On Getting Older

When I was a child, I had younger siblings, I also had neighbors who hired me to babysit, so I had a vague idea of what parenting was about. There were many surprises, don’t get me wrong, but I had the basic concept. Plus there are magazines galore, movies, documentaries, self-help books by the score on parenting and…people talk.

Old age is different. There weren’t a lot of books on the process, and very few magazines, and not much in the way of documentation and hey, let’s face it, what is out there is scary or boring and who wants to be bothered? I mean, I’m not going to ever get O-L-D anyway, right? Well, I hope to share the truths (at least the ones I know about) here with enough humor that learning will be fun. Because…in this dimension, if we are lucky, we will be old people, and that my friend, is no job for sissies.

So please revisit this section of my blog as I share with you what it means to get old from my perspective and the perspective of my aging friends.




Age Changes Things…

I know it isn’t just me, although there are times when I wonder, noticing how time changes things…behaviors, physicality, beliefs, ideas, what seems important….etc.

A friend texted me today. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard from this friend. I contacted her a year and three months ago regarding the death of a mutual friend’s husband. She said they had grown apart and she felt no need to attend the service since they were no longer close. That made me sad. I wondered then how people can just let another person slide away from them. I wondered Continue reading

Whistle While You Work…

When I was a kid I used to love that first week of summer vacation. It was the best of all the weeks of the year. Even though I missed my friends at school and my friends on the bus there were things that I only got to experience fully during that first few days of summer vacation and that made that week so special.

We lived at the top of a long hill. Even most of the back yard was downhill. Down the hill from us on the other side of the house, was a barn full of smallish wooden crates (that we used to play in even though we were told repeatedly not to) Continue reading

Boston Brown Bread

There are certain things that I associate with comfort on a cold winter’s night…or day for that matter…and one of those is a hot cup of coffee or tea with a slice (or two) of Boston Brown Bread slathered with either sweet cream butter or cream cheese (or both, you’ll recognize the bitter cold and blowing that will make the extra fats palatable and even desirable)…this one, however, sounded like something I might like to try and I thought maybe you would too.

Again, this is from my friend’s book “Buckeye Cookery and Practical Housekeeping…” which has a really large section on bread.

So…Boston Brown Bread the way our ancestors did it in the 1880’s…I haven’t tried it yet, so if you get around to it before I do, please let us all know how it was and if we need to change anything for better results. t/y Continue reading

Ambushed Asparagus!

Maybe you’ve heard of this? Not I, and it made me chuckle when I read it. A patch of beautiful green, growing asparagus and me, sneaking up behind it so it wouldn’t see me coming with my garden shears….

From my newly favorite old book…(see my post ‘Kids’) comes the following Continue reading