“Hi, Grandma!” “Hello! I miss you!” “Do you see Jillian, and Brooke, and Alex?” In groups of two or three, the members of Betty Dumas’ family took turns saying hello
Carol McCall was sitting in Homeland Center’s Chet Henry Memorial Pavilion helping the Board of Managers prepare fresh flower arrangements when two residents walked up. The next thing Carol knew,
Bob Fultz taught his eight children many things. His son, Tim Fultz, learned the value of hard work while the family tended 10 acres of land, complete with gardens and
In the business of transporting retirement-community residents, it pays to keep up with current events. “I’m like a tour guide,” says Homeland Center Transportation Coordinator Michael Quinones. “Residents want to know what buildings are under construction and what’s happening around
The woman approached Dr. Mark Glick at a conference for survivors of the Holocaust. She had been left for dead in a mass grave in a Nazi labor camp. Glick’s mother, digging ditches, saw signs of life and returned that
What goes better with Christmas than the song, “I’m Henry the Eighth, I Am”? Actually, many songs go better with Christmas, and they played throughout the gathering spaces of Homeland for its lively holiday party. But the annual event is
The insurance agent called Vicki Fox at Homeland to inquire about her car accident from the previous Friday. The call was a case of mistaken identity, but Vicki had three things to say. First, she didn’t have a car. Second,
