^Every Day Is Thanksgiving Day'
■Ws- do. ish dad the :on- spi- > to huj) <. •> Mrs. M innie Nicholas Saba Morales Delia Williams Mr. and Mrs. Earl Pearse ■ i ^Every Day Is Thanksgiving Day’ r! By Sue Roethele and StafT, give personal attention to each thankful I’m not in a wheelchair, and One patient, an elderly woman who Most people in the area mark Thanks- resident. despite all the sickne.ss we’ve had. I’m broke her hip and found private care givinK with varying amounts o f cheer, glad my husband is not an invalid. He’s impractical, smiles when she talks of her NOle plenty of turkey, and perhaps, bicarbo FO R T H E most part, Samaritan’s in pain, he’s uncomfortable, but he’s not "wonderful daughters who take care of MOP nate of soda. guests are happy people ... warm, toler an invalid.” me.” The tears, however, roll quietly lUit For many others, the day would seem ant, patient. Their days are spent in down her cheeks when she speaks of the Christine Nash, a 58-year-old native of a cheerless one, however brightened by quiet recreational activities, reading, home she once had and how she misses Canton. Miss., has been bedridden nearly the visit of a friend or relative, turkey chatting with their fellow guests — but it. 20 years. She has suffered from rheuma and trimmings on the menu, and, per mostly, remembering. toid arthritis since she was 14 and has haps, a tiny decoration on the table next One couple, who gave up a private res SOM EHOW, despite their pain, guests seldom been relieved of pain.
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