While I don’t really sing and I don’t play any instruments, I have done my share of performing as a juggler and magician in nursing homes. You are absolutely correct about appreciative audiences!
Most recently, my mother was in a nursing home and they were having a root beer float party. Basically it was the activities director slowly scooping out vanilla ice cream into plastic cups, pouring root beer over it and passing them out one at a time while the rest of the tub of ice cream turned into soup.
After a few minutes of this, my sister and I asked if we could assist. We ended up doing a little comedy routine while we passed out the ice cream and gave everyone who wanted it seconds. Not only did they love it, but every time I saw the people after that, they would always tell me how funny I was.
That turned out to be one of the last times that my mother had a good time.
Bibi, everything you say is absolutely true! I just uncovered an old photo of a piano player and me performing for a nursing home in Allentown, PA. The piano player himself was in a wheelchair and could barely control his hands. I was the standup singer and every month he would give me a repertoire of songs that he could manage to play. We did this every month for three years and it was the most joyous part of our lives.
While I don’t really sing and I don’t play any instruments, I have done my share of performing as a juggler and magician in nursing homes. You are absolutely correct about appreciative audiences!
Most recently, my mother was in a nursing home and they were having a root beer float party. Basically it was the activities director slowly scooping out vanilla ice cream into plastic cups, pouring root beer over it and passing them out one at a time while the rest of the tub of ice cream turned into soup.
After a few minutes of this, my sister and I asked if we could assist. We ended up doing a little comedy routine while we passed out the ice cream and gave everyone who wanted it seconds. Not only did they love it, but every time I saw the people after that, they would always tell me how funny I was.
That turned out to be one of the last times that my mother had a good time.
Bibi, everything you say is absolutely true! I just uncovered an old photo of a piano player and me performing for a nursing home in Allentown, PA. The piano player himself was in a wheelchair and could barely control his hands. I was the standup singer and every month he would give me a repertoire of songs that he could manage to play. We did this every month for three years and it was the most joyous part of our lives.