Eisenberg Assisted Living: Our Stories, Our Lives, Vol. One

would come and pick me up and take me back for dinner.

Just very good kids, they never forget their bubby.

I would stay over at their house. They called it a sleep-away. They could stay up late and watch television.

We broke all the rules. Then sent them back to their parents. Nice to spoil them; it was fun. I’d love to do it all over again.

They loved to cook. They would never let me get out of bed on Sunday morning. He and his dad would make things and put them in the over and put a glaze on them, and then they’d bring it into me. And then I’d say, “I’ll get up, I don’t want to mess up the bed.” And they’d always say, “Stay in bed, we’ll bring it into you.” And I would say, “No, I’ll get up.” But he and his dad would always do that.

The boys are a little different from one another. But they both love to cook; their wives are going to be very lucky. They took after their dad because they love the different things that he makes, and they’re always questioning him how he made it because they want to do it for themselves. They bring a lot of friends over so their house is like open house all the time. It’s not one of these places where you have to be very careful where you sit.

They have this counter everyone can sit around. It’s casual, so you’re very comfortable while you’re there.

They’re certainly very respectful, and we do have fun together. I can play cards with them, and I fit right in with them.

I have one who plays with my hair, I can just kill him, but he loves to pull it apart. I don’t know why he does it but he just loves to play with my hair. He’s probably showing his emotion towards me, I’m sure. He’s not one of these going around kissing you and things; 32