关于去敬老院帮助老人的英语作文

关于去敬老院帮助老人的英语作文
全文共5篇示例，供读者参考
篇1
Visiting the Happy Valley Nursing Home
One day, my teacher Mrs. Roberts told our class that we were going to go volunteer at a nursing home called Happy Valley. I didn't know what a nursing home was, but it sounded kind of boring. When I asked my mom about it, she explained that a nursing home is a place where old people live when they can't take care of themselves anymore. I thought about how lucky I am that my grandparents still live with us and take care of themselves. But I know a lot of kids' grandparents are in nursing homes.
The day finally came for us to go to Happy Valley. We walked there from our school, which was only a few blocks away. When we got there, a nice lady named Susan met us at the front door. She worked at Happy Valley and was going to show us around.
The first person we met was Mr. Jenkins. He was 87 years old and walked with a cane. He had thick glasses and a flat cap on his head. Mr. Jenkins seemed pretty grumpy at first, but I guess if I
was 87 I might be grumpy too! Susan told us Mr. Jenkins used to be a police officer when he was younger. That's a cool job! I asked him if he ever had to chase any bank robbers and he smiled and said he sure did. He even got shot in the leg once but wasn't hurt too badly. Wow!
Next we met Mrs. Garcia. She was 92 years old and from Puerto Rico originally. She had tan skin and spoke with a Spanish accent, even though she spoke English really well too. Mrs. Garcia was in a wheelchair but she wheeled herself around without any help. She seemed very independent. Susan said Mrs. Garcia used to be a teacher, just like our teacher Mrs. Roberts. Mrs. Garcia asked me what my favorite subject in school was. I told her it was math, because I'm really good at adding and subtracting. She laughed and said math was her favorite too when she was a teacher.
After that, we went to the eating area where a bunch of residents were having lunch. One of the lunch ladies asked if any of us kids wanted to help serve food. My best friend Maria and I volunteered. I got to push the cart around with all the trays of food on it and hand them out to the residents. I tried to be really careful so I didn't spill anything. An old man named Mr.
Rodriguez told me I was doing a great job as a waiter. I felt so proud!
Once everyone was done eating, we sang songs with the residents. A lot of them were old songs I didn't know, but they all seemed to have a good time singing them. Mrs. Thompson, who was 94, asked me to push her wheelchair over to the window so she could look outside while we sang. She told me how much she appreciated us coming to visit and keep them company.
After singing, it was craft time! The residents were making greeting cards out of construction paper. I got to sit next to Mrs. Olson who was 89. She had a hard time seeing and tying knots in the yarn we used to make the cards look decorated. I tied all the knots for her and she gave me a big hug after. We made cards for each of the residents to give to their family members.
Finally, it was time for us to go back to school. I was really sad to leave! I gave Mr. Jenkins a high five, and Mrs. Garcia a fist bump since her hand was too low to reach up high. As we walked out the door, all the residents waved goodbye and told us to come back soon.
On the walk back, I asked Mrs. Roberts if we could come volunteer at Happy Valley every week. She said that was a great idea! Spending a few hours with those sweet old people made
me really happy. I can't wait to go back and see my new friends again. I hope I can brighten their days like they brightened mine. You're never too young to make a difference in somebody's life!
篇2
Visiting the Nursing Home
One day, my teacher told our class that we were going to visit a nursing home to help the elderly residents there. I was really excited because I love spending time with older people! My grandparents live far away, so I don't get to see them very often. This would be a fun chance to make some new grandparent friends.
When we arrived at the nursing home, it was a big building with a pretty garden out front full of bright flowers. The inside was clean and bright too. An elderly woman named Mrs. Jenkins greeted us at the front desk. She had kind eyes and a warm smile. "Welcome, children!" she said. "We're so pleased to have you visiting today."
Mrs. Jenkins led us down a hallway lined with doors. "These are the residents' rooms," she explained. "Some live here
full-time, while others just come during the day for activities and meals." We stopped at the first door and Mrs. Jenkins knocked
gently. "Good morning, Ralph!" she called out in a cheerful voice. "You have some young visitors today!"
An older man with a Santa Claus beard opened the door, leaning on a walker. "Well, hello there!" he boomed in a loud, jolly voice that made us all grin. "Who do we have here?"
"These are the wonderful kids from Oakwood Elementary that I told you would be visiting," Mrs. Jenkins said. "Everyone, this is Mr. Wilson, but you can call him Ralph."
"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Ralph said, shaking each of our hands enthusiastically. His grip was still very strong! "What are your names? Tell me about yourselves."
We all took turns introducing ourselves and chatting with Ralph for a few minutes. He seemed delighted to have us visit and asked lots of questions about our hobbies, families, and what we liked about school.
