Member Memoirs

For the past five years members of the Naples Senior Center have met for two hours a week to share their memories in the form of memoirs.  Facilitated by volunteer Marc Simon, memoir group members write short to medium length memoirs and present them in class, where we discuss our feelings about our shared experiences.  We’ve developed a supportive community of caring and trust, and we have a wonderful time each week sharing our stories.

The selection you will find here is just a sample of the hundreds our group has written over the years. We hope you enjoy them and let us know your thoughts.

 I grew up in a small town in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.  It was known as the U.P. to the locals.  It had miles of untouched shoreline along lake Michigan.  It boasted the best Coho salmon fishing in the state, the surface of the lake would explode with them during the spring time spawn. Much of the …

Note: This letter/memoir was published in The Naples Daily News.   When I graduated from high school in January, 1947, World War Two had been over for two years. I had won first prize in a speech contest involving graduating senior students and presented my speech to the audience attending our graduation. The high school was located in …

If I were to paint a picture of the first 18 years of my life, your heart might break for that little girl who grew into a strong, courageous woman.  Home was big, 200 years old, uninsulated and drafty.  The outside of our home wore chipped and faded white paint.  Behind the house rose a …

I am eighty eight years old and when I look back I realize what an exciting and privileged life I have had. It has had ups and downs. Still I am grateful. I was born in Hamadan, the oldest capital of Iran, which used to be called Persia. I had seven aunts and seven uncles. …

A baby born.  The stars all smile.  She grows in every delightful say. “Knight in Shining Armor” appears.  They dance thru days and years all ablaze with warmth of love. Alleluia  Alleluia Four baby boys soon come in their lives becoming the pride and joy of their parents. Before they leave home to be on …

Many times I relate objects to something in my past.  For instance, not buying a watermelon with seeds because as a child, I thought that if I swallowed a watermelon seed, I would have a baby.  Smells, also can bring back memories. A gardenia bush with beautiful white blooms and instinctive smell, will  instantly spark …

As Frank Sinatra once sang……. “Ya Gotta  Have Heart” And, sometimes, Ya Gotta have heart…surgery. My time came last Fall when the mitral valve in my heart was failing. It came on rather suddenly (About 3 months) and shook up my family. More than me, even. The first group of Drs, were divided on how …