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Pic Of The Day #600

Yesterday, I gave a talk at the Senior Center. The subject was “The View From ‘06880.’” Here’s a view of the large, lively audience a few minutes before I began. (Photo/Dan Woog)

Ade’s Vanishing Saugatuck

The 9-foot bulletin board in the lobby of the Westport Senior Center is available for 1 month, to any artist or arts group that wants to showcase their work.

October is Ade Van Duyn’s turn.

Ade Van Duyn, with her exhibit at the Senior Center.

A painter, she lived with her husband and 4 children on Hillspoint Road. She shopped at Max’s Art Supplies, Klein’s, the Remarkable Book Shop and Greenberg’s. She enjoyed the Ice Cream Parlor too.

Ade always loved Saugatuck. It felt intimate and friendly — like an old-fashioned village.

Driving up and down Saugatuck Avenue near I-95 Exit 17, she never questioned its lack of a sidewalk, driveways or access to homes.

Recently, while looking for an interesting subject to paint, she was fascinated by the appearance of some of the properties.

But, Ade says, her fascination took on a darker tone.

She painted a concrete wall with a door cemented shut.

A door sealed shut …

A house on a hill with “endless stairs to an invisible entrance.” An empty store disappearing into the hillside.

… and stairs to nowhere.

“My paintings turned into a message: These places are the ugly symbols of a vanishing community,” she says.

And, she asks, “Should we preserve those that are still whole, alive and healthy — those that are still there?”

Now Hear This!

Alert “06880” reader Dick Lowenstein writes:

I did not know I was hard of hearing until my uncle asked me to face away from him at the end of the hall in my grandmother’s apartment. He asked me questions to which I did not respond. I was 6 years old.

Doctor visits and hearing tests, followed by experimental radium and X-ray treatments, until finally what made a difference: lip reading and speech lessons.

Not until I was a 16-year-old high school senior did I get a hearing aid. That helped me comprehend college lectures. I wore that pendant receiver around my neck, with an earpiece to transmit amplified sounds, reluctantly.

As time progressed my hearing worsened. But technology progressed, and the aids became smaller. I went to binaural (both ears) aids built into my eyeglass template pieces, and finally to behind-the-ear models that I wear today. I function pretty well with them, but not in wartime or water!

New technology — better than what I currently use — is now here. Bluetooth and cell phone captioning are 2 examples. This Tuesday (October 2, 11 a.m., Westport Senior Center) the local chapter of the Hearing Loss Association of America sponsors a presentation on these new technologies.

The event is free, open to the public — and captioned.

(For more information, email mczola@optonline.net)

A Bluetooth hearing aid is indistinguishable from other Bluetooth devices.

Services Tomorrow For Fran Reynolds

Frances “Fran” Reynolds, a Westport resident for 56 years, and the much-loved senior services coordinator for the Department of Human Services, died Friday. She was 89.

Her obituary says, “Fran was an amazing and inspiring woman whose laugh and smile warmed all those who knew her. She loved going to Compo Beach, gardening in her yard and New York City, but most of all, spending time with her family and friends, who she viewed as her greatest gifts.”

Fran graduated in 1949 from Wellesley College. She then attended Yale University for Graduate Studies, as one of the first few female students.

Fran Reynolds

Fran worked for the National Tuberculosis Association and American Lung Association in New York City. She met and married the love of her life, Bob, and moved to Westport. In addition to serving as senior services coordinator for Westport for almost 25 years, Fran was on the board of directors for the Southwestern Connecticut Agency on Aging, Visiting Nurse and Hospice of Fairfield County and Westport Senior Center. She received numerous awards for  her work.

Survivors include her children and their spouses, Suzanne and Vincent Baum of Connecticut, and Dorothy and David Verani of New Hampshire; granddaughters Megan, Katie, Kiera and Julia; nephew Alan Leland; niece Nancy McGuinty, and 10 great-nieces and nephews. She will also be missed by Bob’s daughter, Carolann, her grandson Kent and great-grandchildren, Danielle and Luke.

Visiting hoursare  at Collins Funeral Home in Norwalk tomorrow (Thursday, May 31, from 9 to 10:30 a.m., followed by a mass at St. Luke’s Church in Westport (11 a.m.).

Sorry, Senior Center!

That’s what I get for relying on tipsters.

A few minutes ago, I posted a story referring to the Post Road East street that appeared seemingly overnight between the Sunoco and Mobil stations, opposite the Westport Country Playhouse:

Based on an email I had received, I wrote that it created new access to the Baron’s South property.

It does. But only if you go through the Senior Center.

Former 2nd selectman Avi Kaner notes that the road is part of the Senior Center enhancement project.

Happy trails!

Seniors And Teens Share Stories — And Lunch

One of the Senior Center’s most popular activities is a Writing Workshop. Jan Bassin guides men and women — many of whom have never written for pleasure — through the transformative process of turning their long lives and powerful insights into words that will live forever.