After we said goodbye to Ralph, we went to visit some other residents. We met a sweet lady named Millie who loved telling jokes that made us all laugh. We colored pictures with John, who was an amazing artist at 92 years old. And we played Go Fish with Jenny, Becca, and Michael - they let us win a few rounds but it was still pretty competitive!
My favorite visitor was Mr. Patel. He had emigrated to the United States from India when he was just 22 years old. We listened in awe as he told stories about his journey by ship and the struggles of starting over in a brand new country. He learned English, got a job at a factory, and raised a family all through hard work and determination. By the end, I had newfound respect and appreciation for everything that Mr. Patel and other immigrants like him had overcome.
After we'd visited with several residents, it was lunchtime. We all gathered in the dining room to eat with our new friends. The lunch ladies had made yourfavorite meal - chicken nuggets, tater tots, and jello for dessert! We sat mixed in with the residents, asking them more questions over our meals. A couple of residents didn't have much family who visited, so they seemed especially happy to have us there as visitors.
Once we finished eating, Mrs. Jenkins told us it was activity time. "Every day after lunch, we have a special activity planned for the residents to keep them active and engaged," she explained. "And today, since you're our honored guests, you kids get to plan the activity!"
We were delighted by this news! After putting our heads together, we decided to do a talent show. We split into small
groups to prepare quickly. One group did a silly dance routine, another told jokes, a few residents showed off their musical talents. My group did a magic show - I was very proud that I'd finally mastered making a coin disappear and reappear!
After the talent show's grand finale, it was time for us to go. We crowded into the main hall, thanking Mrs. Jenkins and the residents for having us. Many of them gave us big hugs goodbye.
"Thank you for visiting us today, children," Mr. Patel said, his eyes twinkling merrily. "You've all brought so much life, energy and happiness to our home. Please come back again soon!"
"We will, we promise!" we all chimed in. And I meant it - I couldn't wait to come back.
On the bus ride back to school, my classmates and I couldn't stop chatting about what an amazing day we'd had. "The residents were all so sweet and interesting," Sara said wistfully. "I wish I could have heard more of Mr. Patel's stories."
"I loved doing the talent show," added Miguel. "Did you see Mrs. Wilkins? She was cracking up at our jokes!"
"My favorite part was just talking to them during our visits," I piped up. "They've all lived such full, incredible lives. I want to be
just like them when I'm a senior citizen - surrounding myself with family, always keeping an open mind, and never stopping having fun no matter how old I am."
I think we all left the nursing home that day with a new appreciation for how amazing senior citizens are. They may be slowed down physically, but their minds are sharper and wiser than ever. They've traveled the world, witnessed history, built families and careers - it's all so inspiring. And they're all just looking for a little company, a friendly face to chat with and make them feel loved and important.
Mrs. Jenkins told us the residents often feel lonely, like the world has passed them by. But having us kids visit for just a few hours had been the happiest day in a long time for many of them.
I realized then how small acts of kindness and generosity can make such a big difference for the elderly. I can't wait to go back!
篇3
Visiting the Nursing Home
Last weekend, my mom took me to volunteer at the Golden Manor Nursing Home. I was a little nervous at first because I had never been to a nursing home before. But my mom said it would be a great way to help others and make some new friends.
When we got there, the lady at the front desk welcomed us with a big smile. Her name was Mrs. Jenkins and she was really nice. She told us the residents would be so excited to have visitors, especially kids. She led us down a long hallway with rooms on both sides. I could see some of the residents sitting in their rooms or out in the hallway in wheelchairs.
The first person we met was Mr. Franklin. He was an older man with gray hair and glasses. Mrs. Jenkins introduced us and told him I was there to spend some time with him. Mr. Franklin reached out to shake my hand and I shook his hand very gently because my mom told me older people have fragile bones.
"It's so good to meet you," Mr. Franklin said in a raspy voice. "Not many young folks come around to visit an old-timer like me."
I smiled at him and asked if he would like to play a game. His eyes lit up and he said he would love that. We went into his room and my mom got out the checkers board she had brought. I let Mr. Franklin be red since that was his favorite color.
As we played, I asked him questions about when he was a kid. He told me all about growing up on a farm and having to do lots of chores like feeding the chickens and milking the cows before school. He said he used to have to walk 5 miles to the
one-room schoolhouse, even in the snowy winters! I couldn't believe kids had to do so much work back then.
Mr. Franklin was really good at checkers and he beat me twice. But I didn't mind because he seemed so happy. When it was time for me to switch rooms, I gave him a high-five and he thanked me for visiting him. I felt good inside knowing I had made his day a little brighter.
