Have you seen the FaceBook page called: “Arnaudville Rocks?” Someone is painting just ordinary rocks and
leaving them here and there in Arnaudville.
I hope to find one because it will be a real treasure for me. It is just one more thing that brings
Arnaudville citizens together. It makes
us special. We are no ordinary
community. I love to go to Russell’s, Courtney’s Thrifty Way, Timmy Guidry’s
Station or the Post Office where you can chat with friends, shoppers and
employees. And, I love to visit residents at J. M. Morrow Memorial Nursing
Home! It is the French and the friendliness
and the love and the hugs. It is Arnaudville and Arnaudville Rocks!
Recently, someone posted the above picture of a rock they
found. As you can see, it is inscribed with “God is Love.” That rock seemed to pave
my way down memory lane.
Once I found myself on a bus trip to Branson, which Mavis and Richard
Fruge led. Our dear pastor at the time, Father Bill Ruskoski, provided spiritual guidance. He insisted we make a stop at little chapel
somewhere along the way. I don't
remember the name of the chapel or the location. When Mavis announced we were making a stop at
a chapel, I thought: Why? I was eager to
get settled in a room and away from a bus load of people. I thought: “A Chapel. What
IS God anyway?”
We walked down the aisle of a very lovely little chapel and
we all found a pew where we sat for a while.
I prayed my usual prayers and my question came back. I
meditated a while on “What is God?” Soon, I heard the shuffling of feet and realized that the group
was making its way out. As I turned to leave, I saw the stained glass window at
the back of the chapel. It read: “God is
Love.” As that stared me in the face, I
nodded, “Yes, I got it! Thank you, Jesus.”
“God is Love.”
Lately, I have found God in many opportunities to love. On Thursday
mornings, I visit friends at the nursing home in Arnaudville. Last week, I joined Charles Taylor and Allen
LeBlanc of the Nonco Foundation for the Apostleship of Prayer meeting. On Friday, I started a First Friday Sacred
Heart Novena for the residents. Sunday,
as my husband, Rod “Brod” Roy, told me he was leaving for the nursing home for the
Knights of Columbus Communion Service, I asked if I could join him. I don’t know why. But, it did not take long for me to know.
I helped roll in some of the residents. I met Sybil Stelly coming down the hall. Sybil is one of the residents who has become a good friend. Laughing, she told me: “You’re here again! You just as soon take a room.” I went around greeting everyone who was seated at the tables in the dining area.
As Mr. A.D. Durio handed out Saint John Francis Regis Church
bulletins, I spotted someone I had not seen before. She was clearly sad; but,
she was at the Communion Service and that was good. I
introduced myself and she told me her name and hometown. I noticed that one of her shoes was untied
and I asked if I could tie it for her. She agreed and I knelt at her feet and tied
her shoes. She smiled at me and I told
her that her blue eyes reminded me of the Blessed Mother. I knew in that instant that she was the
reason I had come. I will visit her often.
Kenny Quebedeaux began the service. It was lovely, peaceful and so important to
the residents and those who had come to see a loved one and to attend the
Communion Service with them. The Knights brought Communion to the residents who
are unable to leave their rooms. Soon we were home with lots of time to fix
Week before last, I visited Mrs. Lucille Thomas. Lucille and
her husband came to Arnaudville after Hurricane Katrina. He has passed away now. Lucille was not in her room but I found Mrs.
Beunice Mistric taking hair rollers out of a white grocery bag. I went in and asked if I could roll her hair
and she let me. I smile now just
thinking about that look on her face. I
enjoyed that visit and just in time, Lucille was back and she invited me to sit on the bed
next to her. She wanted to share a Bible
passage with me. She knows so much about the Bible, I was impressed. Her Bible has tabs so she can quickly find the
books. I read and we shared things from deep in our hearts. At the close of our visit, she asked her
roommate if she had met me. Mrs. Beunice
answered: “Who do you think rolled my
Today, I set up some of the residents in the dining area
with colored pencils and pictures to work on. I headed to Lucille Thomas’ room
and she and I joined the coloring group but we worked on putting tabs on
my Bible. Now, it is all done and so nice.
Thank you, Mrs. Lucille. She
shared a beautiful prayer she wrote. She said I can share it with you. It
is at the end of this writing.
After the residents have finished coloring their pictures, I
will scan them. The Activity Directors
told the residents that she will get the pictures framed and will hang them in
On Sunday, September 11—Yes, 9-11! Brod and I attended the 9-11 Memorial Mass at Saint John Francis Regis Church. It was a beautiful ceremony. The police, firemen, VFW and many dressed in red, white and blue were there. Father Keenan Brown, our pastor, shared his story of being a resident of Washington DC during that time. His brother worked at the Pentagon in the area that was hit. He talked about his mother and how she worried about her sons. It was very special to hear Father Brown relating a personal story and how the following days impacted his life. Interestingly, Father ended his homily with the words: “God is Love. He’s looking for You!”
Yes, I have learned that God is Love and there is lots of love shared at J. M. Morrow Nursing Home. Those who wear the Volunteer name tags experience it every time they are around the wonderful residents and personnel. If you are interested in helping, just call one of the Activity Directors Mary Richard or Andrea Phillips at 337-754-7703.
I've been calling Bingo on Mondays at 2:30 at J. Michael Morrow Nursing Home. It is so much fun for me and the wonderful residents seem to enjoy every minute. At first, I struggled to hear their "Bingo" calls. So, on my second visit, I explained that I, too, was old and my ears were not as good as they once were. I asked everyone to shout BINGO!! And, they did. We practiced several times. Next, I told them about my stiff fingers and several admitted that they too had stiff hands and fingers. So, a few hand exercises and stretches (and lots of laughs) followed and then everyone was ready for that first Bingo game.
