My father lived at this continuing care facility for 2 years. In the beginning he was independent in his own apartment. The facility was extremely well maintained, beautifully appointed and convenient to shopping. It provided in house transportation on a weekly schedule to larger markets further from the facility for those that didn't want to drive. Transortation arrangements could be made easily by a front desk receptionist for those that did not drive and needed transportation to medical care. A nurse from a local hospital was available once a week to do routine blood and lab work to save residents the trip over to the hospital.
Parking for those that did drive,was close to the building as well. There were daily social events and the size of the facility allowed for many different interest groups. My father especially enjoyed the "happy hour" with appetizers every Tuesday and Thursday which allowed guest to attend. Families were always welcome and allowed to share apartments for short periods of time. Separate rooms for families could be rented if need arose. and banquet facilities for a fami
ly gathering could be arranged as well.
Housekeeping was part of the fee and was extensive. The curtains and windows were cleaned on regular basis. I never found my dad's apartment unattended to as far as cleaning. The maintenance staff was also excellent and since my dad got a reputation as a "fix it" kind of guy, he became very close to a number of the staff. He and a few other men lobbied for a hobby room and were given space in the building's basement to set up shop. The maintenance people were all very kind to my dad.
Where the Hunt Community really shone was in the final months of my dad's life. He was moved into the nursing care wing, skipping the assisted wing, they were full and truthfully my dad went down pretty fast. The nurses and nurse's staff there were the most wonderful caring individuals I'd ever met. To be able to do the job day after day with the optimism and professionalism they put forth was amazing. My dad was not a nice person toward the end of his life and on several occasions he was very mean to some of the staff, but I never saw anyone give up on him. I visited 5-6 days a week for the last 5 months after he entered the nursing portion of the home and the care was consistent and through. Although my dad did not participate in activities offered in this section of the facility there were regularly scheduled activities appropiate to the residents. Bingo, exercise programs, lectures, etc. His favorite thing was an individual that brought in his dog several times a week. It was not a therapy dog but had been coming in long before such ideas had become common. A local shelter also came in regularly to bring cats for the residents to visit. The Nashua High School had a nursing program as well and the students were often in residence.On occasion, we still wandered up to the "Happy Hours" .
The nurse management staff was close to this wing and visited my father and i weekly in his room for short meetings on his care. There offices however were always open and I was welcome there anytime if I had any concerns SInce I was there daily, I was allowed entrance into dining facilities and kitchen at any hour. The administrative staff of the nursing facility was outstanding. They knew the needs and wants of the patients and their families and worked with them. They were so professional in their caring.
After my father died, there were memorial services at the facility for everyone that had passed in a certain period of time. It was for the benefit of the friends he had there who would not of been able to come to a service elsewhere. The service was done I believe every season or 4 times a year. It was really beautiful and moving.
Overall, this was the finest place my dad could of spent his final years and he regretted not having moved there sooner.