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5<br />
What Happened to the GWSA Board?<br />
On March 25, the GWSA Board of Directors held an emergency meeting where they decided to cease<br />
management of GWSA’s Community Support Services (CSS) programs. These popular programs serve<br />
approximately 500 of Guelph’s most vulnerable seniors. They are funded by the United Way and two years<br />
of funding remain.<br />
Board representatives met with the United Way and asked them to find a new home for the CSS programs.<br />
The Board said they would not accept the last two years of funding. Their stated rationale was that<br />
they did not have the skills or experience to manage the CSS employees.<br />
A collection of GWSA members and CSS volunteers were upset by the Board’s decision. They argued<br />
that a fundamental shift in an organization’s priorities should not be done without membership input. They<br />
criticized the Board for not making a transition plan that would keep the programs intact. Some formed a<br />
group that called themselves ‘Save CSS’ and began a grass-roots campaign asking the Board to reverse<br />
their decision.<br />
Guelph Today, Guelph Mercury Tribune and CKCO all covered the story. Board members received dozens<br />
of emails about cutting the programs. Other members signed petitions. Hundreds wrote to the Board<br />
sharing personal messages of support for the CSS programs.<br />
GWSA President Dorothe Fair postponed the April 17 Board of Directors meeting by one week. She told<br />
the Board the April 24 meeting would focus exclusively on the CSS decision. Instead of coming to the<br />
April 24 meeting, Fair and five other Directors (Ken Chupa, Jennifer Blackie, Nick Harris, Ross Coulter<br />
and Margaret Waldron) abruptly resigned.<br />
The remaining Board members do not form a quorum and cannot conduct the GWSA’s business. One of<br />
their first orders of business is to nominate and elect several Directors to join them. They have scheduled a<br />
special members’ meeting on Monday, <strong>May</strong> 13, at 1 pm to do exactly that. Please plan to attend. Visit the<br />
GWSA website for more details about the special membership meeting.<br />
Meanwhile, the remaining Directors are working to recapture the United Way funding; making plans for<br />
the special members’ meeting; meeting with prospective Board members; preparing to welcome their new<br />
colleagues to the Board; planning for the Annual General Meeting in June; and setting priorities for the<br />
coming year.<br />
I’M FINE, THANK YOU<br />
I’m fine, thank you.<br />
There is nothing the matter with me.<br />
I’m as healthy as I can be.<br />
I have arthritis in both my knees.<br />
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.<br />
My pulse is weak and my blood is thin.<br />
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.<br />
Arch supports I have for my feet,<br />
Or I wouldn’t be able to be on the street.<br />
Sleep is denied me night after night,<br />
But every morning I find I’m alright.<br />
My memory’s failing, my head’s in a spin.<br />
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.<br />
The moral is this, as this tale unfolds,<br />
That for you and me that are getting old,<br />
It’s better to say “I am fine” with a grin,<br />
Than to let folks know the shape we are in.<br />
How do I know that my youth is all spent?<br />
Well my “get up and go” has got up and went.<br />
But I really don’t mind, when I think with a grin,<br />
Of all the grand places my “get up” has been.<br />
“Old age is golden” I have heard it said,<br />
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed<br />
With my ears in the drawer, my teeth in a cup,<br />
My eyes on the table until I wake up.<br />
Ere sleep comes over me, I say to myself<br />
“Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?”<br />
When I was young, my slippers were red,<br />
I could kick my heels right over my head.<br />
As I grew older my slippers were blue,<br />
But still I could dance the whole night through.<br />
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,<br />
Pick up the paper and read the obits.<br />
If my name is missing, I know I’m not dead,<br />
So I get a good breakfast and go back to bed.<br />
(This poem appeared in the June 2007 edition of<br />
the Sentinel, submitted by Ron Ferrier)<br />
T S - M <strong>2019</strong>