Meeting Place

I appreciate the concept of the Meeting Place. It's not a live-in care center, but a visiting center for people who need a little help, or routine in their old age. Walking into the bingo game was hard and awkward. The folks seemed confused and even a little upset that we had interrupted their "routine" bingo game, understandably so. Maria and I sat down with John; an old farmer who lived "jus' up the road, bout fuyive miles". He wasn't much of a talker, but he shared with us that he had a dairy farm, and that his father owned roughly 700 acres in the Newport area. John seemed to be pretty aware of his responses, but as Julia joined us and asked the same questions, John replied with entirely different answers. This didn't seem to phase him at all, but it was hard on us to witness that he was unsure of his own age, or the fact that it was biologically impossible for his father to still be alive. Regardless it was a good challenging experience for us to talk with him. I still can not believe the time Jack and Nina had, I don't think I'll ever forget that debrief in the park.