CSP Board of Trustees Meeting August 25, 2015

Board Meeting Agenda 08.25.2015

Board of Trustees Meeting Minutes 04.14.2015

Board of Trustees Special Meeting Minutes 06.03.2015

Board of Trustees Annual Meeting Minutes 06.11.2015

CSP JHS BoD Package 8.21.15

Foundation Report 8.21.2015

RSM Marketing Report

RJHC July Marketing Report

Kehillah Report

Housing with Services LLC June 2015 Project Update

Cedar Sinai Park Board Presentation 8.25.15

Emails Regarding Signing the Construction Contract

Resolutions of the Board of Directors of CSP-O’Brien – Dissolution

Resolutions of the Board of Trustees of Robison Jewish Home – Dissolution of CSP-OB

Sinai In-Home Care Board Roster 2015-2016

Transition Documents

 

Weekly update for the week of July 15, 2015

Today we break ground!

Pledges/gifts: $18,214,100

Percentage of fundraising goal:  94.1%

Board of Trustees Meeting 04.14.2015

Board of Trustees Meeting Agenda 04.14.2015

Board of Trustees Meeting Minutes 01.13.2015

Finance Report February 2015

CSP Development Report

CSP Capital Campaign Report

RSM Marketing Report March 2015

CSP Board Mtg Sinai Home Care Report March 2015

Kehillah Update

Housing with Services Project Update

CSP Operating Committee Report

RJHC Census Report

Letter to CSP Board 03.27.2015

CSP-JFCS Consolidation 3.24.2015

 

October 14 Board Meeting Consent Items

Board Agenda July 15, 2014 Board Minutes Financial Report Development Update RSM Marketing Report Sinai In-Home Care Update Kehillah Update Operating Committee Report

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LeadingAge Creative Writing Contest: “Haunted” by Evelyn Hirsch

As every year since 1993, LeadingAge Oregon is holding a Creative Writing Contest. Cedar Sinai Park residents participate in great numbers. Winners will be announced publicly on February 28; up to 50 top-rated pieces will also be published in “Reflections: A Collection of Writing and Poetry by Oregon’s Elders.”

We have received notification that the following entries by RSM residents were selected as winners:

• “Uncle Izzy” by Sam Berry
• “Friday, December 14, 2012” by Florence Blitch
• “Waiting” by Diane Budner
• “A Mother” by Alice Cahana
• “Haunted” by Evelyn Hirsch
• “Mother Tulip’s Chant” by Martha M. Pomeranz
• “Sonnet” by Robert S. Putterman

Here’s the eighth of 13 submissions we’ll be reprinting here (with permission from their authors).

“Haunted” by Evelyn Hirsch

Some people swore that the house was haunted. I agreed. The one time I had the courage to go in proved that images, smells, and sounds from unknown sources existed. The house was built in 1850, a beautiful four story Victorian mansion. It had all kinds of decorative work on the roof. It was painted white, with lilac colored trim on the windows and doors. We lived on the outskirts of Louisville, Kentucky and I passed that lovely old relic on my way to school each day. Jimmy double dared me to go in. You can’t refuse a double dare. As soon as I opened the front door, I turned back and saw Jimmy running away. Well I wasn’t scared, not much. As I entered the foyer, the door shut behind me. Oh well, maybe it was the wind. It’s funny but I smelled lilacs and it wasn’t even May. Why did the owners leave all the furniture? There was a big ancient clock leaning up against the wall. It was still ticking. How come? Who was winding it? I heard a clatter of dishes in the kitchen. Well, I got this far, I might as well go on. The huge old kitchen had an adjourning butler’s pantry. The kitchen table was set with pretty dishes and a silver coffee pot. There was no one in sight. Who set this up? I touched the silverware and got a shock as if there was electricity emanating from the spoons. Ok. Don’t touch. I went into the parlor, because that’s what they used to call it, way back when. The staircase was curved and the banister was made of oak with onyx knobs. I climbed slowly upwards with great trepidation. I had to, as I was double dared and I was brave and curious. The first door I opened showed a huge mahogany four poster bed. There were indentations on the pillow, as if someone was just laying there. Again the odor of flowers and suddenly the rocking chair in the corner started to rock back and forth and creak. I wanted to run, but now I couldn’t move and I got very cold as a breeze was blowing into the room. Then the humming began, a baby’s lullaby. A sweet voice was singing Rockabye Baby. It was the song my granny sang to me a long time ago. Suddenly I felt calm and tranquil as I knew no harm could come to me from this voice. Suddenly my legs were taking me down the hallway and I opened another door. There was a woman dressed in a great shawl covering her hoop skirt standing at the window. She turned and smiled at me. I wasn’t afraid. She seemed to be so nice. Then she vanished. The smell of lilacs was so strong. I have always loved lilacs. I guess she did too. Slowly I went back down the steps and each creaked as I stepped on it. But it was ok. Nothing to fear. Nothing to be scared of. Nothing was the same anymore.
The end.

Tugging on Heartstrings

Hearstrings co-chairs Leslie Geller (left) and Jane Vereschagin with Richard Geller

This year’s benefit for the residents of Robison Jewish Health Center again brought the Cedar Sinai Park community together in one place to show support for our elders. On March 2 at the Governor Hotel, Heartstrings inspired all with positive energy, laughter, and, most importantly, much kindness and gratitude.

The wonderful Havdalah service, led by Cantor Ida Rae Cahana and accompanied on guitar by Beth Hamon, started the event off on a high note. The ensuing cocktail hour made the room sing with lively conversations as friends reconnected with friends and new acquaintances were made.

