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Concerts and Performances September-December 2023

submitted by Mary Jane Morrison

Manor Auditorium 7-8 p.m.  

Events listed in italics are tentative

Links connect to performer bios and/or programs

Programming subject to change.    Programs will NOT be broadcast on Channel 900.

Manor Express available until 9 p.m.

     

Thursday             09/14        Iryna Kudielina:  piano recital

Thursday             09/21        Chris Sinclair & Dom Fontana:  guitars/vocal

     Monday              09/25         Angelucci Acting Co.: “Songs of Workers”

Thursday             09/28       Anna Christina Streletz:  piano recital

Thursday             10/05        Skip Bessonette:  country/western

Thursday             10/12        Crystal Reeves: guitar/violin/mandolin/vocal

Tuesday               10/17        Tutunov piano students

Thursday             10/19       Grant Ruiz:  Flamenco Guitar

Thursday             10/26       YSSO Orchestra

Thursday             11/02         Uptown Strings Quartet

Thursday             11/09         Irv Lubliner:  Stories of Holocaust survivors

Thursday             11/16          RCC Chamber Music Ensembles

Thursday             11/23          Thanksgiving (NO PROGRAM)

       Friday                11/24            Braydon Ross:  French horn

Thursday              11/30            “With Every Christmas Card I Write”

Tuesday              12/05             Jefferson State Brass

Thursday               12/07         GALA (NO PROGRAM)

Tuesday                12/12          Joyful Voices

Thursday               12/14            Jaron Cannon:  Piano

      Tuesday                12/19             Alphorns

Thursday               12/21             Rogue Valley Brass Quintet

Thursday               12/28             Trio La Forza

 

 

NIT WIT NEWZ — October 2023

(Nit Wit Newz is an unauthorized, often unreliable, on-line news service designed to keep Manor residents abreast of the inconsequential, unverified, and trifling events that dramatically shape and inform our everyday lives here at Rogue Valley Manor.)

ASK ARTIE

 

(Announcer) Thank you for attending today’s Rogue Valley Manor  “Question and Answer” forum. This new platform is designed to give you, our residents, an opportunity to ask and receive meaningful responses to your questions—not about major Manor policy issues like food, dress and, accommodations, but rather about those nagging, minor everyday concerns we sometimes experience at RVM.

Here to answer your questions today is Artie.  Many of you are acquainted with Artie or have often seen him here-and-there on campus. As most of your know, he is not a bona fide RVM resident; rather, during the last twenty-four years, Artie has taken up residence in our vast, beautiful 668 outdoor acre site foraging his existence and living by his wits with, it must be noted, the occasional, kindness of strangers (read: good-hearted RVM residents).

Artie has become a community asset. A brief review of his colorful background will illustrate why he is uniquely qualified to be on our stage and answer your questions today.

As a sub-teen, Artie set his sights high.  He committed himself to being a philosopher, a physicist, and a psychologist. Yes, as a mere youngster, he opted for advanced degrees in all three of those challenging disciplines.  It soon became clear, however, that roadblocks would dampen the pursuit of his academic goals.  School was one of them.

After unsuccessfully mastering the curriculum in two separate, unaccredited middle schools, Artie moved on. He  re-imagined his future.  Artie soon proved to be a highly regarded wastrel during his teen years and proudly developed in early adulthood into— as he describes himself— “a self-made itinerant.”   Shortly thereafter, serendipitously for himself and for Rogue Valley Manor, he found himself awakening one morning in the area where our dog park sits today. Since that time, almost two and a half decades ago, Artie, to the delight of all, has made our campus his home.

He has not wasted his time here. Proving that all wisdom is not found bound on pages inside books, Artie’s keen ear, nose for news, and eye for unfolding events has enabled him to become a reservoir of knowledge of the past as well as the here-and-now at RVM.  With that knowledge, today, he has agreed to answer your questions about this home we all share.  Please welcome Artie.

(Warm applause)

Thank you, thank you. Let’s get right to it.  Our first question, please.

Q: My washer/dryer is on the fritz and my appliance repair man says he has to order parts from back east. How, in the meantime, since I don’t have a car to get to the laundromat,  can I wash my clothes?

A: We are blessed here at RVM with an abundance of natural resources that can aid us in our everyday lives. The lake down at the east side of our property provides a suitable answer to your question.  Just take your laundry basket down to the north side of the lake where there are plenty of rocks to agitate your dirty clothes and then, conveniently, the waterfall is right there to give them a good rinse.  One caution: as a courtesy to the ducks and fish, please use a low sudsing detergent in your wash.

