Joan Boileau

Joan Boileau

When Joan Boileau and her husband, Ray, started looking into retirement communities nine years ago, they searched for a place that would serve their range of needs, now and into future. The Kenney filled the bill, and “it felt like … Continue reading

Karen White

Karen White

Karen White’s parents always assumed they would move into The Kenney eventually. West Seattle residents since 1948, James and Eleanor Arthur were familiar with the neighborhood’s only continuing care retirement community. As the years went by, more and more of … Continue reading

Reverend Paul Winterstein

Reverend Paul Winterstein

The Reverend Paul Winterstein has a particularly appropriate way of describing Calvary Lutheran Church’s relationship with The Kenney. “It’s been a godsend,” he says. When the nearly 75-year-old church found its membership declining in 2006, the pastor and his congregation … Continue reading

Stan Wagner

Stan Wagner

Ask Stan Wagner how many friends he has at The Kenney, and he answers, “How many people are here?” “I’m friendly with everybody,” says the jovial gentleman. He and his daughters looked around at other retirement communities, but when he … Continue reading

Helen Damron

Helen Damron

Helen Damron and her late husband, Elton, moved to The Kenney in 1993 because they wanted to decide for themselves how they would live out the remainder of their lives. They also wanted the peace of mind of knowing they … Continue reading

Joan Wieringa

Joan Wieringa

Joan Wieringa visited many different senior living communities in her career as an elder-care consulting nurse. So when the time came to decide on her own future, she already knew where she wanted to be: The Kenney. “I could picture … Continue reading

Captain John Kelly

Captain John Kelly

Captain John Kelly looks out his window at his beloved Puget Sound with Blake Island directly west, Vashon Island to the south and Bainbridge Island to the north. A maritime historian and sailor who used to build boats for a … Continue reading