just to visit together and have simple refreshments and play games or just talk and enjoy themselves. The job of Brother Chris was to listen for any issues that needed to be remedied in the neighborhood. Subsequently, the Brothers would quietly go about seeing that the needs were met. My “Mom” Nellie had passed away by that time, but I began to think about how she would have loved such a program. She was severely disabled from arthritis and rarely had the opportunity to leave her home because I mostly lived in another state and she had few resources. She would have loved the opportunity to meet with others like herself to socialize, to brainstorm with each other to solve problems of daily living, and more. So not too long after meeting Brother Chris I worked on a pilot program I called Nellie’s House in Houston, a program to increase the quality of life of older adults who were “invisible” to society, isolated and lonely. The pilot was in my own Nellie’s former neighborhood where ladies could travel just down the street to socialize and find opportunities to support each other.
Another long story ensued and I was not able to replicate the pilot of Nellie’s House. Part of a very happy ending to more long stories was that, as I like to say, my guardian angel dropped me down a chute and I landed in Maryland at Partners In Care at age 55 helping with transportation. Not only was I in a dream job that I loved, but I found that one of my other dreams had come true with no effort on my part: Partners In Care had decided to establish the Warm Houses program. They described it as a program “to combat social isolation and bring people together in their own neighborhoods for conversation and comraderie.” They also described it as a program “where new relationships are made and services are exchanged in a ‘virtual’ community that supports everyone for a richer, healthier life. At that point I didn’t tell anyone, but that guardian angel of mine and I did a private, gleeful tap dance together to celebrate. I couldn’t see her, but I knew my precious Nellie was dancing with us too.
Joyce Cavey, grants/outreach coordinator, Partners In Care
