We had our good friends Ted and Donna for our guests yesterday and today. We arranged to meet at the Country Club (Jim's golf membership) where Ted and Jim played golf, and Donna and I drove to the Outlet Mall to "shop 'til we dropped." We found some great bargains in Coldwater Creek, Liz Claiborn, and the Hanes stores. We ate in the food court -- I had sushi and Donna had "the most expensive chicken strips in the world" (her 2 chicken strips cost more than my 8 pieces of sushi, which was very good by the way).
The guys came home shortly after we did. They showered and then we all went out to eat at the Italian restaurant here to celebrate Ted and Donna's 43rd wedding anniversary. As Donna said, "43 years in the same canoe."
Happy Anniversary, Ted and Donna -- with many more to come!!
Today the guys went back to the golf course and Donna and I headed for CH as our first stop. I drove her around and pointed out the various vintage and antique homes there. Then we went into B. and hit the antique and boutique shops. Jim and Ted asked us later what we did in Brenham and I told them we
"visited" -- and we did!! The first shop we went into was a childrens store with a really sweet owner whose haircut I admired and who had a beautiful female boxer puppy (we discussed dogs and haircuts). Then we went into an upscale boutique and the salesgirls were so sweet and helpful -- even offered us anything we wanted to drink: lattes, frappucinos, smoothies, sodas, coffee, water. Donna and I opted for just water (it's very thirsty doing all this talking you know!!). Afterwards, we went to the jeweler across the street because while we were in the boutique, I noticed a broken prong on my engagement ring. I left the ring there for repair, and chatted with that lady, too. Finally, we went to the doll hospital where I talked with the owner about my Shirley Temple doll who needs her hair washed and fixed, and my porcelain doll who needs to be restrung. She was a very sweet woman and we enjoyed talking with her, too. Shortly after 2 p.m., we headed for home. The guys drove up 5 minutes later -- perfect timing. The four of us visited for awhile before Ted and Donna headed back home. We enjoyed their visit and our time together so much, and look forward to doing it again. They have such
joie de vie!
Jim and I had a volunteer appreciation dinner to attend this evening at 5:30 p.m. given by the VSC at BSS for all people and businesses who volunteer in some way at the state school. There were a few people there that I knew, but most were business owners from the community who volunteer or contribute financially to the Council who in turn buy/provide material items, entertainment, vehicles for transportation, take the residents on field trips, out to dinner, and other types of outings/field trips, etc., because the State doesn't provide those things. All the extracurricular things we enjoy in life is what the Council seeks to provide the state school residents (some whose families have "forgotten" them, or who have outlived their family members).
My brother was there with the "Sounds of Joy" choir. He was so glad to see Jim and me. As his choir group was singing, he would look around the room and wave to people he knew. I overheard a woman behind me, who didn't know me or my relationship to him, tell someone that he was "always happy." Another woman mentioned to her friend that he was the "happiest person she's ever met."
And ... I was the guest speaker tonight!! (I wrote my speech 30 minutes before the dinner -- procrastination at its finest), then didn't use it once I was introduced. What I had to say just came naturally and sincerely: I was happy and honored to be "his sister."
My speech in a nutshell:"In the 1950s, most 2-parent households had mothers who didn't work. There were no daycares to my knowledge, and special education was in its infancy. He was my "best kept secret": it was hard to explain why my brother was the way he was when even I didn't know why. I was teased and taunted by my peers -- so I just didn't tell people I had a brother or invite friends to my house. And when my parents made the difficult decision to place Warren in the care of the State of Texas, I remember mom doing a lot of crying.
When our parents died in '97 and '99, I became his legal guardian. Jim and I bought our property in B/CH in 2003 knowing that we'd build a home and retire here. We wanted him closer because the other state school was a 2-hour drive one-way and we didn't see him as often. I struggled with the decision to move him from the state school where he'd lived for 33-years with the same men: Would he adjust to his new home? Would he adjust to living in a co-ed cottage when he hadn't been around many women in the past? What would happen if he didn't like it here? Finally, in January 2005, we moved him to one of the cottages and he took to it like a duck to water. It was if he'd
always been there!
The impact that BSS had on him was fully evident by Thanksgiving that year. Jim and I had him home for a few days. I was astounded when I went into his bedroom that first morning and his bed was made! He had NEVER before done this in his life! When it was time for dinner, he set the table without being asked -- he spent about 20-minutes rearranging the silverware on each side of the plates, but nevertheless, the table was set. And after dinner, he cleared the dishes, putting them in the sink, again without prompting. These were huge milestones that the staff in his cottage had taught him in just 10 months. And recently I've noticed Warren has become more verbal, stringing longer sentences together -- I still can't quite understand everything he's saying, but he's trying to get his thoughts across much more than before.
I know I speak not only for myself and our family but everyone who have loved ones here at BSS; how much we appreciate everyone at BSS and the VSC and all they do for our family members. Because they really
DO 'bring good things to life'."
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After the dinner and speech portion were over, I had many people come to me and introduce themselves, telling me how they'd met my brother, and their personal stories about him. The crowning touch for me came when a woman, slightly older than me, came up to Jim and I and said that she had just put her son Chris in the state school today. As she told us this, she fought back tears. She was still struggling with her decision to move Chris from the home he'd been in for the last 19 years, wondering if she'd done the right thing. She told me that I had told "her story" and I have given her some peace with her decision. Jim and I reassured her that she'd made a decision that we feel she'll never regret. I feel good knowing that in some small way, I've helped someone else.