23 Feb
February 23, 2014

Enzyme Reverses Aging

22 Feb
February 22, 2014



18 Feb
February 18, 2014

sally & martin


1926 – 2014

 February 17, 2014

This morning, my mother – born Sarah Ann Landis on Dec. 30, 1926 in Binghamton, New York – returned Home, embraced by the Lord and His dominion of Angels.

 She is survived by her husband, Howard Kenneth Bayne, four children and four grandchildren.

 Even as a child, Sally demonstrated the faith, love and persistence necessary to achieve what she felt were the most difficult, yet rewarding jobs that exist: mother and wife.

 And as the eldest of her seven children, I can say without hesitation, she succeeded.

 Martin (I will write a more comprehensive biography when I sort through the grief that has transformed my heart into a block of wood.)

Over 50 and Want to be Part of a Community?

03 Feb
February 3, 2014

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accessible & assistive tech

24 Jan
January 24, 2014


There are no perfect long-term care communities.

There may, however, be a number of long-term care communities perfect for you.

 We’d all like to meet aging on the grass courts of Wimbledon, not the claustrophobic hallways of a skilled nursing facility.

But it’s not always up to us.

In the later example, accessible and assistive technology can both play an important roll in the emotional, physical and financial well-being of those receiving long-term care.

Remember the Whole Earth Catalog?

We’d like to see Organic Aging fill a similar void for those in need of accessible and assistive technology, and we’re going to set aside column space for that purpose every week.


PS Got an itch to help publish the journal? Contact me at 610-625-3330


Setting the Bar

17 Jan
January 17, 2014

Friday, January 17, 2014

Steve Moran

Senior Housing Forum


re:  “Money Money Money -&- Could Migrating Seniors be the next big opportunity.

In your most recent newsletter you state,”. .  .It may also mean there are opportunities for senior living operators and developers in other countries.  Imagine if Sunrise or Emeritus had senior living opportunities in Mexico or South Africa or Costa Rica; the name association would likely make it much easier for North Americans to transition to a lower cost country.“

It occurred to me you may want to follow up this piece with, “Countrywide: The Financial Brand that Endures”

Seriously, Steve, by picking two of the most ethically controversial companies in the Institutional Aging  industry, you’ve set your own bar pretty low as well.

Be that as it may, at least when you use the word “advocate,” we — as consumers — now know what the playing field looks like.

Martin Bayne

THE BLAME GAME (click on table to increase size)

12 Jan
January 12, 2014



01 Jan
January 1, 2014



I hired a medi-van and driver to transport me from my assisted living facility to my sister’s home in Bath, PA last Friday. Except for a ferocious wheelchair transfer through my sister’s front door, it was the perfect visit. My sister had already picked up my mom from a skilled nursing facility and brought her home earlier that day. Seeing my mother is always a bittersweet experience. When I look into the eyes of that 87 year-old woman, like a perfect mirror, I see the totality of my own life looking back at me.

That’s the sweet part. The bitter part is accepting her mortality; knowing that “someday” will come too soon, and when that day arrives, I won’t ever hear her voice again, or drink another glass of eggnog and rum after attending Christmas-Eve mass or feel the bond that is singularly unique as her first child. “I never knew love,” I’ve heard her say to others, “until the day my first child was born.” I wonder how I will function during those first hours, days weeks, without her.

It’s not like I’m a stranger to death. I’ve lost three younger siblings . . . Wait! I say to myself, you’ve been down this road before. Enjoy her while she is still here and let the future unfold as it may.

I switch gears.

I look at my four nephews (no nieces) from my two sisters – four great kids. For a brief moment, I am absorbed into the experience of actually imagining how grandparents feel about their second-generation progeny. It is intoxicating. The outpouring of love and affection for their grandchildren takes my breath away.

Howard, my brother-in-law suddenly appears – on his knees, at my feet with a dustpan and broom. “Sorry, he says, “just sweeping up the dead needles from the Christmas tree.” He takes a red bandana from his pant’s pocket and wipes his brow. “These trees are beautiful, but nothing lives forever.”









