Some stories of the resthome.

At this one event they have some weeks where people reminisce about a topic, the topic last time was childhood pranks and whatnot.

One woman remembered how for two years her and her brothers saved up cardboard shoe polish tin inserts so they could get a thousand of them and send them in for a soccer ball, and they finally did that and played soccer for like two weeks, and then someone kicked it over the fence and this mean neighborhood guy wouldn't give it back.

"We waited all that time, and we played for two weeks!", she was like.

Another woman remembered how her eldest daughter got glasses at a young age, like three or four years old maybe, so they put them on a little nylon string to keep them on her so they wouldn't fall down and break and she wouldn't lose them, and her daughter thought it was the funniest thing in the world to try to take them off and pitch them over the neighbor's fence, so her mom would have to run around and go get them.

That night at dinner, a(n elderly) (French) resident said she had something for me, and it was a little rubber rainbow Pride bracelet, that someone gave her at her doctor's office.

"I saw that and thought of you and thought that you would like it," she was like.