Together with the event’s generous sponsors, whose ads you can see in this issue of Generation to Generation, generous guests rose up as a community during the Mitzvah Moment paddle raise to enrich the lives of our most honored citizens. What an encouraging experience to see so many people commit time and dollars to uphold the values of love, honor, and respect that we at Cedar Sinai Park hold so dear. Our community’s generosity will help nurture bodies, souls, hearts and minds of Robison residents. On their behalf, we are deeply grateful for the support.

The introduction of the capital campaign to build the new nursing home on our campus provided a bridge to the delicious dinner. The evening crescendoed with the performance by the renowned Portland Cello Project.

A huge ‘Thank you!’ goes to the Cedar Sinai Park Development Committee led by Michelle Eastern Gradow, staff, and volunteers for their hard work putting Heartstrings together. A special thanks goes to David Kohnstamm for donating his art to the silent auction.

You can relive the magic of Heartstrings by visiting the photo gallery with a selection of images from the event. (Justin Tunis was the event photographer, find him at justintunis.com). We also invite you to watch (and share with your friends) the capital campaign video.

See you again next year!

LeadingAge Creative Writing Contest: “My Persian Rug” by Barbara Dubin

As every year since 1993, LeadingAge Oregon is holding a Creative Writing Contest. Cedar Sinai Park residents participate in great numbers. Winners will be announced publicly on February 28; up to 50 top-rated pieces will also be published in “Reflections: A Collection of Writing and Poetry by Oregon’s Elders.”

We have received notification that the following entries by RSM residents were selected as winners:

• “Uncle Izzy” by Sam Berry
• “Friday, December 14, 2012” by Florence Blitch
• “Waiting” by Diane Budner
• “A Mother” by Alice Cahana
• “Haunted” by Evelyn Hirsch
• “Mother Tulip’s Chant” by Martha M. Pomeranz
• “Sonnet” by Robert S. Putterman

Here’s the seventh of 13 submissions we’ll be reprinting here (with permission from their authors).

“My Persian Rug” by Barbara Dubin

My Persian rug was made the year I was born.
I fell in love the first time I saw her, when she was 48 years old.
Her colors were unusual for a Persian rug.
Her background was fuchsia with golden flowers and black designs intertwined.
She was described as an antique by the curator.
My Persian rug was made the year I was born.
I thought she was too young to be an antique.
She is called an American rug, because her bright colors were dyed in Persia and then shipped to American buyers.
I bought her at an estate sale in New Jersey.
Did I overpay? What did I know about Persian rugs?
A friend more knowledgeable than I said, “Do you buy and sell rugs for a living?”
“No, I just loved her.”
“Then I hope you enjoy it in good health.”
So the rug joined our family in 1977.
My Persian rug was made the year I was born.
I thought she was too young to be an antique.
Infant grandchildren played with their toys on her cheery colors.
Her fringes were tattered by our family’s use.
I became older and needed to live in a smaller, more compact living space.
The rug was cleaned and presented to my oldest child.
The college-age children now play games on the rug.
My Persian rug was made the year I was born.
I hope she continues to live with my descendants for many decades.

“Butterfly” by Mordecai Rubin (Robison Resident)

I tried to catch her every day
A flash of turquoise, yellow, blue
She laughs with others then is gone
If not a touch a glance will do
Fugitavi
Solo amistade vi offro – true
And menacing mortality
Throws shadows over sleep
Ribbons will be greying too

LeadingAge Creative Writing Contest: “Mother Tulip’s Chant” by Martha Pomeranz

As every year since 1993, LeadingAge Oregon is holding a Creative Writing Contest. Cedar Sinai Park residents participate in great numbers. Winners will be announced publicly on February 28; up to 50 top-rated pieces will also be published in “Reflections: A Collection of Writing and Poetry by Oregon’s Elders.”

We have received notification that the following entries by RSM residents were selected as winners:

• “Uncle Izzy” by Sam Berry
• “Friday, December 14, 2012” by Florence Blitch
• “Waiting” by Diane Budner
• “A Mother” by Alice Cahana
• “Haunted” by Evelyn Hirsch
• “Mother Tulip’s Chant” by Martha M. Pomeranz
• “Sonnet” by Robert S. Putterman

Here’s the sixth of 13 submissions we’ll be reprinting here (with permission from their authors).

“Mother Tulip’s Chant” by Martha Pomeranz

“Wake up my darling baby, for there’s much work to be done”
Quote Mother Tulip sleepily to her newborn tulip son.

“Today we start our digging, since we aim to reach the light.
Do eat all your breakfast, so you can push with all your might.

Here now, take a sip of water; the past weeks have been so dry.
We’ve got to reach the surface, which means you’ll really have to try

To put some color in your cheeks, you’ve been sleeping, and you’re pale.
So do breathe deeply and stay awake – it’s one, two, three – inhale.

The rumors have been echo’d along the rooted vines,
And the news that spring is coming has been proven by its signs.

You may be just a bulb now, but you’ll sprout and be a Man,
And you’ll dress in vivid colors to win the best award you can.

It’s true you’re just a flower, and your life won’t last so long
But dream a bit and show us that you know right from wrong.

There are roses and some daisies, and friendly lilies, too.
All decked with fragrant blossoms; all waiting to greet you.

One day you’ll meet a “lady”- all dressed in creamy white.
You’ll find her in the garden and bow to her each night.

With both of us together, how proud I’ll be of you.
We’ll hold our heads up high, dear, and see the sky so blue.

However, I must warn you, while you delve into great deeds,
Be forever on the look-out for our enemies-the weeds.”