Q: And drying my clothes?

A: Where I live, I use the tree branches. You, of course, don’t have that luxury, so just string a line across your deck or balcony. Some of your neighbors might object, but others will be interested in seeing parts of your wardrobe they’ve never viewed before. Next question?

Q: Yes, Artie, my husband and I love all of the events they put on for us here at RVM, but a few weeks back, we missed the Box Elder Beetle Treatment on the south side of the Plaza. Will there be a repeat of that event?

A: You’re in luck. This crowd-pleasing activity is an annual Manor event.  It’s always announced on the rvmlist several days ahead of the spray date. Watch for it in the months ahead.  Just like most of our residents, those Box Elder Beetles seem to enjoy eating at the Plaza.

Q: I understand that we will soon be able to re-cycle more of our waste products but, in the meantime, would it be possible to have two red re-cycle bins rather than just the one?  We often can’t fit all of our glass bottles into just one bin.

A: Certainly, that should not be a problem.  Just fill out a work order requesting a second red bin. For this particular request however, I’m told, that prior to receiving that extra bin, you are required to attend three weeks of instruction at the Medford Women’s Temperance League. We understand their program is very effective.

Q: I’m not sure you’re the person that can answer my question, but I’m concerned about the coming changes here at the Manor in regard to robots. Assuming staff shortages remain a continuing concern, in our dining rooms, how will we know if we are being served by a robot or by a real person?

A: Robots don’t have belly buttons. Should you have a question, just ask your server. They’ll be happy to display their identity.

Q: My children—of course, they’re middle-aged adults now— are concerned about the harmful effects that lengthy and frequent exposure to the Internet’s social media sites may have on the mental health of our senior citizens (meaning my husband and me). Disturbingly, they even talk about the need for governmental legislation that would limit Internet viewing for senior citizens.  My questions to you, Mr. Artie: Is the rvmlist considered a social media platform? Is it really just “Facebook for Fogeys?”  And finally, could a continuous and prolonged attachment to the rvmlist prove to be a toxic relationship for us seniors?

A: Ma’am, I have chosen a lifestyle that is unencumbered by the frivolous toys of modern society. Consequently, I am uniquely unqualified to address your questions.  It has been my observation, however, that the Manor abounds in nerds of all stripes and sizes. If you can speak and understand Nerdish, seek one out.

The gentleman in the stocking mask in the fourth row, your question, please.

Q: Well Artie, I was placed here a few months ago under the Federal Witness Protection Program. I have reason to believe that there are also others in this program here at RVM.   Making new friends among one another and, at the same time, preserving our anonymity among the residents as a whole, presents difficulties.  Do you have any suggestions on how I and my fellow witnesses can get together regularly in some secure social setting so that we can enjoy a free exchange of mob-squealing trial stories?

A: Here’s a suggestion: You may have noticed that our residents turn-in on the early side. Outside of a few flickering TV screens and the sound of Don Ho’s “Tiny Bubbles,” filtering out of one of our former islanders’ windows, it’s pretty much “lights out” by 7:30 each evening. The campus is yours after that.  Your group may then move about assured that their true identities are secure. You’re certainly welcome to meet in my quarters in the Dog Park after 7:30. At that time, I am still gathering kindling, picking nuts and berries and reading bed-time stories to the fawns until close to 10pm. That would give you over two hours for your get-togethers.

We have time for just one more question.  How about the man toward the back of the room in the cub scout uniform?

Q: Unlike many of my fellow RVM residents, my mind  refuses to inquire as well as it once did.  There just aren’t any things I seem to want to know about anymore. Do you have any suggestions?

A: Aha! You see? “Do you have any suggestions?” is, indeed, an inquiry of yours that you just made. Your thirst for knowledge may be flickering, but it still burns.  Your mind is fine. Just give it a tune-up.  Get yourself in the Wellness Department’s  Cranium Conditioning class . By the way, I’m surprised your uniform still fits you so well.

(Questioners response): Thanks, actually, my uniform is new. I just joined the scouts a few weeks ago.

(Artie): Oh, I see. Well, folks. I hope I’ve helped a bit with your questions.

(unrestrained applause)

—A. Looney

October in the Library: Quirky Characters

by Anne Newins

All residents, including new ones and those not familiar with the RVM library, are invited to an open house on October 12 from 2:00 to 4:30 as part of the upcoming Opportunities Fair.  Our volunteers can show you our large collection, including books, magazines, audiobooks, and archival materials.  Our shelving system will be described.  We will explain our straightforward circulation procedures, and demonstrate our handy online services that you can use from the comfort of home.  There will be drawing prizes!

