I volunteer believing I will come away richer for the experience. I often questioned this belief while working with Felicia Carmelly.
Felicia was demanding.
I never felt I could truly capture all she wanted to say.
She asked for more time and work than I could give as a volunteer.
She always had more to tell me, more unspeakable truths to be recorded.
I understood. Because of her age, Felicia’s words had to be documented, then and there.
Whatever the frustrations, our project gave voice to Felicia. I felt privileged to help her find that voice and begin recording what needed to be recorded.
I am grateful for the time I spent with someone I consider to be a true woman of valour.
I think of Felicia fondly, particularly when I bake her Apple Charlotka, a cake her mother baked back home in Romania. I like to think she would be pleased.