Ten years ago, I had to retire due to two hip replacements and visual problems. I was 81, very much alive, and hated being nonproductive.
I picked up the classified ads and read: “Do you want to share your music?”
I called the number, found it was the National Health Care nursing home at 34th Street and Texas Avenue, and told them I wanted the job and no pay.
Since that day, I have gone twice a week to play piano during lunch for their residents. I also have gone about blind and I play by ear. Yet, they come and get me every Tuesday and Thursday.
I also have to use a walker, yet I begin my stint by visiting 14 tables of four to six residents, chatting with them and having them sing with me. If they say, “I can’t sing,” I tell them to make a joyful noise. They love singing and laughing when I tell them “Broadway is Calling.”
Then I play familiar songs for 30 minutes. I say I am the nursing home’s Lawrence Welk. My tunes are familiar to everyone.
I started this just to occupy my time. It is one of the most rewarding things I have ever done. That’s because I have found something to do to help make life better for someone else.
In June, I will be 91 and have spent 10 years playing at the nursing home. I plan to continue as long as possible.
This is how I say thanks.
Jeanne Jones lives in Joplin. She is one of five Globe Thanksgiving essay winners who received a $50 gift certificate to a local grocery store.
