We got to sleep in this morning. The
bus left at 9. We spent the morning at 'Hogar de Ancianos', a
seniors residence in Puerto Plata run by the 'Sisters of Charity'.
The residence was built by the Brugal Rum company for destitute
seniors who had no family to care for them. Our visit began in the
'recreation room' where most of the 48 residents had gathered. Bill
'piped' us in and we circled the room, introduced ourselves and shook
hands with the seniors. Many hugged us back. We then sang several
songs, accompanied by Bill, while people clapped their hands and
swayed to the rhythm of the music. The ladies had their hands rubbed
with lotion and their nails were painted, much to their delight. The
men were each given a tie, and every resident received a gift bag
containing toiletries. Each lady also received a neck scarf,
compliments of Bea and her sister-in-law Diane, who knit them in the
evenings at home while watching TV. Some of our team played
'Dominoes' with the men, who mostly beat us.
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'Mother Theresa of the DR' Dances for the Seniors |
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All Decked Out and Nowhere to Go |
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Clapping to the Music |
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Tom Challenges the Local Boys at Dominoes |
While I was circulating around among
the men I spied one that I recognized from previous years in
Ascension Village. I first met him in 2007 when Helen Hope and I
painted the front of the 'Co-op Store' in Ascension where he was the,
probably self appointed, 'watchman'. I had met with him in each of
the last 3 years and took a few photos. I looked for him again when
we were in Ascension on Tuesday and couldn't find him, so I assumed
he had died. His name is Alphonso and he is completely blind. I
spoke with him through our translator and he remembered who I was.
It was an amazing moment to meet him here and know that he was
getting compassionate care.
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John Visiting Alphonso from Ascension Village |
We were given a tour of the facilities,
which are spartan by our standards but very spacious, clean,
colourful and more than these people could have even dreamed possible
in their circumstances.
We ate our lunch on the landscaped
grounds in front of the building and donated the remaining
sandwiches, rolls and bananas to the nuns. Tim said, “You'd have
thought it was the only thing we gave them today, they were so
thankful”. We had earlier presented a couple of hockey bags full
of blankets, quilts, cloth bags, toiletries, hair clippers, etc.
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The Dormitory |
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The Cafeteria |
Following lunch the team left for Lomas
de Loschivos, which I learned means 'Goat Hill', a possibly facetious
reference to the steepness of the terrain. This is the village where
Maria and her 4 children live. We were here earlier in the week to
view the construction of her new house. Our crew got busy and sanded
the stucco surface then applied the primer coat of paint. Ninos and
ninas from surrounding homes gathered to watch and get in the way.
LOL When the 'Skim Ice' man arrived, Phil pulled out a wad of pesos
and treated us and the kids to these 'DR freezies'. I believe we
made the vendor's day!!
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The Ladies are Not to be Outdone |
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Sanding a Wall in the New House |
Manuel caused a bit of a stir by informing us that his bus lost it's oil. A line had failed. He was able to locate a mechanic and get what he needed. Tim 'passed the hat' to collect 3000 pesos (about $90). The bus was back in order by the time we were ready to leave for the resort.
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The 'Skim Ice' Man Cleans Up |
I spent some time talking with Maria and asked her how she felt about getting a new home. She replied that she was 'blessed' by our generosity and had been praying for 10
years that she might some day be able to fix up her house. I then
asked her how the neighbours felt; were they jealous? She said they
were happy for her. Maybe some could be jealous, she didn't know.
She has been cooking using scrap wood because she can't afford
propane. She has a stove and a 30 Liter tank. How much does it cost
to fill it up? I don't know. The interpreter said about 700 pesos
($17). How long would a full tank last? I don't know, I've never
had enough money to fill it right up. The interpreter said about a
month.
I then spoke with the next door
neighbour who had been watching our crew work. He said we were the
first 'mission team' to visit his village. He then recited about a 5
minute long prayer, which translated to, “He was saying thank you
for all your goodness and generosity. He asked a blessing on all of
you... so that you may continue to be prosperous and come back and
help more people”. He lives in a shack next door but is a self
employed 'metal recycler' and is apparently 'happy in his misery'.