Illustration by Susan Estelle Kwas



This is the story of nine seniors,
mostly in their eighties,
living together under one roof.
An Octogenarian Partridge family of sorts,
sharing the ups and downs of cooperative
living in their twilight years.
Come meet the residents of Lola Court.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Christmas Eve on The Court

Let me introduce you to Ms. J. She turned 80 on Christmas day.
 Ms. J is the social director and baker extraordinaire at Lola Court. 
Shortly after moving into the court she decided that 
my boxed cake mixes left much to be desired. 
Ms. J is not a fan of processed food products. 
She prefers that everything be made from scratch. 
Sorry Ms. J. we haven't a baker in the house, it's just me and my Betty Crocker cake mix. No worries said Ms. J, I will be the baker. And so she is. 
Every week she gives me her shopping list and each and every Thursday and Sunday, 
Ms. J arrives from her cottage with a scrumptious dessert. 
It almost always involves a pound of butter 
and a 14 oz. bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips. 
Everyone loves Ms. J.

This year at our annual Christmas Eve dinner, Ms. J arrived early and took her place next to the Christmas tree dressed in her wooden soldier outfit. She stood there for an entire hour and didn't move a muscle. They oohed and aahed and couldn't believe the amazing toy soldier I found at the thrift store for only $3.00. I'm not sure if the other residents were just playing along or if she really had them baffled. It didn't really matter. We all had a great evening. I serve wine on the big holidays. They were all feeling the spirit of Christmas, literally.

Ms. J made her costume from scratch, natch! Her hat is made from an ice cream tub. She is one clever lady.

Ms. Lyla and Joe enjoying the show. Ms. Lyla secretly pissed off that Ms. J is the center of attention but happy to be sitting so close to handsome Joe. Restrain yourself girl!

You are going to fall in love with this handsome gent. I will introduce you to Joe in a later post.

My husband standing by, ready to cut the prime rib. For any of you out there that think these people don't eat much...think again. My grocery bill is proof of that.

Cheers to you.

Husband and son finishing up the dishes. It's good to have help. I'm a lucky cook.


  1. How long did Mrs. J stand there keeping centry over the tree? I want to have her body when I'm 80. Tiny and compact! No size 16s there! Ya'll sure do eat well! And bringing in the boys to do dishes, what a coup! Now, do you live in the same house with all these old folks? If not, you must live close by in order to provide 3 meals a day!

    Happy New Year to you all! I'm waiting for the next installment!

  2. What a great post! I loved seeing the pictures- and gee, I almost felt like I was part of it, since I visited that day! Happy new year to you and everybody at "The Court"!

  3. Ms. J stood there without even so much as a flinch. It was amazing. Ruth, the lady in blue kept touching her face to see what she/it was. It was hilarious. No we don't live there. We live about 5 minutes away. Heidi Ann it was so nice of you to bring some treats by. Hope you stop by again soon. Thanks you two for following along.

  4. Oh yes, almost forgot, Ms. J stood there for AN HOUR! I couldn't do that.