My A-tearm

Before I moved to Kendal at Granville in July 2005 I lived in a western suburb of Philadelphia in a ranch style home situated on a three-quarter acre lot.  After the death of my husband in 1995, I had the sole responsibility of maintaining my home.   Depending on the season I had to see that the grass was mowed, the leaves raked, the many trees trimmed, the garden watered and weeded, the trash removed, and the driveway (long enough to accommodate eight cars) cleared of snow/.  If there was a problem with the plumbing it was up to me to either fix it or find a plumber.  If a light burned out, I had to replace it.  In other words I was the maintenance department.  And I was getting older and my arthritis was getting worse.

Is it any wonder that after moving to Kendal at Granville and discovering the joy of having at my disposal a maintenance department that took care of all of my needs in that area that I began to fall in love with each and every one of those persons who made my life so much easier?  These are just a few of the things they did to win my heart:  replaced my washer-dryer combo with controls too high for me to see with one with dials I  could see; figured out h9w to put a light in the unlit closet where  my washer-dryer is located so I could see the dials when my eyesight failed me; removed the door from my den to provide better access to my files when I reconfigured the den to accommodate my new video magnifier; added  caulking to the area around the patio  door and window  when the recent polar express revealed leaks of icy cold air chilling my living room, etc.

Of course they also handle all of the snow removal from our sidewalks and roadways, replace light bulbs in high places - as well as all of the routine sort of stuff like moving furniture in the community complex for special events, helping with the community Christmas decorating, maintaining the pool, etc.   They do it all with a smile even when it involves working all night to get the snow removed and salt spread.  I have yet to hear a complaint about having to crawl in and out of or over and under all sorts of odd places.

They are my A-team and a blessing for all of us who live here at Kendal.  They certainly are one of the reasons I give thanks that I moved here almost nine years ago.