Some people jokingly refer to the University of Notre Dame as Catholic Disneyland. On Sundays,…read morethere are literally dozens of places on campus to go to Mass; every dorm has its own chapel; there are more priests walking around in their black suits than you've seen since the early 1980s, and all the famous campus landmarks associated with football (Touchdown Jesus, Fair Catch Corby, First Down Moses) are actually pieces of religious art.
Well, if Notre Dame is Catholic Disneyland, then Santa Teresita is Catholic Disneyland for old folks. No, there aren't dozens of chapels on its little campus, but you can't visit without seeing at least one or two Carmelite nuns in their traditional habits (all-white habits if they're doing medical work), and although I've only visited four or five times, I've met at least two different priests here, and I never came for Mass or any other religious service. The religious who work and volunteer here simply love spending time with the residents, and it shows.
I know about Santa Teresita because my then 100-year-old great aunt moved in for a month when her full-time caregiver was on vacation. My very religious aunt loved the setting, the nuns and priests, and especially the staff members. She couldn't say enough about how well everyone treated her, and even though she was determined to live out her days in her own home, she admitted that Santa Teresita wouldn't be a bad place to be if she needed to live here. That might not sound like a glowing endorsement, but coming from my aunt, who never would have dreamed of leaving her house, it was an encouraging sign of openness.
Not long after her 102nd birthday, my aunt's caregiver retired, and my aunt moved in to Santa Teresita permanently. This time, she had a room on the second floor, close to the elevator, and I visited her five or six times. My mom was largely in charge of finances and making sure she had everything she needed, and my aunt was always telling my mom to bring chocolates and other little things to give to the staff members and the nuns. My aunt really took to and loved the people who worked here, and when I met the employees and volunteers when I would come to pick her up or bring her back, I could tell they took their jobs seriously and truly enjoyed my aunt's company.
The grounds are lovely. All the residents live in two cottages separated by a cute courtyard. I've only been inside the newer cottage, but they both look very nice from outside. If you toured my aunt's cottage while no one was there, you would have no idea that this is an old-age home. It feels more like a modern apartment complex with many large, inviting common areas. When we would bring my aunt back to Santa Teresita at night after some social event, there were always at least a few people in one of the main shared areas watching a movie on the TV. In addition to residents, staff members and priests would sometimes be there, but it felt totally natural, as if friends were just watching a movie together.
I don't know many of the specifics, but I know that Santa Teresita offers various group activities for the residents, including field trips and on-site parties. At last year's Halloween party, my aunt won an award for having the best costume.
Administratively, my mom dealt mostly with Sister Carmen, whom I only met once but who plays a big part in my whole family's estimation of Santa Teresita. She's a high-energy crackerjack marked by her deep commitment to her residents and making sure everything is running properly. My aunt's needs changed over the time she was at Santa Teresita, and Sister Carmen was always patient with and helpful to my mom in terms of assessing and changing levels of care.
My aunt passed away peacefully in her sleep at Santa Teresita this past February. She was 102-years-old and had lived a full, enchanted kind of life. At her funeral, I got to meet Sister Carmen and some of the other employees and volunteers who cared for my aunt. She had left a deep impression on them, and despite the fact that the funeral was very far away from Duarte, a lot of people from Santa Teresita came to pay their respects. They also had a separate memorial service for my aunt at Santa Teresita.
Rehabilitation and old-age homes can and often do feel so depressing. Nothing at Santa Teresita ever felt that way. From the setting itself to the employees and volunteers, there was always a sense of goodwill and companionship.