Written by Panorama resident, Mary Jo Shaw. July 2021
I run into a neighborhood resident. Resident glances at my name tag. “Oh Mary Jo, I want you to meet my family.” The next week, Neighbor very graciously thanks me for wearing my name tag.
For several days, that simple, polite gesture tagged my thoughts.
When my many Panorama friends politely don their little tags, I don’t have to ask them to “refresh” my memory. I’m glad I can comfortably greet them and, also, introduce them to my family or to other residents.
Surely our many faithful Security persons are grateful to “recognize” those familiar 3-inch items that identify us as residents and don’t need to inquire if they can “help” us.
When I lost my tag, I figured it would be returned – my name was on it! Besides, it was of no use to anyone else. After a few weeks of searching, I received another one.
Sure enough, a few months later I found it in a coat pocket. I had removed it when I was off campus visiting with our family. Again, no use to return it. No one else could use it! Now, I have one for my heavy jacket.
Recently in the grocery store a gray-haired couple spied my little three-incher. “So . . . you’re from Panorama? Do you like it there?” he asked.
Transferring tuna fish cans into my basket, I smiled and looked up at the couple, “Oh, don’t get me started! Hubby Chris didn’t want to move from our home. But eventually, we flew up here from Nevada with our daughter and family who planned to move to Lacey. After comparing many retirement places, Chris himself whispered, ‘Maybe we’d better sign up!’”
Lady shopper asked, “Wow, that’s impressive! How long have you been there?”
“Since July 3, 2011! We wish we could have come sooner . . . so many activities, even the staff is like family. We are blessed.” From the side of my purse, I grabbed a Panorama Marketing business card with my own sticker on the back. “Here, give Panorama a call and take a free tour sometime.”
With raised eyebrows, they smiled and nodded to each other.
“Hey, I gotta get checked out. Our Panorama bus will be here shortly.”
I pointed to my tag. “You know my name . . . Mary Jo Shaw.”
Since we are “opening up” after whatever it was that kept us “covering up” the nose and mouth, I feel like I’m a “new resident” once again. Everyday I seem to ask, “You look and sound familiar, but I’m sorry. I don’t recall your name or how I know you.” They glance at my faithful tag and smile saying something like, “Oh, MARY JO, we were neighbors on Woodland Court before you moved over to the Quinault.”
That little 3-inch magnetized name tag has stretched a lo-o-ong way, has many more stories to share, and has earned a lot of attention!
One more little, but important, item to tag onto our list of thank-yous to Panorama!