My uncle Pablo and my aunt Barbara jointly came to the U.S. in 1965. As a newcomer to Boston, he started working in entry-level jobs. In time, he became the chief wine steward at Pier 4 a landmark restaurant in Boston, where he supervised the ordering, storing, and serving of wine. My uncle Pablo also worked as manager of the European restaurant, another landmark place in the Italian neighborhood of Boston. His prolific art production continued for decades: his studio and the whole home were covered with paintings, explosions of color and details. Many more clowns, rabbis, Christ on the Cross, Greek epics, spacescapes, and abstracts.
Year after year, my aunt and uncle would spend the month of January in Montevideo. My brothers and I adored him. He made us feel special and showered us with gifts. But more than any amazing toy or outfit, it was his love, attention, humor, guidance and advice that sealed bonds stronger than blood. When my parents were having frequent fights, my uncle Pablo taught me a few techniques to deal with it: he taught me to distance myself, to imagine “switching channels” or just “turning off” what was happening. By the way, I am a licensed psychologist and these techniques would be considered today excellent cognitive behavioral strategies! My uncle had wisdom. And generosity. My brother Victor was brought on a dream trip to the U.S. at age 10 and it was my uncle who got him the electric train and his first computer.
When I came to the U.S. in 1986, my uncle opened his home and his heart to me again. He drove me around to drop the application packages for my Master’s and later for my Doctorate. He was there driving me whenever he could, and celebrating with me when I graduated. His support was there for my two brothers who were still in Montevideo. My brother Ricardo lived in his apartment as he transitioned to adulthood.
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My uncle Pablo moved to Florida in 1991 with my aunt. He joined the Broward Art Guild and became a teacher. He loved introducing children to art, teaching them about the nuances of colors, shades, shapes and perspectives. But he talked to them about many things along the way: he talked to children about doing the best they could at whatever they did, without having to be the best. Pablo often described how his approach helped children excel by shifting the focus from competition with others onto what really mattered: the creative process of the individual. Pablo was active for years at the Regency Tower. As vice-president of the board he went above the call of duty. He put his heart and soul in improving the building and touched more than a few in need of assistance. As his health worsened over the last couple of years, he made a point of resisting bitterness and complaining. His poems taught us to “listen and see” the raindrops falling from the sky, the wind blowing through the trees, the crickets singing in the grass. In the midst of pain and discomfort, he wrote a poem entitled “I Count My Blessings”. There he tells us to remember him with a smile. My uncle’s absence feels like a black hole in our hearts. It feels like a very dark night but, as that as he would point to us, if the night is dark we can clearly see the beautiful stars.

Pablo enriched our lives with his ideas, brightened our home with his art and filled our hearts with his friendship. Our renaissance man has become our legacy... and his contributions have become our inheritance. 
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Meet Your Neighbor
AUGUST 2006


Helen Scanlon Quinlan
Unit 1903

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March, 2004 - Helen was born on October 17, 1907 on the west side of Chicago and was one of 8 children (7 sisters & 1 brother.) Her parents were both from Limerick County, Ireland. Her mother taught her how to sew, her oldest sister taught her how to embroider, and her father taught her how to tell jokes. She went to Chicago Teachers College inj 1926 for 2 years, which was all that was required and later got her degree at Loyola in 1932. Helen taught 1st grade in Chicago for 17 years, retiring in 1947. She has already attended her 75th high school reunion of which there were only 2 attending and the other has recently passed away.
Helen met her husband, Roy, in 1938. They dated for 2 years and on August 20, 1940 they were married. He retired from Glenora Farms Dairy in 1972 and passed away in 1975.
Helen travels as much as possible to visit her 90 nieces and nephews all over the U.S. She has been to every state in the U.S. except Rhode Island, Hawaii and Alaska.
Helen moved to the Regency Tower on October 1, 1977. Her wit is beyond compare and her intelligence is like no other. She can recite a poem or tell a joke at the drop of a hat. It takes a sense of humor and an active mind to be a successful senior in today's society, and that, my friends, is your next door neighbor, Helen.
P.S. Helen is our joke and poem contributor and we wish to thank her for making us laugh and think!
Helen Scanlon Quinlan

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