When I think back to my teenage years with my best friend Ellen, we would discuss many things about life and we had some different opinions on how it would be. But, the one thing we agreed on was the “age factor.” How old was old and at what number? And somehow we always came to the same conclusion, and we laughed about it. We concurred that being thirty years of age would make us middle-age and forty would be old age. Actually over the hill so to speak. Would we have to wear old women Oxford’s with socks or stockings rolled in a knot at the top of the knee like our Mothers wore theirs? As I recall my grandmother sitting stern-faced with her grey-white hair in a bun with laced up shoes and rolled stockings and a shapeless dress in a pale color, it frightened me. I dreaded our visits as I had to approach her to give her a kiss on the cheek and she never seemed to blink an eye or respond. I wondered if she just didn’t like me! But my Dad explained that it was everyone that embraced her, she just didn’t show emotion and I found that to be so very sad. I think right then and there I promised myself that if I ever became old like my grandmother I would love to have my grandchildren hug and kiss me and I would do the same in return. Affection is a wonderful heart-warming sensation not only to give but to receive. In my daily living I hug almost everyone in my life when I see them and greet them hello. People need to know we care about each other and that we miss and need them in our lives.
Living in my seventies has proven to be a wonderful decade so far. At 73 I gained a new daughter-in-law and two grand children. At 74 my eighth grand-daughter was born in the month of May and just 3 short weeks ago my ninth grand-daughter was born. Nine is a great number and so many of my friends are envious as they have none. (I wish I could share them) so they could know the happiness and love they bring.
I made it to all the high school graduations for my first four grandchildren. Now my plan is to continue into my early 90’s to see the next five graduate. And who knows? There might be more, but for now this is my wish! Sixteen years doesn’t seem unreasonable and besides I already made it past the hard years and the in-between, so this could be a breeze!
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