I didn't want to become any softer or flabbier than I already was. Madge said her husband had died two years before and her daughter convinced her to move into Windsor Wood Place. She was fifty-eight but looked more like forty-eight.A majority of the members of Winsor Wood Place, that's the name of the home, were married. As we talked, she asked me if I was going to join the Swinging Seniors.It had a huge pool and hot tub as well as an exercise room with a sauna.
We're having a membership drive for our new season." "What all goes on there? "Well, it's a gathering place for us more mature people. We have square dancing groups and we participate in all the area fairs. There's an annual fee to belong but well worth it." "Does a member have to square dance? You should stop by this coming Saturday and see for yourself. If you want to be part of the square dance and line dancing team we practice on Monday and Wednesday afternoons when the club is closed." "What do you mean by embarrassment? They had a jukebox with country and western and lots of oldies but goodies on it. Madge showed me around and explained some of the rules.
This was an upper class (expensive) retirement home.
Each apartment had its own kitchen and two bedrooms and living room.
I loved her and did all I could do to help her through her sickness.
We were married for eight years before cancer took its toll on her.