Although some our volunteers may have idiosyncrasies, the October table display will feature quirky literary characters who volunteer Debbie Adler describes as eccentric, compelling, and/or appealing.  She says that “…often quirkiness is a survival strategy” and “becomes endearing in light of the challenges they are bravely facing.”
Some good examples of quirky characters include:
My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry, by Fredrick Backman
“Elsa is seven years old and different.  Her grandmother is seventy-seven and crazy as in standing-on-the balcony firing paintball guns at strangers crazy.”
Miss Benson’s Beetle, by Rachel Joyce
Miss Benson quits her day job and goes to the other side of the world in search of a beetle which may or may not exist.
Remarkably Bright Creatures, by Shelby Van Pelt
Marcellus is a curmudgeonly giant Pacific octopus who helps a widow discover the truth behind her son’s disappearance thirty years previously.
Thanks to Debbie for creating this month’s bibliography.  We hope you will join us at the open house.
Resident Bob Buddemeier is in search of other quirky characters, as pictured below.

Book Review: All the Beauty in the World

by Bonnie Tollefson

All the Beauty in the World: The Metropolitan Museum of Art and Me, Patrick Bringley, Simon and Schuster, 2023.

In my last review, I mentioned the number of books that had competed for my attention. This quarter the books were much quieter. I found a book fairly quickly: The Twyford Code, by Janice Hallett. It was on my “To Read” list and I took it home firmly believing that I could check a book off my list and write my review quickly and easily. As Puck in Midsummer Night’s Dream says, “Lord, what fools these mortals be”. I read 70 pages (large print edition) and just couldn’t go on. It may improve with further reading. For someone else. In the meantime…

Back to the RVM library and a quiet time sitting in front of the new large print and new non-fiction sections. A slim volume called All the Beauty in the World caught my attention. Patrick Bringley was a guard in the Metropolitan Museum of Art for ten years. Books giving “behind the scenes” details always intrigue me and this book has all of that, but it also has so much more. It is also about loss and life and love. Patrick finds what he needs in the museum, following the death of his older brother, Tom. Tom was less than two years older than Patrick and died in his mid-twenties from cancer. Patrick leaves his job working for the New Yorker and finds peace and a refuge from the mundane of every day life. He also finds things he didn’t know he needed, such as friends of all ages and backgrounds and lessons taught by the “old masters” and more contemporary artists. When Patrick is ready to rejoin the world, he leaves the museum a changed man, to become a walking tour guide in Manhattan. All the Beauty in the World is a quiet book, a contemplative book, and a book with something for almost everyone. Read and enjoy.

This book is available from the RVM library in regular print and can be placed on hold at the Jackson County Public Library System in multiple formats.

Concerts and Performances October-December 2023

submitted by Mary Jane Morrison

Manor Auditorium 7-8 p.m.  

Events listed in italics are tentative

Links connect to performer bios and/or programs

Programming subject to change.    Programs will NOT be broadcast on Channel 900.

Manor Express available until 9 p.m.

 

Thursday             10/12        Crystal Reeves: guitar/violin/mandolin/vocal

       Tuesday              10/17         Tutunov piano students

Thursday             10/19        Grant Ruiz:  Flamenco Guitar

Thursday             10/26       YSSO Orchestra

Thursday             11/02         Uptown Strings Quartet

Thursday             11/09         Irv Lubliner:  Stories of Holocaust survivors

Thursday             11/16          RCC Chamber Music Ensembles

Thursday             11/23          Thanksgiving (NO PROGRAM)

       Friday                11/24            Braydon Ross:  French horn

Thursday              11/30          “With Every Christmas Card I Write”

Tuesday              12/05             Jefferson State Brass

Thursday               12/07         GALA (NO PROGRAM)

Tuesday                12/12          Joyful Voices

Thursday               12/14            Jaron Cannon:  Piano

      Tuesday                12/19             Alphorns

Thursday               12/21             Rogue Valley Brass Quintet

Thursday               12/28             Trio La Forza

 

 

