On the big day, we had the branch all decorated with black crepe paper and black balloons. We made a poster for her teller station with her picture and the words, "Welcome to AARP" on it. There was a basket of "gifts" for her, all wrapped in black paper: Denture cream, Preparation H, Geritol, Depends, and a gift certificate for one free night at a local nursing home. (Our branch manager at the time owned a small assisted living facility and his wife had printed up on their computer a very fancy certificate that promised a comfortable bed, a rousing game of checkers, "one free enema--only one!" , 3 easy to swallow meals, and an afternoon nap.
Anne later moved to Seattle, and I had met her for lunch while I was on the west coast recently. Of course, as part of our reminiscing, the party came up, and I warned her that I would blog about it when I got back. Still love ya', Anne!