One of Staples High School’s most popular electives is Reading and Writing Fiction. Kim Herzog and David Stockwell help teenagers — many of whom don’t think of themselves as writers — turn their creative ideas into words they can be proud of.

Last spring, Bassin invited Julie Heller — the Westport school district’s grade 6-12 English coordinator — to her group’s final workshop. Heller was awed by the senior citizens’ eloquence and honesty. When Bassin asked if the Center could collaborate with Staples on a writing project, Heller immediately thought of Herzog and Stockwell.

Joining forces was easy. Figuring out what to write about together was not.

Eventually, the instructors settled on food. Senior citizens and high school seniors have something in common: “We all eat, smell and experience food,” Herzog says.

Earlier this month, both groups gathered at the Senior Center. They divided up, a few per table. They introduced themselves, then read their works.

Talking together …

Many older writers told personal stories. Many teenagers chose fiction. But all wrote powerfully, and well.

One woman described growing up in Europe, during World War II. An American soldier gave her a wonderful drink. Years later — now in the U.S. — she tasted it again.

Amazed, she asked its name.

“Coca-Cola,” she was told.

… reading …

Another woman related her first experience with oysters. They were not, she said, as fantastic as she’d heard.

The Staples students “couldn’t believe how honest” the Senior Center writers were, Herzog syas.

As for the younger writers: Their creativity and emotion stunned the older men and women.

It was the first time some of the Stapleites had sat down with senior citizens who were not their grandparents.

“It was great to watch,” Stockwell says. “The kids couldn’t stop talking about their experiences. And the seniors raved about the students.”

“Their collective writing skills were surpassed only by their good manners, self-confidence and the ease with which they made conversation,” one Senior Center member wrote afterward.

… and listening. (Photos courtesy of wanderinginwestport Instagram)

“The shortest distance between two people is a story,” Herzog notes.

And the quickest way to share experiences is through food.

So — naturally — both groups ate together too.

Westport Pizzeria, Trader Joe’s and Stew Leonard’s all donated lunch.

That’s something else to write home about.

Bernie Perry’s Iran

It’s tough to get to Iran.

But you don’t have to travel halfway around the world for a glimpse at that country’s fascinating daily life.

Just go to the Senior Center.

Internationally acclaimed photographer Bernie Perry has developed a book and gallery show called “Iran: Lifting the Veil.” On Thursday, he unveiled an exhibit of his work.

(Photo/Bernard Perry)

Perry — who specializes in social photography — has unlocked some of the mysteries of that ancient land. He is particularly pleased to have interviewed and photographed young women pushing hard for more personal freedoms and better jobs.

His work will also be on display at the Saugatuck Digital Arts Workshop (1499 Post Road, Fairfield) beginning November 16.

“06880”‘s tagline is “Where Westport Meets the World.” Thanks to Bernie Perry, we’ve all got a chance now to examine one of the most historic, yet opaque, parts of that world.

(Photo/Bernard Perry)

Unsung Hero #5

Dana Johnson moved to Saugatuck over 30 years ago. He married Ginny, and is an avid tennis player.

He’s our unsung hero because of all his work with the Senior Center. He serves meals, calls Bingo every Thursday to a devoted crowd, and organizes events like the Staples Senior Golf Tournament — an inter-generational event involving the high school boys and girls teams that benefits the center’s fitness program.

Dana Johnson (2nd from right, with clipboard), at the Staples Senior Golf Tournament.

Dana also volunteers 2 days a week at the center’s congregate lunch program, as a “waiter.”

Loretta Hallock calls him “one of the most unselfish people I know.”

Senior center director Sue Pfister adds, “Dana’s warm smile and gregarious personality are welcome any day of the week here. The only problem I have with him is, he’s a Red Sox fan!”

Congratulations, Dana. Thanks for all you do, for so many!

Portrait Of The Artist As An Older Man

In 2001 — after 18 years in Weston — Murray Rosenzweig and his wife Susan Hauser moved to Stamford. Their daughter, son-in-law and young grandchildren were there. When the house next door came on the market, the grandparents bought it.

Five years later, their daughter’s family moved to Westport, for the schools. Murray and Susan went back to Weston.

Around the same time — after 55 years as a radiologist — he retired.

“At great distress to my wife, I had no thought about what I’d do,” he recalls. “I read a lot, but I had no interest in ‘doing.'”

He joined the Y’s Men, and “met nice people.”

After a while, he “finally” went to Westport’s Senior Center.

Susan — “kind of an artist” — talked her husband into taking a painting class taught by Eddie Nino.

Rosenzweig had no art background whatsoever. But, he notes, “as a radiologist I knew where and how the head turns.”

Some of Murray Rosenzweig’s portraits.

He’d spent more than half a century thinking of skin as “a barrier to get through as quickly as possible, to see underneath.”

Now, he says, “I’m studying the skin.”

The results are remarkable. At 90 years old, Rosenzweig has become a very good portrait artist.

