Proctor JC Endowment Home

My Grandmother opted into ‘the Proctor Home’ of her own volition about 6 years ago. Just after her 88^th birthday after enduring the beginnings of a really brutal mid-​western winter in the house she and my Grandfather owned for years and years.
This place in seriously an A1 facility, so much so I say add another damn star! You walk in and it looks like the lobby of a 4 star hotel. Staff is really nice and really caring. The worst thing I can say about this place is in the words of another lady who lives there. «the food sucks, and the pudding is worse». She is correct on both accounts.
The coolest thing I can say about small town living, and this place is that my lovely 95 year old Grandma is so happy there. Her apartment is really pretty tho filled to the brim with bricka-​brack.
She asked me to join her for dinner so I could meet some of her friends how could I refuse her? What I didn’t realise was that she meant her friends from childhood. I sat at dinner with Aberdean, my grandmothers best friend from the 7^th grade. They were 12! and back together after literally 80+ years. Boggles my mind…
Proctor, tho nobody wants to be, or wants their loved ones to be in a home of any kind, is really a place where the widowed can live in the company of people they have known most of their lives. Imagine the comfort of that in a world taht has so drastically changed over the long courses of their lives. Frankly, I was really impressed by this place. The whole place is spotless. Nobody is neglected and everyone is so nice. My Grandmother is apparently referred to by the staff as ‘the rowdy’. She likes to dance even tho she has terrible knees and a walker, she gets the others up and moving too. They are all grateful for her, and I am grateful for them.
Proctor is ok by me. But the food does have to change. They’re getting a new food service this month. If it gets better I’ll let you know, as I’m sure that will be the burning question on all of your minds in the near future.