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During the meeting, we presented Pani Sonia with flowers and with the gold pin given to UNWLA members to commemorate 50 years of service to the organization. There were several rounds of Mnohaya Lita and an impromptu fashion show prompted by her interest in the clothing each of us had chosen to wear for this special occasion. After modeling or outfits, we conducted a short, official meeting related to branch business. Before we left, Pani Sonia introduced us to her fellow residents at the nursing home. She also wrote a brief, moving message on the legal pad that we had been using to communicate: "Thank you for visiting me. I am no longer of use to anyone, but there are still some things that interest me. Sofia Melnyk." Our visit lasted only an hour, but the satisfaction of reaching out to someone and bringing someone joy will remain with each us for a very long time. The success of this encounter has made a difference in us and in the way we conduct branch activities. Our decision to incorporate visits and occasional meetings with our "inactive" members as a regular feature of our work within the UNWLA was easy to make. The satisfaction we derived from our first endeavor will make this resolution easy to keep. s4uU tm n/ w ind/ O autumn wind! Who over the trees does moan And weep, like a mother sorrowing over a child; Who drives clouds in wild confusion, into piles As though to dethrone sleep, winter, and death. Who in the deep ravines does howl and whine Who tears the thatch from peasants' huts, And scatters withered leaves and sends them Flying till they sink supine. Long have I listened to your mighty moan; Well do I know why you do weep and groan You grieve for flowers, for the summer day Oh brother wind! When some day you shall see Me old and withered, will you weep for me, Or grimly sweep all trace of me away? ■Ivan Franko (1882) “НАШЕ ЖИТТЯ”, ВЕРЕСЕНЬ 2005 15 Sophia Melnyk receiving her 50-year pin.
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