By Jodi Benge
Family members were called immediately by administrator, Karen Schwartz.
She sent out listings of other facilities in the area where families could begin the process of finding new homes for their loved ones.
“This truly is an emotional hardship for residents, families and employees, as well as the Kenmare community,” stated Schwartz.
Lifetime resident of Kenmare, Joyce Westlake was busy this past weekend with her 65th school reunion.
“It was a fun weekend, and having lived in Kenmare my whole life, I feel pretty lucky to be able to move over to the hospital here in town. I didn’t want to move out of Kenmare,” said Westlake.
Schwartz began her employment 15 years ago where she worked in the business office at the Baptist Home. In 2001, she accepted the position of administrator. In 2012, American Baptist Homes of the Midwest sold the facility to Maple View.
“I have a heart full of memories of this place to take with me and cherish,” said Schwartz. “I will totally miss all the residents and staff here. I will treasure these memories for a lifetime as this was truly our home.”
One of Schwartz’s favorite memories include when she asked her supervisors for their wish list. At that time, the activity director, Jodi Benge, stated she wanted a new bus for the residents.
“Lots of fundraising began,” smiled Schwartz. “Our donut making became an art, frying and selling over 600 dozen in two days!”
The dream came true after many fundraising efforts and a gracious donation from Veterans Club, Inc. was given.
In 2009, Schwartz and Benge traveled to Bismarck to pick up their new bus.
Schwartz and Benge agreed, “That bus traveled many miles full of singing, stories and laughter.”
The bus will remain in the Kenmare community.
Employees have not yet made many decisions as to what direction they will go. Most of the devoted staff has agreed to stay on and assist with the relocation of the residents.
The 19 staff members have 195 years of experience caring for wonderful residents.
Darlene Stone has been employed at the facility for 29 years. Shirley Nore has worked since 1987, a total of 27 years.
The next longest working employee is Cindy Johnson, with a total of 23 years.
They all agreed it will be hard to see the facility close down.
According to Schmidt plans are to put the building on the market for sale in hopes of finding a new owner. However, the business will no longer be run as a licensed senior living facility.
Any questions can be answered by calling administrator, Karen Schwartz at Maple View of Kenmare.
By Amanda Bjergaard Corey
In their spare time, Marilyn enjoys crafts and Eugene loves sporting events.
Together, they enjoy visiting their sons and grandsons, ages 6 and 3, in Wisconsin.
“We are happy to be in North Dakota and look forward to meeting new people and having a new outlook on things we haven’t experienced. This is our first time in North Dakota and so far we’ve found that canola crops are beautiful. We even stopped to take a picture. And we had our first moose encounter on the way here,” said Eugene, laughing. “We are just happy to be here and to be a part of the community.”
Video games and I have always had a strained relationship. Mainly because I stink at each and every one of them…always have and I suspect always will. Generally I’m not inclined to fits of rage or anger but video games never fail to get my Underoos in a bunch. Buck Rogers, if you must know.
My brother and I, like many children in 1982, found an Atari 2600 under the Christmas tree.
We were ecstatic, our very own video game, something else to add to the long list of things for us to fight about.
And fight we did.
As if it wasn’t bad enough that I stunk at each and every game, I had to put up with an irritating little brother beating me and telling me that I stunk.
As you Atari aficionados are aware, the Atari came with a “Joy Stick” that the smiling, happy player used to control the objects on the screen.
One stick…one button…how hard could it be?
If only the objects on the screen would have done what I wanted them to do when I wanted them to do it.
Someone at the Atari factory failed to put the “joy” in my stick.
When I was “playing,” I looked like an angry epileptic chimp trying to get the lid off a jar of homemade pickles.
Such fun, such happiness, such delight, such joy…for my brother and anyone else who played me anyway.
For me it was agony. Joyless, frustrating, agony.
I feel it welling up now 30 years later just thinking about it.
Why wouldn’t Donkey Kong jump the barrel? Why did the Pit Fall guy always..always..always fall into the alligator infested pit? Why did those ghosts in Pac-Man out maneuver me every single time? Why oh why?
There have been many video game consoles that have come out since the Atari 2600. My son has an Xbox 360 that he seems to be able to operate without much problem.
I have heard the telltale sounds of video game rage coming from his room from time to time but it’s short lived and he seems to move on with the game quickly once the fit has passed.
He’s talked me into playing a game with him a few times and yes, I still stink.
I still stink, still get frustrated, and still feel like crushing the controller into tiny little pieces each and every time some zombie gets me before I get them.
Gone is the one stick, one button layout of the previously mentioned “Joyless Stick.” The controllers now have more buttons than I have fingers, which seems unfair from the get-go and, for your information, I have a full set of 10 digits despite taking high school shop.
I watch my son’s fingers flutter with ease around the controller as the zombie killer on the screen expertly moves here and there making zombies wish they had never been born…or dead…I don’t know anymore.
Then it’s my turn.
My son’s barking directions…right flipper, “X” button, left trigger…the zombies are closing in.
I assume their closing in. I haven’t had a chance to actually look up at the screen as the 63 buttons are giving me and my 10 fingers about as much sensory input as a man in my condition can hope to handle.
I’m not sure exactly what that condition is but I know I’ve had it since Christmas 1982 and it could turn out to be fatal…for everyone but the zombies.
Happy 15th birthday to my son, Jackson. May your day be shiny and bright like the braces we got you instead of a dirt bike, a llama or a chimp.