30 Dec
December 30, 2013




Ask an 88-year-old woman who lives in an assisted living facility which she would rather have: genuine crystal chandelier in the facility’s dining room OR 30-minutes per week of conversation with a social worker who really cares about the struggles and challenges she faces.

Then ask her, as much as she enjoys her facility’s picture  perfect landscaping, would she trade it for   a proper introduction and tour provided by a group of fellow  residents, the first day she arrives.

And what about this woman’s personal care attendants (PCAs)? You know the ones: many fresh out of high school, who are expected to dress and bathe the resident, help her into and out of her wheelchair, wipe her behind, etc. Start by asking her what effect PCA turnover has on her life. (One out of two PCAs currently change employers at least once a year.)

If you want to take these interventions to their natural conclusions, do what my facility is attempting to do beginning Jan 1st. We’ve decided we will begin an emphasis toward community as opposed to individual by implementing small programs slowly, naturally and gradually. After our regularly scheduled exercise program from 11:00 AM – 11:30 AM, we will now add a 30 min. MEDITATION instruction project. We’re going to use zazen as the meditation vehicle because of its simplicity. (It translates from the Japanese “sitting quietly” and is used in Zen Buddhist monasteries.)

The meditation will ultimately become the “glue” that allows us to try more ambitious programs such as the “Responder Program.” This will pair-up residents undergoing an anxiety crisis with volunteers trained to simply hold their hands, help regulate breathing as they read from MENDELA’S PROTOCOLS.

The principles themselves are the end product of nearly forty-years of meditation with my initial training in both Catholic Benedictine and Soto Zen Buddhist monasteries.  MK Bayne


29 Nov
November 29, 2013



Another Thanksgiving as an assisted living resident! My eleventh to be exact. I navigate my wheelchair through the dining room’s maze of glass-topped tables with festive centerpieces, courtesy of our own octogenarian artisans and park my chair in front of the “Martin Bayne” name card on the table. Locking my wheels, I reach over and move the table display of paper flowers, carefully setting it on the floor. “Now I can see your face, Tom”

Tom is an 86-year-old retired CPA. His wife of 57-years died last year from a rare form of bone cancer, and after surviving a dozen skirmishes with Congestive Heart Failure (CHF) himself, his children — much to his protestations — convinced him to become an assisted living resident.

 At first, Tom found the experience almost unbearable. He desperately missed his wife, and the first time an aide (Brenda, 22) young enough to be his great grandchild showed up to give him a shower, it took the Admissions Director and two nurses half the night to convince him not to pack up and walk out that very next morning. But, truth be told, it was the Director who put Tom’s \dilemma in perspective without saying a word. When she walked in that morning, carrying coffee and donuts for the staff, she noted the discussion and listened in for just a few seconds. Then she casually walked into her office, withdrew a business card from her desk and walked out to where Tom was sitting and handed him the card.

 Tom took one look at the card, placed it in his pocket, and said, “I’m sorry for any time of yours I may have wasted. If there’s nothing else, I’ll excuse myself and have breakfast.”

 Now I’ve seen the Director (Marsha) use what I call “the magic business card trick” on more than one occasion. It’s not pretty and I don’t recommend it, but as a last-ditch effort to get to residents to focus, really focus, on the problem at hand, it’s quite effective. The business card is actually from a local homeless shelter. It usually takes a resident about 20 seconds to connect the dots. Like I said, it’s quite effective.

 Today, Tom has an easy smile and offers a generous “Good Morning,”which is returned in kind. He waves a server to the table and seconds later wraps his hands around a steaming cup of coffee. “Just a bowl of bran flakes,” he says to the server, “have to save plenty of room for the turkey.”

 I turn to Tom, “They’ve got a big bird this year. Three of them actually . . . “

 The server arrives at the table with a pot of coffee.

“I’ll have a cup, and you, Tom?  The waiter, seemingly confused, looks straight ahead, avoiding my eyes. “I’m sorry, Martin, but who’s Tom? There’s no one but you at this table.

 I look away. Emotions jostle for position: embarrassment, anger, confusion, and sadness. I finish my coffee and slowly make my way out of the room.

“This, too, shall pass, Marty” I tell myself. This, too, shall pass.”