Catspaw referred me to this. It reminded me of visiting Aunt May a few weeks before she died in a really nasty, dreary nursing home where she was very alone. It took her a minute to recognize me. I had brought her a tape of Gay Nineties music by Joan Morris. She ignored the tape but went for the bait. Within minutes we were singing every song we knew and some I had never heard. When it finally came time for me to leave, she became very angry with me and started singing faster and faster as if she needed to sing it all before she died.

This place had the mandatory piano and weekly visits from well meaning amateurs. But she could have been so happy if there had been someone to share HER music at the end.

So, I am reviving this thread and suggesting that one location be named "The House of the Setting Sun". I'll bet we can get government funding if all the Mudcat women incorporate as a minority. Anybody have a financial background? Real Estate? I have a Geriatrics contact and will see her this weekend.

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