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About annecwoodlen

I am a tenth generation American, descended from a family that has been working a farm that was deeded to us by William Penn. The country has changed around us but we have held true. I stand in my grandmother’s kitchen, look down the valley to her brother’s farm and see my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother Hannah standing on the porch. She is holding the baby, surrounded by four other children, and saying goodbye to her husband and oldest son who are going off to fight in the Revolutionary War. The war is twenty miles away and her husband will die fighting. We are not the Daughters of the American Revolution; we were its mothers. My father, Milton C. Woodlen, got his doctorate from Temple University in the 1940’s when—in his words—“a doctorate still meant something.” He became an education professor at West Chester State Teachers College, where my mother, Elizabeth Hope Copeland, had graduated. My mother raised four girls and one boy, of which I am the middle child. My parents are deceased and my siblings are estranged. My fiancé, Robert H. Dobrow, was a fighter pilot in the Marine Corps. In 1974, his plane crashed, his parachute did not open, and we buried him in a cemetery on Long Island. I could say a great deal about him, or nothing; there is no middle ground. I have loved other men; Bob was my soul mate. The single greatest determinate of who I am and what my life has been is that I inherited my father’s gene for bipolar disorder, type II. Associated with all bipolar disorders is executive dysfunction, a learning disability that interferes with the ability to sort and organize. Despite an I.Q. of 139, I failed twelve subjects and got expelled from high school and prep school. I attended Syracuse University and Onondaga Community College and got an associate’s degree after twenty-five years. I am nothing if not tenacious. Gifted with intelligence, constrained by disability, and compromised by depression, my employment was limited to entry level jobs. Being female in the 1960’s meant that I did office work—billing at the university library, calling out telegrams at Western Union, and filing papers at a law firm. During one decade, I worked at about a hundred different places as a temporary secretary. I worked for hospitals, banks, manufacturers and others, including the county government. I quit the District Attorney’s Office to manage a gas station; it was more honest work. After Bob’s death, I started taking antidepressants. Following doctor’s orders, I took them every day for twenty-six years. During that time, I attempted%2

Onondaga Case Management, Again


So I ate lunch—homemade bean soup, cornbread crackers, a banana ice pop and iced tea—and then had a medical massage, which always is a really, really good thing, and a gift from a Christian. Lots of people like to say … Continue reading

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HUD Inspector General’s Office


Dear HUD Inspector General: My name is Anne C Woodlen and I live at McCarthy Manor, 501 S. Crouse Ave., Syracuse, N.Y. 13210. My email is rabbitsfoot291@outlook.com I am 68 years old and multiply disabled. McCarthy Manor is owned by … Continue reading

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The Non-Medical Medical Program


This is a complaint against Central Park Rehabilitation & Nursing Center, Administrator Patrick Calli, and Patty Wilson, director of the Adult Day Care Program. Central Park is located at 116 Martin Luther King East, Syracuse, N.Y. 13205, telephone (315) 475-1641. … Continue reading

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Our Front Door


Dear Ms Chiamulera (area supervisor for Related Management): Your letter to me on 4/20 was variously uninformed, unreasonable and offensive. When I do not respond to you please be aware that it is not because I agree with you; it … Continue reading

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Where Does It Stop?


Complaint against 8th-floor Patti Dear [Manager] Dana, On Sunday evening around 7:30 I entered the first floor lobby to get the elevator up to my apartment. Patti and the little boy were there. The elevator button had not been pushed … Continue reading

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Crouse PromptCare = Diagnosis + Cops


I went to Crouse PromptCare at 11:15 a.m. Signed in. Did not get called to check in with insurance, etc. At 11:35 a.m. got called into a treatment room with Peter, a nurse. He couldn’t get blood pressure but did … Continue reading

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Related Management’s Reply


Good afternoon Ms. Woodlen, We are aware of the unfortunate that occurred yesterday and are thankful that there were no injuries to anyone at the site. One of our experienced maintenance team members responded to the emergency call and completed … Continue reading

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