Every Saturday, Grandpa and I walk to the nursing home a few blocks away from our house. Mom didn’t like it because I would skip playing with my friends so I could be with Grandpa even on a Saturday. We go to visit many of the old and sick people who live there because they can’t take care of themselves anymore.
“Whoever visits the sick gives them life” Grandpa always says.
First, we visit Mrs. Sokol. I call her” The Cook.” She likes to talk about the time when she was a well-known cook back in Russia. People would come from miles around, just to taste her famous chicken soup.
Next, we visit Mr. Meyer. I call him “The Joke Man.” We sit around his coffee table, and he tells us jokes. Some are very funny. Some aren’t. And some I don’t get. He laughs at his own jokes, shaking up and down and turning red in the face. Grandpa and I can’t help but laugh along with him, even when the jokes aren’t very funny.
Next door is Mr. Lipman. I call him “The Singer” because he loves to sing for us. Whenever he does, his beautiful voice fills the air, clear and strong and so full of energy that we always sing along with him.
