The Brunswick Center at Shallotte 3620 Express Drive Shallotte, NC 28470 910-754-2300 1002
—An NC Certified Senior Center of Excellence— Teresa Nelson, Center Director Blair Stanley, Assistant Director
Online Activities https://lichess.org/ https://www.memory-improvement-tips.com/ scrabble-online-free.htmlhttps://games.aarp.org/ games/bridge
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Center Hours: Wednesday Mon., Tues., 7:00am Thurs., Friday 4:00pm 7:00am - 3:00pm
Let’s get moving! Intergenerational yard games Water balloon bull’s eye toss: Needed: water balloons, chalk Draw a bulls eye on a hard surface, step back and toss your water balloon Water balloon bucket toss: Fill water balloons and toss into a bucket to see how many you can get in! Remember if you are doing outside activities to apply sunscreen and stay hydrated! Get Connected Tea with Teresa, Center Director, July 20th. Bring your questions, concerns, ideas, and feedback! Receive up-to-date news about new center activities, schedule changes, etc., by phone, text, or email. Send your information to tnelson@bsrinc.org. *We never share or sell your email.*
Poetry Corner I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics—each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong; The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work; The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat—the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck; The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench—the hatter singing as he stands; The wood-cutter’s song—the ploughboy’s, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown; The delicious singing of the mother—or of the young wife at work—or of the girl sewing or washing— Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else; The day what belongs to the day— At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs. —Walt Whitman
