I wish you could see Neola’s smile. However, senior home privacy policies prevent me from sharing photos of residents here. It’s a smile that radiates brightly all the way to her lively, dancing eyes. At the risk of taking a Cliff Clavin-esque trivial detour here, I’ll tell you that Neola means “young one” in Greek. And for a woman of advanced years, there is still plenty of vitality in Neola’s eyes. I always look for her when I’m playing to see if she’s smiling and singing along. She usually is and seems to know all the words.
The first time I played at this senior home Neola showed me just how much spark she has. She was seated demurely in her wheelchair in the front row, looking every bit like a quintessentially kind, tender grandmother. As I sang, a woman with dementia next to Neola was talking loudly to herself. Neola smiled up at me sweetly, then turned to the woman and with surprising authority barked, “Shut up!”
And so it went through the whole song. Neola smiled up at me. The woman rambled. Neola turned and told her to shut up before flashing a smile back at me. I thought I was going to have to break up a scuffle at one point when Neola threatened to throw her plastic cup of water on the woman. Luckily, a staff member intervened and wheeled the poor woman to the back. The octogenarian catfight was averted and the show went on.
So, this one’s for you, Neola. May you keep smiling and singing the rest of your days.