The Stories Behind The Canterbury Home
To Whom It May Concern:
In March, 2003, I placed my mother, Margarita B. Huntsberger, into The Canterbury Home. She had previously been at a convalescent home and a hospital, and had suffered greatly during the four months prior to the beginning of her stay at The Canterbury Home.
“This is a wonderful place.” My mother said this sentence to me the next day after she moved into The Canterbury Home. Almost immediately, her demeanor changed from anger and suffering to peaceful serenity. It is clear that The Canterbury Home’s manager, Elizabeth Timar, and her employees, have not treated my mother like a patient, but rather, like a beloved family member. There is so much love and positive energy in this home that my mother has responded to it very well.
During the period of her stay, my mother’s physical and mental condition has deteriorated considerably, due the the progression of her infirmities. However, she has been enveloped with love and her spirit has simply thrived.
I would recommend The Canterbury Home, under the loving care of Elizabeth Timar, to anybody who is seeking a loving environment for a family member or dear friend.
Please feel free to contact me if you have any questions.
To Whom It May Concern:
When my mother, Grace Blake, could no longer live with us due to her declining health, we agonized over putting her in “a Home.” Like so many facing this difficult issue we felt a mixture of dread and guilt.
Dread that no one would be able to show Grace the kind of love and attention we had shown her over the years.
And guilt that we were abondoning her, letting her down in her final years.
After researching many care homes, none of which reached our demanding standards, a worker from a senior citizen advocacy group called and suggested we contact Elizabeth Timar. We did and immediately knew our search, not to mention our agonizing, was over. Simply walking into Elizabeth’s Canterbury Home and meeting Elizabeth was all it took.
As the days and months passed it became increasingly clear that we’d struck pure gold. Three freshly cooked meals a day with fresh vegetables from Elizabeth’s garden, the feeling of family and home that Elizabeth and her helpers create, were such a comfort to both us and Grace.
But the secret of Canterbury Home is Elizabeth herself. There’s no faking love, at least not for long. And Elizabeth truly loves what she does and the people she does it for.
Grace passed away a week ago, just three months short of her 100th birthday, and Elizabeth was there for us right to the end. By this time she had become family to us, and to Grace.
We thank our lucky stars every day that Elizabeth came into our life when she did. We have no idea how we could have dealt with all this without her, the Canterbury Home and her wonderful staff.
If anyone would like to talk to us directly about any of this please do not hesitate to call. If you have someone you love you can no longer care for, and can secure a place at Canterbury Home, you will understand why we felt compelled to write this letter. The term “Angel of Mercy” doesn’t even come close to describing Elizabeth.
Susan Blake Pizzo