Next, I went to spend time with Mrs. Rodriguez. She was watching TV in the activity room when I came in. She had long gray hair pulled back in a braid and smiled at me with the kindest face. I introdued myself and asked if I could join her. She patted the seat next to her on the couch.
Mrs. Rodriguez told me she used to be a teacher and she loved having students like me around. She asked me what my favorite subjects were in school. I told her math and art, and she got really excited. She said she used to be an art teacher!
She took me over to a table with art supplies and we started drawing pictures together. Mrs. Rodriguez showed me different shading techniques and how to draw people in proportion. She was an amazing artist! I tried my best to follow along as she helped me draw a portrait. Hers looked like it could be in a
museum but mine turned out better than I expected thanks to her tips.
When my mom came to get me, Mrs. Rodriguez gave me a big hug. She thanked me for spending time with her and said I had been a wonderful art student. I was beaming with pride. I told her next time I would bring her some of my art projects from school so she could see.
The last person I visited with was Miss Sarah. She was a younger lady, probably in her 60s, with bright blonde hair. She was sitting in the hallway reading a book when we found her. Miss Sarah was so full of energy and spunk!
She got really excited when she saw me and said, "A young girl! How delightful!" We shook hands and she immediately started asking me about my favorite books and movies. I could hardly get a word in she was so enthusiastic! Finally I told her I loved the Harry Potter books and movies. Her whole face lit up.
Miss Sarah took me back to her room which was decorated with Harry Potter posters, stuffed animals, and clothes! I was amazed. She explained that Harry Potter was her absolute favorite thing in the whole world. We talked all about our favorite characters, scenes, and quotes from the books and movies. It was so much fun.
When it was getting close time for me to leave, Miss Sarah let me wear her Gryffindor robe and hat to take a picture. My mom took a photo of us posing with our wands. Miss Sarah gave me a big hug and made me promise to come back soon so we could re-watch one of the movies together. I pinky promised her I would be back.
As my mom and I walked out to the car, I felt so incredibly happy. I had made three new friends and gotten to know such amazing people. They all had lived such interesting lives that were so different from my own. I couldn't wait to go back and visit them again.
Volunteering at the nursing home wasn't scary at all, it was actually really fun! The residents there don't get many visitors, especially young ones. So spending even just an hour with them brightened their whole day. I am going to try to go once a month because they deserve to have friends and to feel loved. Getting older doesn't mean you have to be lonely. I want to make sure they always have someone there for them.
篇4
Visiting the Nursing Home
One day, my teacher Ms. Johnson told our class that we were going to visit a nursing home to spend time with the elderly residents there. I had never been to a nursing home before, but I knew it was a place where old people lived when they couldn't take care of themselves anymore. Some of the other kids groaned when Ms. Johnson said we were going, but I thought it sounded kind of fun and interesting.
The day before our visit, Ms. Johnson told us some rules we had to follow at the nursing home. She said we had to be very respectful and mind our manners at all times. We couldn't run around or be too loud because some of the residents might be resting. She also warned us that some of the elderly people might not be able to hear or see very well, or they might be confused sometimes. But she said if we were patient and kind, the residents would really enjoy our visit.
When we got to the nursing home, it smelled kind of funny, like cleaning supplies and fresh baked cookies mixed together. The lobby had some comfy looking couches and chairs, and there were lots of plants and pretty artwork on the walls. An older lady with gray hair pulled back in a bun greeted us at the front desk. She had a nice warm smile and told us we could go to the activity room to meet the residents.
In the activity room, there were about 20 elderly people sitting around some tables. Some were in wheelchairs and others used walkers or canes. A few of the women were knitting things like blankets or scarves. The residents looked excited to have visitors, especially a bunch of kids. Our teacher introduced us and explained that we were from the elementary school down the street.
Then the staff helped split us up into small groups to sit with the residents. I was grouped with an older man named Frank. He had a bald head and glasses, and he smiled a toothy grin at me as I sat down next to him. "Well hello there, young lady!" he said in a friendly voice. "What's your name?"
"My name is Sophie," I replied. "It's nice to meet you, Frank."
"Likewise, Sophie," he said. "I used to have a granddaughter named Sophie, but she's all grown up with kids of her own now."
Frank and I ended up talking for a long time. He told me all about when he was a kid back in the 1940s. He said he loved playing baseball and dreamed of becoming a professional player, but then he had to go fight in World War 2 when he was 18 years old. After the war, he became a teacher instead of a baseball player. He worked as an elementary school teacher for 35 years before retiring.
"Do you like school, Sophie?" Frank asked me.
I nodded. "Yeah, I really like school, especially math and art class."
