an update to ‘MY NEW ACQUAINTANCE-A LADY WITHOUT A HOME

This is an update to 2 previous posts

1-My  New Acquaintance – A Lady Without a Home, published February 1 , 2016

2-The Lady  in the Van and the Lady on the Bench, published February 10, 2016

My lady on the Bench,  no longer has a bench. She has been displaced. Not only is she without a home, she is without a bench. It has been removed. The Mall is undergoing a tremendous renovation and management has  established a new transit hub underground at the other end of the shopping centre. I looked for her and her  bags and cases at the new location. She was not to be seen.

Coincidentally later that afternoon I was putting on lipstick  in a mall bathroom  and I spotted my lady walking towards a stall. I tried to catch her eye but she did not see me. She didn’t  appear frail and looked much healthier than before. In fact She looked beautiful Her shiny silver hair was swept up and kept in place with a nice looking barrette. She appeared to be well groomed and flashed the attendant her beautiful smile. The attendant seemed to know her as she ushered her into a large handicapped stall with a sink. My lady was carrying numerous bags and a small case with her. I suspect this is one of the places where she washes up and perhaps changes clothes. I waited  a few minutes for her to come out but I had an apointment and couldn’t stay. It is apparent that this lady has class, and in fact in one of our previous chats she informed me that she grew up in a prestige area.

A friend of mine commented that I make lemonade out of lemons. I think this  applies more to the Lady  who is no longer on the bench. Enid wherever life takes you either by choice or circumstance, I wish you well.

This is not the only person down in luck who frequented the mall. Many years ago an unemployed and homeless man, hung out in the food court. He would pick up papers off the floor and throw away garbage that patrons left behind. The food vendors noticed him and gave him hand outs and some even gave him money,. One day he came  in wearing a  donated tuxedo. He continued to clean up and  he helped people find a vacant table. Management eventually hired him and he became the concierge  of the food court. He proudly wore a tuxedo to work  everyday and became a recognized and familiar face to many.

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About epsnider

E.P SNIDER is the pen name that I used to publish "WHY ME- a memoir". I used a pen name so as not to embarrass my spouse, my offspring, their offspring, my grand dogs and my friends. A dream came true when I had my first book published at the age of sixty-nine. "WHY ME? "is a collection of memoirs recounted from various stages of my life and the lives of those that I love or like at least some of the time. Most of the incidences are humorous-some are not. I am a senior but I feel more like a junior except for the aches and pains. When I look in the mirror I often see my mother or some other aging lady with wrinkles and sun spots. The amount and depth of wrinkling depends on which mirror I am looking into, the degree of lighting and how well my skin absorbed the moisturizing cream that day. Although I am mature in years, maturity is definitely not one of my virtues. If something strikes me as funny I get the giggles. Most of my family and many of our friends have a rather warped sense of humour-so I giggle a lot. Laughter plays an important role in our lives. My friends were a significant inspiration for me to begin my writing career. For the past number of years hubby and I have been spending part of the winter season in Florida to escape the sometimes bitter cold climate in Toronto Canada. Every year I send emails to those left behind. To my delight they find my emails to be hysterical and a cure for their winter doldrums. They compare my style of writing to that of the late Erma Bombeck. For those of you not familiar with the author-- she was a beloved American humorist in the 1970's and 1980's. I have loved literature and creative writing from an early age. I spent some of my growing up years in Alberta and won a prize for a best poem commemorating Alberta's bicentennial year. My grade seven teacher was a large and forceful woman, with white hair and course bristly white chin hairs to match. We were all intimidated by her and thus listened intently as she drilled us about parsing sentences and adverbs and adjectives. She provided me with a good basis of the English language. In addition to "Why Me" I have had a short essay published in a book of assorted memoirs by Canadian woman. I currently write for our Toronto Condominium newspaper. I hope to do more writing, although I am not sure if my family can cope with any more of my meltdowns when blocks of written material mysteriously disappear off of my computor. I admit I am computor and electronically challenged, but I will persevere. - - - - - - - - - - - Writing has been a passion of mine through out my life. Ever since I took a step forward and entered into the world of computers, a new world of opened up for me. I found myself engrossed in writing emails with lengthy updates about my life's recent highlights. To my delight, people found me...funny! I then offered to write for my condo newsletter, and I recently had a short memoir published. For the last several years I became glued to my computer, transferring my hand-written life adventure notes to an actual story of my life's defining moments. Finally, at the age of 69, I was done... I wrote a book! AND it's actually published. People are reading it. People are enjoying it. I am thrilled! Plus, it's one of the greatest gifts I could ever give my family. Talk about a dream come true. My advice to you: Think positive, keep your eye on the prize, and you too can enjoy as your dreams and desires come to fruition.
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