiling at everyone, and exchanging the usual pleasantries, I went to the podium where I was scheduled to give my speech, about the importance of another wing, for the Alzheimer’s population. However, it was disconcerting to say the least, because while I was speaking, I heard whispering, and a couple of snickers. I thought, surely, I must be mistaken. I contributed it to my lack of sleep the night before. Surely, I was hearing things.
I turned my attention to the overhead projection slide, and turned completely around. That’s when I heard an uproarious and unabashed cacophony of laughter! I stood paralyzed, rooted and completely stunned at what I was experiencing.
It seemed to me, at the time, that hours had lapsed, when in reality it was barely 30 seconds before Barbara, my best friend, whispered in my ear; “You have a something stuck to your backside!”
Barbara grabbed hold of it and then showed it to me.
And, yep—there it was—coming up from the “rear,” Vivian’s coveted head piece!
It probably was in the pile of clothing I’d sat on earlier.
Well, all’s well that ends well.
The good news, Vivian would be ready for her son’s visit.
The bad news, this story was told at every single Christmas party never to be left “behind.”
***True Story that happened to me at Bel-Air Manor, many years ago.
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