But, although I love to call Bingo, today, August 7, 2017, I had something else in mind. I asked the Activities Directors, Mary and Andrea, if I could visit Lena Miller instead. Of course, they agreed and they happily called Bingo Monday.
Facebook is an amazing way to connect with people. Tracy Petit Frederick sent me a message via Facebook regarding a picture of Cecelia Elementary School children.. Tracy's husband, Craig Frederick, is a nephew of Lena's. And, Lena and Craig share a birthday, August 10th. Tracy told me that Uncle Luther, Aunt Anna and Craig were taking Lena to Little Big Cup, a restaurant in Arnaudville, to celebrate Lena and Craig's birthday last week. It would be Lena's 88th!
Tracy said: "Since she (Lena) has been in the Nursing Home, we have made an annual tradition to take her to lunch. Her brother Luther and sister Anna come with us and we are occasionally joined by other siblings when they are available."
The contact with Tracy made me want to write the Lena Frederick Miller Story. In addition, Tracy volunteered to send pictures and bio. I was on my way!
On Monday, I walked to Lena's room. There are two beds in the room. The first bed was empty and a lady slept peacefully in the other. I walked back to the Nurses Station and asked if Lena Miller was in the second bed? She confirmed that was Lena's bed and so I went back and sat in Lena's comfortable chair for about 15 minutes. She did not stir. She continued her soft, easy breathing. I wrote her a note on an Apostleship of Prayer leaflet for August, left it on her bedside table and decided I would have to try again another day.
Several of my friends were sitting in the hallway and I shook hands and got hugs and I just hated to leave. So, I decided to visit with Bertha Powell and Rita Bouterie down Hall A. As I entered their room, they were trying to open the water pitcher to get ice for their cups. I joined in the action. Soon, problem solved, I was sitting on Bertha's bed and we were visiting like three teenagers. I took my phone out and showed Rita and Bertha their nursing home website stories and pictures that Sandy Esteve and I had written and a whole hour passed in friendly conversation and much laughter. I got my goodbye hugs and started down the hall and without thinking I was at Lena's door. She was sitting on her bed. I introduced myself and soon another hour had gone by.
It is easy and comfortable to talk with Lena. It was like I had known her all of my life. She grew up in Parks, the second child of Arista Frederick and Edia Guidry. After Lena married Joseph Miller, they continued to live in Parks. Some people call Joseph "Joe" and some call him "U.J." and Lena calls him "J." The couple had two children: Lisa Kay and Lonnie. Lisa, like her parents and grandparents before her, lives in the Parks area. Lonnie and his family live in St. Martinville, but not far from New Iberia. Lena lovingly sings their praises. She is a much-loved mother, grandmother, aunt, great aunt, sister and friend. She told me she had been at J. Michael Morrow for two years. Then, she said: "Two years here and nine years a widow."
For some, the above words would be uttered with sadness; but, not for Lena Miller. It is evident how much she misses her mother and her husband, a sister, a brother and other loved ones she has lost. But, Lena has courage and she makes the most of her life at J. Michael Morrow Nursing Home. Her family has helped her make the adjustment from home to her "Home Away From Home." They visit and bring her lots of pictures of her loved ones. Some of the pictures are in beautiful frames on her window sill. Having those pictures are very important to her and that helps her keep loved ones fresh in her mind. Lena keeps up with her large extended family.
While I visited, I started taking picture off of her bulletin board over her bed and I would ask her to tell me about the person in the picture. One was Lena pictured with Emily and Mary, two of the nurses at J. Michael Morrow. When she looked at the picture, she kissed it. She explained that Emily and Mary had gotten her to walk again after a bad fall and hip injury. It became necessary for the nurses to bathe her in bed and she was so very grateful. When I turned the picture over, it was labeled: "Restorative Grad, 6-16-2016." Lena's courage helps her deal with whatever comes her way, even injuries that require long hours of therapy.
So, how did Lena meet a boyfriend back in those days? Lena met "J" Miller through a girlfriend. Lena and "J" enjoyed a long courtship. "J" became "Joe" to his Army buddies while he served his country in the Korean Conflict. When he came home on leave, he wanted to marry Lena; but, she chose to wait until his military service was over. She doesn't exactly remember the details; but, it was the custom at the time for the man to ask the father permission to marry his daughter. Lena is certain "J" asked her Dad for her hand in marriage and in a few months, the couple was honeymooning in Port Arthur, Texas. It was the farthest Lena had traveled from home. "J" had a brother, Francis, and his wife Merilla Miller, who lived in Port Arthur and, as that too was the custom, the newly married couple honeymooned with Francis and Merilla.
Tracy wrote this about her husband's aunt: "On May 2, 1953, she married Joseph Miller, called 'U.J.' at St. Joseph's Catholic Church in Parks. She and U.J. lived next door to her parents in Parks." Tracy explains that the genealogy comes from two other members of the family. Lena's sister in law Grace, the wife of Steve, and, Lena's daughter Lisa Kaye have done a wonderful job researcing and writing stories about this close extended family.
Lena explains that she was petite and for her wedding, she chose a light blue suit which was purchased from La Parisienne on Jefferson Street in Lafayette. The suit did not open in the middle but was shaped in a large scallop on the left side and had many tiny buttons for a very special look. Her hat was the prettiest she had ever had. It fit Lena perfectly. Most hats were large on her head but her wedding hat was comfortable. There were many beautiful tiny white and pink flowers over the matching light blue hat. Lena is proud of the many compliments she received on her wedding day. She explained that the hat had cost almost as much as the suit.
With much enthusiasm, Lena recalled a trip to Nashville, Tennessee! Lena and three or four friends visited Nashville and had a wonderful time. She loves country music and in her lifetime, Lena loved to sing country music. That brought her great pleasure and she lights up just thinking about it.