Campus Butterflies

Clever Words for Clever People

contributed by Connie Kent

1. ARBITRATOR – A cook that leaves Arby’s to work at McDonald’s.

2. BERNADETTE – The act of torching a mortgage.

3. BURGLARIZE – What a crook sees through.

4. AVOIDABLE – What a bullfighter tries to do.

5. COUNTERFEITER – A worker who puts together kitchen cabinets.

6. LEFT BANK – What the bank robbers did when their bag was full of money.

7. HEROES – What a man in a boat does.

8. PARASITES – What you see from the Eiffel Tower.

9. PARADOX – Two physicians.

10. PHARMACIST – A helper on a farm.

11. RELIEF – What trees do in the spring.

12. RUBBERNECK – What you do to relax your wife.

13. SELFISH – What the owner of a seafood store does.

14. SUDAFED – Brought litigation against a government official.

September in the Library: School’s in Session

by Anne Newins

And, “reading is my subject,” according to library volunteer Jan Hines.  Many residents may not know that Jan is responsible for ordering books that are not donated to the library.  Our budget is not unlimited and Jan is deliberate about her choices, trying to find at least five reviews about each book.  While responsive to resident requests for books, Jan also wants to ensure that they will be of interest to multiple readers.

Volunteer Jan Hines is pictured browsing some of our “scholarly” offerings.

Volunteer Liz Caldwell noted that September is the beginning of classes for many students and thought we should recognize them.  A search of our collection identified scores of books about students and teachers of all types, K- 12 schools, and the college environment.

The books span a variety of genres, including romance, humor, mystery, thrillers, and non-fiction.  A few of my favorites that need renewed attention include:

The Winter Soldier, by Daniel Mason

This novel uses gorgeous prose to tell the story of a World War I medical student who is taught battlefield surgery by a mysterious young nun.

Jeeves and the King of Clubs, by Ben Schott

Anyone who likes to laugh would enjoy the misadventures of Bertie Wooster and his much more capable valet, Jeeves. Originally created a century ago by P.G. Wodehouse, Schott’s madcap homage includes some of Bertie’s school friends to add to the hilarity.

Gods of the Upper Air, by Charles King

Groundbreaking anthropologist Frank Boas was a mentor to several remarkable women students, including Margaret Mead, Ruth Benedict, Ella Deloris, and Zora Neale Hurston.  “Rich in drama, conflict, friendship and love,” this multi-biography is a history of “American progress and the opening of the modern mind.”

Educated, by Tara Westover

Westover’s coming of age memoir recounts her unusual upbringing by a family of survivalists in Idaho.  She did not attend school until age seventeen.  Nevertheless, she managed to teach herself enough to be admitted to Brigham Young University, Harvard, and Cambridge.  Education allowed Westover to change her life and learn to cope with complicated family relationships.

Many Manorites consider themselves to be perpetual students, taking classes through OLLI and online courses, as well as participating in our own popular in-house programs, such as Inquiring Minds.  In the meantime, our September display offers you many choices about many subjects, tuition-free.

They Dropped the Charges

Story by Eleanor Lippman

 

It was time for another trip from southern California to Philadelphia to be with family. Time for visiting, time for sightseeing, an opportunity to escape day-to-day activities at home. Son Rob, age 15, looked forward to the trip. Amy, age 17 and living independently on her own, had other ideas.

Amy, apparently, decided it was not ‘cool’ to travel with her mother and brother and wanted to fly to the east coast on her own, without excess family baggage. So, I decided it was not a bad idea because if Rob and I arrived earlier, we could do things that Amy was not interested in doing such as visiting the Philadelphia Art Museum and the Rodin Museum on the Parkway, for example.

That is why Rob and I arrived in Philadelphia two days before Amy showed up.

Consider: all of this occurred before TSA and other travel constraints showed up on our front door. People were free to wander about airports and could meet travelers as they walked off of the airplane onto the catwalks and into the terminal.

Over dinner with my mother and brother our first night in Philadelphia, an explanation of our strange travel arrangements came up. My brother, Lenard, came up with the idea. We needed a spectacular way to greet Amy when she arrived. It was not enough to just meet her at the airport and take her to the motel where we were staying. It had to be something big and special, something memorable. Lenard was like that. Funny guy. Jokester. The idea man. Everyone had suggestions ranging from loving to nasty. We had not settled on anything firm when we decided to go to my mother’s house for dessert and coffee after having dinner at the restaurant. And even more suggestions were thrown about as we left.

While we were settled around the kitchen table and my mother bustled about preparing coffee and serving home baked cake, Lenard said he had a good idea. He would be back in a few minutes. I heard him go down into the basement and my mother, Rob, and I sat around waiting for him to return.

Lenard returned carrying a large sheet of poster board on which he had carefully lettered:

“Welcome home Amy!   They dropped the charges!”