"Those were two of my favorite subjects too when I was your age," Frank said with a smile. "Did you know I used to be an art teacher for a few years? Maybe at the next visit I can show you some of my old paintings and drawings."
"That would be so cool!" I said excitedly. I couldn't wait to see Frank's artwork.
After a while, we took a break from talking and played some games instead. Frank wasn't good at the active games anymore because of his age, but we played a mean game of checkers together. He beat me twice! Then we did some easy word puzzles, which I was better at.
Before we left for the day, the nursing home staff passed out some fresh baked cookies for all the residents and kids to share. Frank and I each had a couple of chocolate chip cookies, which were still warm and melty. As I was getting ready to leave with my class, Frank gave me a big hug.
"Thanks for coming to visit an old guy like me today, Sophie," he said kindly. "It gets a little lonely around here
sometimes, but you kids brightened my day for sure. I can't wait for your next visit!"
I hugged Frank back tightly. "I can't wait to come back either, Frank! Maybe you can teach me how to play checkers better so I can beat you next time."
Frank chuckled. "You're on, kiddo!"
On the bus ride back to school, I couldn't stop thinking about what a good time I had at the nursing home. I knew a lot of the other kids didn't really want to go at first, but I hoped they ended up enjoying it as much as I did. Getting to meet someone like Frank and hear all his amazing life stories was so cool. He lived through things we only read about in history books! I realized how important it is to spend time with elderly people like the residents at the nursing home. They have so much wisdom and great stories to share from living so many years. Plus, a lot of them don't have family around very often to keep them company, so
篇5
Here's an essay about helping the elderly at a nursing home, written from the perspective of an elementary school student in English. The essay is approximately 2,000 words long.
Visiting the Nursing Home: A Heartwarming Experience
One sunny Saturday morning, my family and I decided to visit the elderly people at the nursing home near our house. I was both excited and a little nervous because I had never been to a nursing home before. But my parents told me it would be a great opportunity to spend time with the grandmas and grandpas there and bring them some joy.
When we arrived, the nursing home looked like a big, friendly building with a beautiful garden in the front. As we walked inside, we were greeted by a kind lady at the front desk who welcomed us and showed us to the common area where many of the residents were gathered.
The first thing I noticed was how happy and smiley everyone seemed to be. There were elderly ladies and gentlemen sitting in comfy chairs, chatting with each other or reading books. Some were even playing games like checkers or cards. I felt a little shy at first, but my parents encouraged me to go and introduce myself.
I walked up to a sweet-looking grandma who was sitting by herself. "Hello," I said shyly. "My name is Emily. What's your name?"
The grandma looked up at me with a warm smile and said, "Why, hello there, dear. My name is Rose. It's so nice to meet you."
Rose had kind, twinkling eyes and a friendly face. I immediately felt at ease talking to her. We chatted for a while, and she told me all about her life growing up on a farm and how she used to love riding horses. I was fascinated by her stories and couldn't believe how much she had experienced in her long life.
After talking to Rose for a bit, I noticed an elderly gentleman sitting nearby who looked a little lonely. I went over and introduced myself, and he told me his name was Jack. Jack had been a teacher for many years, and he loved telling jokes and making people laugh. He had me giggling with his funny stories and silly puns.
As the day went on, I moved from resident to resident, introducing myself and chatting with each one. I met a former nurse named Betty who had traveled all over the world, and a kind-hearted gentleman named George who loved to play the piano. Every person I talked to had such an interesting life story to share, and I felt so lucky to be able to spend time with them and learn from their experiences.
One of my favorite parts of the day was when we gathered in the common area to sing some classic songs together. The residents knew all the words to old tunes like "You Are My Sunshine" and "Somewhere Over the Rainbow," and they sang with such joy and enthusiasm. Seeing their smiling faces as they sang along brought me so much happiness.
After a few hours at the nursing home, it was time for us to leave. As we were saying our goodbyes, many of the residents thanked us for coming and told us how much they enjoyed our visit. Rose even gave me a big hug and told me I was a "sweetheart."
On the way home, I couldn't stop talking about all the amazing people I had met and the wonderful stories they had shared with me. I felt so grateful to have had the opportunity to spend time with the elderly residents and bring them some happiness and companionship, even if just for a few hours.
From that day on, I knew I wanted to continue visiting the nursing home and spending time with the residents there. They had so much wisdom and life experience to share, and I loved being able to bring a little joy and laughter into their lives. Plus, they made me feel so special and loved, just like they would their own grandchildren.
Visiting the nursing home was truly a heartwarming experience that I will never forget. It taught me the importance of kindness, compassion, and respect for our elders. And it showed me that no matter how old someone is, they still have so much to give and so many wonderful stories to tell.。