Went to visit some of our old friends in an Alzheimer's unit tonight, wow, what a choir! There were about 35 residents, we sang "You Are My Sunshine," "I've Been Workin' on The Railroad," "Let Me Call You Sweetheart," and a whole boatload of other old-timey songs, then in the second half of the hour we sang a bunch of old hymns; "Amazing Grace," "I'll Fly Away," "In The Garden," "It Is Well With My Soul," "Mansion Over The Hilltop," etc, etc.
One old gal came in and sat right in the middle in the front row. She sat there stone-faced for the first half hour, I figured she was just not expressive any more, but then she like came alive and started singing along with every song!
For me, this is like hitting a great golf shot; it keeps me coming back for more.
One old gal came in and sat right in the middle in the front row. She sat there stone-faced for the first half hour, I figured she was just not expressive any more, but then she like came alive and started singing along with every song!
For me, this is like hitting a great golf shot; it keeps me coming back for more.