Rob and I thought it was hilarious, my mother was shocked and declared she would not go to the airport with us if we were to carry that poster. To pile on Amy’s “welcome”, we decided we needed to be wearing crazy clothing while we were carrying the sign. Taking the hint, Lenard disappeared once again and returned carrying three straw boater hats – perfect, we three agreed.

But it was not goofy enough for Lenard and I, brother and sister joined at the hip at doing outrageous things. We needed more, much more to make it worthwhile.

I cannot remember whether it was my mother (really a good sport up to a point) or my brother who suggested we stop at a gift shop in downtown Philadelphia that was well know for its zany merchandize. So, it was agreed: on the day Amy was due to arrive we would have breakfast downtown and stop at the gift shop before heading to the airport. We needed to beef up our appearances.

After breakfast that fateful morning, we starting walking to the gift shop and passed a store selling discount, used, damaged, out of date merchandize. Curious, we explored and came across a cardboard box containing hundreds of very old fashioned narrow knit men’s ties: three for one dollar. Perfect! No one would be caught dead wearing something so silly. We walked out of the store, each wearing one of the ties. Things were getting better.

We arrived at the gift store and explained our quest to the owner of the shop and she quickly got it. The goofier the better. Oversized sun glasses. Fake animal noses. The fake eyeglasses with the attached fake nose and mustache. Things to tuck into the hat band that swayed and wiggled as we walked. It was wonderful. The more we added, the more fun we had.

Another idea popped into my head. At home in California, Rob and I had a fake hand. Actually, it was a very realistic plastic hand attached to what looked like part of a long-sleeved shirt. If Rob knew I was expecting friends, I could just about predict he would arrange the hand as if it was coming out between two sofa cushions or reaching out from beneath an upholstered chair. On the other hand, if I was asked to drive Rob and friends somewhere, I would tuck the hand somewhere in the car to surprise our passengers. Soon the game became too obvious and we were not using the “hand” any more. But what if the gift shop sold fake hands? Wouldn’t that be funny to have with us?

Actually, the proprietor of the shop had something better. It was a scarier version of our fake hand and it was very expensive. Our fake hand in Riverside, California, was simply a hand and a sleeve. Her hand was a hand and a sleeve and a bloody and very realistic severed arm stump. She even offered to lend it to us if we promised to return it after we picked Amy up at the airport. But we all decided that was a thing too far and too gross for our little welcome skit. (Thank goodness!)

Finally, we were ready. Our loving and warm welcoming well-dressed committee of three prepared to meet Amy at the airport.

Remember, this occurred long before 9/11 and TSA screening at airports. We arrived and parked and Lenard carried the big welcoming sign. Rob and I were dressed like clowns as was my brother. We were so happy and talking as we approached the arriving passenger terminal. People in the terminal pointed and laughed as we approached. What a fun day. Amy will love it.

The flight from Los Angles finally landed and passengers began appearing at the arrival gate. Just about everyone looked at us and laughed as they walked away. The passenger crowd started to thin out and we did not see Amy. Finally, no more people. We worried that something bad had happened when down at the very far end of the catwalk, we saw a group of the pilots, the stewardesses, and Amy approaching chatting away as if they knew each other forever. Not one of them was looking toward the terminal. The group grew closer and closer, never looking at us.

When they reached to door leading to the airport terminal, Amy looked up.

She saw us and with a panicked look, turned and ran down the catwalk back to the airplane screaming, “Take me back to California!”

Not the response we expected.

The pilots and the stewardesses went to Amy and escorted her toward us, all the while enjoying our little joke. They left Amy standing in front of us and if looks could kill, Lenard, Rob, and I would be very dead.

Conclusion?

With great difficulty, Amy agreed to follow us to the car once we got her suitcase from baggage claim, angrily muttering the whole time.

What to do? Since it was approaching lunch time and Amy was hungry, we went to the very famous Pat’s Steak House in South Philadelphia and sat on the picnic benches on the sidewalk eating Philadelphia Cheese Steak sandwiches while neighbors wandered past, everyone apparently knowing everyone else. (South Philly, the land of brick row houses, was a very family-oriented area. People lived in houses next to or across the street from grandparents, aunts, uncles and other relatives. You did not move away, you stayed in the neighborhood.)

I think Amy liked that. What is not to like? Slowly as we ate our lunch, she softened. The dagger eyes disappeared. Our Amy was back. But not completely.

To this very day, whenever I fly to visit Amy, she reminds me to expect a surprise when she picks me up at the airport.