He downplays his talent.

“We’ve got a good group,” he says of his class — the 2nd one he’s taken with Nino. “We all encourage each other. It’s not competitive.”

Rosenzweig’s works are now on exhibit at the Senior Center. He never thought they’d be seen by anyone. But, he admits, “Eddie is proud of me.”

Murray Rosenzweig with his portraits, in the Westport Senior Center.

His 2nd career is full of surprises. The other day, someone asked the price of one of his portraits.

“They’re not for sale,” he says. “They’re like my children.”

Senior Center: Town Jewel Seeks Enhancements

There are about as many senior citizens in Westport as school-age children.

But you can’t lump all our older folks together, any more than you can say kindergartners are the same as, um, seniors.

The men and women who frequent our Senior Center — formally known as the Westport Center for Senior Activities — range in age from 60s to 90s. Some come nearly every day; others regularly, or infrequently.

They head to the handsome downtown building for a variety of reasons: Fitness, aerobics, Pilates or yoga. Discussions and lectures. Meet longtime friends, and make new ones. Parkinson’s support groups. Lunch. Use computers. Play pool, bridge, poker, Scrabble or ping pong. Paint, sculpt or sketch. Read. Help with taxes, financial planning or Medicare options. Parties. Movies. Blood pressure screening or flu shots. Find companionship, and a community.

A Senior Center lecture draws a typical full house.

Our Senior Center is one of the most popular, well organized and best staffed in the country. But growth — up to 350 people a day — has created a critical need for enhancements.

In 2007, town planners predicted the Imperial Avenue center would run out of space in 2011. The recession forced improvements onto the back burner.

For the past 7 years, they’ve been part of the 5-year capital forecast. On Wednesday, May 17 (8 p.m., Town Hall), Senior Center representatives will ask for $3.9 million for enhancements.

Plans for the enhanced Senior Center. Click on or hover over to enlarge.

The Senior Center — run under the umbrella of the Human Services Department — has been around since the mid-1980s. Originally one room in the YMCA’s Bedford Building, it expanded when Greens Farms Elementary School closed (space there was shared with the Westport Arts Center).

When Greens Farms reopened, the Senior Center moved to a couple of rooms at Staples High School. The Imperial Avenue facility — built with strong support from First Selectman Dianne Farrell — opened in 2004. (“Ahead of schedule and under budget,” director Sue Pfister notes with pride.)

Much has changed since then. Closing hours were lengthened and Saturdays added, to accommodate seniors who still work.

Westport’s 60-plus population has risen dramatically — and they’re living longer.

As the Senior Center expanded its programming, more men and women attended more often.

There’s no more room for some activities. Four times a year, when registration opens for popular classes like yoga (gentle, regular and intense levels), the line forms at 6:30 a.m.

The small fitness area was filled to capacity on Saturday morning.

The other day, Pfister joined Enhancement Committee chair Lynn Goldberg and member Martha Aasen to explain the $3.9 million request.

There are 3 prongs.

One involves adding 4,500 square feet, offering:

  • More room for existing and new programs.
  • Space to socialize. “Many people meet friends here; they don’t go to each other’s homes nowadays,” Pfister says.
  • Meals to go (the Center serves 11,000 lunches a year — but for some seniors it’s their only real meal of the day).
  • Flexibility to adapt to changing future needs. “There’s a whole group of ‘new elders’ coming down the line,” 87-year-old Aasen notes.

(From left): Martha Aasen, Lynn Goldberg and Sue Pfister. Fitness equipment is stored in the hallway, because there’s no room anywhere else.

The 2nd element is parking and transportation. “If people can’t get here, our great programs are worthless,” Goldberg notes. For popular events, people now park as far away as Colonial Green.

“Senior-friendly” enhancements include more spots closer to the entrance, eliminating inclines, and adding ramps.

The 3rd category is “building tweaks.” This includes flashing work, making the front doors easier to use, adapting the computer room to the increase in laptops, and repositioning the fitness room so it opens onto walking trails on Baron’s South. (Parks and Recreation director Jen Fava is a member of the Enhancement Committee.)

A rendering of the proposed Senior Center building.

The Senior Center is a Westport jewel. And it’s not just for seniors.

Pfister is a huge proponent of intergenerational activities. Staples students volunteer there (one particularly popular activity: iPhone and iPad training). STAR delivers meals. The Senior Center often partners with the Library and other town organizations to sponsor programs.

“Mixing generations together helps reduce cognitive decline,” Pfister says. “And younger people get a lot out of interacting with older ones.”

A young volunteer at the annual lobster/clambake. The Senior Center serves 11,000 meals a year. For some, it’s their only real meal of the day. The proposed enhancement would enable the addition of “grab-and-go” meals.

She is excited about a new, upcoming activity. Suzuki has offered to run a course. Pfister must decide between violin or voice lessons.

Why not both? I ask.

“There’s no room,” she says.

Not now, anyway.